Page 47 of Bullied Pregnant Mate

“Oh, Alisa,” she whispers, leaning over to hug me. “I had no idea you were this miserable.”

“I’m not… well, I was, but not so much now.”

“Oh?”

“There’s more to the story.”

“There always is,” she chuckles. “Go on.”

“I feel bad that Jenks was isolated up here by his mom. She wouldn’t let him hang out with the other kids, even his family. He grew up with little contact from other people.”

“So I’ve heard. It doesn’t excuse him being cruel to you.”

“I know, but it sounds like his life was very hard. And because he grew up like that, his social skills are really lacking.”

“And he played the clown so no one would notice,” Amanda says, shaking her head a little. “He never got close to anyone—no friends, no steady girlfriend. I’m seeing a whole new perspective here. Poor Jenks.”

“I know.”

“And everyone thought he was the luckiest, happiest guy at school!”

“It sucks, doesn’t it?”

“It really does,” she says, frowning. “Body hurt me because he was in a nasty situation at home, but it wasn’t as severe as this. He was able to overcome it on his own before we crossed paths again. It sounds like Jenks is still fighting with it.”

“He is,” I say, thinking of the pain I’ve seen in his soul. “He is fighting it with all his strength.”

“Are you going to fight with him?”

I want to say yes. My entire body is ringing with my deep need to help Jenks, and heal him, at any cost.

But not if it’s my heart on the line, or my sanity!

“It’s okay,” Amanda says, rubbing my arm. “You don’t have to answer that right now. How have your powers been?”

“Really strong,” I answer, looking at my hands. “I can hear and feel spirits everywhere, but it’s not like when my powers first bloomed, either. I have full control over what I hear, and I can tune it out if I want to.”

“That’s amazing!” Amanda exclaims. “The biggest problem for most mediums is being able to maintain their ownpeace of mind when their sensitivity is strong. Do you have any idea how you’re doing it?”

I shake my head. “It started a few days ago. I can hear, and feel, everything. I can’t read people’s minds, but I can see their auras in detail. I also feel some connection to the land, and have a bit of control over the weather.”

Amanda smiles, taking my hands. “It looks like we have another master witch in the making right here.”

“No!” I yelp, suddenly terrified. “I don’t want any of that.”

“I don’t think you have a choice. Alisa… you know what we discovered about our powers, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I reply sullenly. “That our abilities are dependent on our belief in love.”

“Not our belief,” Amanda corrects. “Our faith. My powers started to fail because I lost my faith in love. Not Body, but love itself. If we truly believe that love is the answer, our powers grow. And so far, we have no idea what the limit is… or if there even is one.”

She squeezes my hands gently, and I look up into her eyes. Around her, blue prisms glitter with power. My own aura matches hers, sending goosebumps prickling across my skin.

Good, she whispers in my mind.

I can hear you?!I think back.

“Yes,” she states. “I just wanted to test you a little, and I’m really impressed. Were you aware of how strong you’ve gotten?”

---