Divided

I got screamed at, called a child, irresponsible, an embaressement to the family, all things I've heard before both from my Father and now from Gerard. In the end I got grounded. Sounds weird, a 21 year old being grounded by my older brother, but that's what happend and I was sent to my room, not to leave again until someone came to get me.
"At least I'll have some peace of mind" I thought
"But.." Gerard said, in a less angrier tone than before
"Uh-oh..."
"Before you go to your room, your future husband would like a word with you" Gerard continued
"I'm not interested."I said preparing to hop on one foot all the way to my beadroom
"You'll do as I say, and you'll go and talk to him...NOW!"
"Or what?" I changelled him, Mikey was looking scared, the last time me and Gerard got into a fight we burned down half os the living room and broke several windows around the house, not to mention throwing eachother across the room, which resulted in bruises and dislocated shoulders.
"Or I swear to you..." Gerard was trembling in rage, his voice sounding craked and vicious, he was about to lose his self control if I continued to provoce him "I will lock this house down, put a barrier around it so strong that you not only be able to leave the house, you wont be able to open a window! And here you'll stay until the day of the Chosing and your marriage. And when you finaly leave this house, it will be to never come back to it, as you will be given to Andrew aand will go home with him. Just test me Jane, and see if I'm not capable of doing so..."
"Your bluffing...you can't lock me inside, you don't have enough power on your own!"
Gerard smiles, a strange smile, a smirk. He takes his hand to his inside jacket pocket and pulls out something small, a blood-red stone.
"I have more power now than you can imagine. Our Grandmother intrusted me with the Blood Stone when she realized you were a dissapointement... Care to call my bluff now little sister?"
I couldn't breath... that Stone was my legacy in this family, the one thing that was mine by right. Only the Way women were intrusted with it's safe keeping. That stone hold the blood of everyone in the Way family. On the day of the Chosing, it was part of the ceremony to give a drop of your blood to the stone, it would mix with the blood of our ancestors and it would give it's keeper imense power, chaneling it through the souls of those who were gone. I was suposed to get it on the day of the Chosing, and it should have been my mother that would have given it to me. I didn't care about the power it had, I wanted it because it was the only thing of my mother's that I had left. But Mother was gone... and I was the black sheep of the family.
Gerard could see that I knew he was telling the truth, he smiled at me.
"Now, be a good girl, a go and meet your future husband. He's waiting for you in the library."
I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks. I tried to stop them, but it was to late. I broke. I tried to be as strong as I could in front of Gerard, but seeing him with mother's Stone, it just broke my heart.
Mother was the only person who understood me. Even though she was a Dark Caster, she was always there for me when I needed her. Mikey was just like her... he didn't lose who he was just because he was Dark now. Gerard was a completly different story.
I turned around and headed, limping, to the library. I opend the door to find a tall man, standing behind the desk, looking at Fathers books.
He turned around to look at me. He was very tall and very thin. He had greasy black hair and black eyes. The contrast of his pale skin with his black eyes made him look like something out of a horror movie.
"Ah, Miss Way." he said, with no expression in his voice "I'm glad I can finaly see and speak to you. You left in such a hurry at the ceremony I didn't even had a chance to introduce myself. I'm Andrew Melt."
"I know who you are Mr. Melt. You work with my Father"
"And now I'm your husband to be." His voice had no expression. He could either be joking or angry at me, I couldn't tell.
"I should let you know that I don't agree with that" I spat at him. just by looking at him I was feeling sick.
"Yes, I figured out myself when I saw your reaction at the annoucement. But if I may, Miss Jane, this would go a lot easier, for both of us, if you just accepted this situation. After all, you are a Way, and this is what is expected of you."
Those words made me started shaking with anger.
"I can't stand this. I'm about to rip his fucking head of his shoulders" I thought.
I closed my hands into fists and jabbed my fingernails in my palms, I think it started to bleed, there was something warm and liquid slipping through my fingers. Trying to control myself, I took a deep breath.
"It was nice meeting you Mr. Melt, now if you'll excuse, I have a broken ankle that needs to be tend to." I said between my teeth. I think if I opend my mouth, I would either puke or hex him.
Before he could say anything else, I turned my back and walked away as fast as my ankle would allow me.
Luckily I was able to get to my room without help, and without drawing attention from my brothers. I reached the room and locked the door behind me.
"Locked doors won't hold the off" I thought. I mumbled a barrier cast and sat down on my bed.
I was shaking uncontrolably, my palms, like I suspected, were bleeding. I tried to take a deep breath to control myself but that just made it worse.
I started crying, like I haven't done in a long time. I cried and sobbed in rage, feeling trapped in my own house.
Why did this have to happen? Why did I have to have a Dark Caster family? All the retorical questions I was supressing in my head about my family came flooding back and turned into more tears.
After what it seemed like hours of crying and sobbing, I finaly stoped. I had no more tears to cry, and I felt tired. I was sitting on the floor next to my bed. The cold floor made me shiver so I tried to get up, but I had no strength to do so.
I tried again and was able to sit on the edge of the bed. I looked in the mirror. I looked terrible. My clothes were dirty from falling, and my face was swollen from crying so much.
I looked at the alarm clock on my nightstand, 8:35pm, dinner time, but I wasn't hungry, I lost my appetite the minute I thought about my brothers and Andrew Melt, sitting at the dinner table.
"I need a bath" I thought, so I got up and hopped into the bathroom.
The hot water helped, a lot. As I was washing my hair, my mind dirfted back to the late afternoon, when I ran out the door and into the woods, and met Frank.
The thought of him made my heart race. In my mind I tried to remember every detail of his face and of his figure, his strong arms coverd in tattoos... I closed my eyes in an attempt to try to remember more clearly all of the drawings, but my mind kept heading back to his eyes, the way he looked at me... almost like...
I bang on the door woke me from my dream and I jumped in surprise.
"Jane?" it was Mikey outside the door. "Gerard says that if you don't come down for dinner now, you won't eat until tomorrow."
I kept quiet, trying to listen to him walking away.
"Jane, just come downstairs and eat something. I know you can hear me."
I still didin't answer. Eventually he gave up and returned downstairs. I closed the water and got out of the shower wrapped in a towel. I stood in the middle of my room trying to understand what they were saying in the entrence hall, but it was no use.
I grabbed my pijamas and got ready for bed.
"Well that was a nice welcome home..." I said sarcasticly to myself.
I was about to crall under the sheets when something started to crack in the corner next to the window. I got out of bed and stared at the corner. the craking sound started again, but this time it started to smoke.
"what the hell?"
Another craking sound, and a small flame, I jumped in surprise to the flame and rushed to find something to put it out, but when I looked at it again, the flame was gone, and in it's place, was a small piece of paper.
"A fire message? I haven't seen one these in years!"
I grabbed the folded in half piece of paper and opend it. I was expecting it to be Mikey's. When we were younger this was how we talked to each other when we were grounded and sent to our rooms. But it wasn't Mikeys handwritng.

"You could have told me you were a Way...
F."

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