Emery

“A plan?” Stuart had not dropped his look of confusion, how could he? It’s not like he can read my mind.

“Yes, a plan,”

“Can’t this plan involve, like, the police?” Stuart is looking more frustrated than confused.

Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more.

“No it cannot. Sit down and I’ll explain it,” I tell him, starting to get impatient. I was excited to tell him what I wanted to do.

“So...No one really knows I exist right? Besides like my doctor and my dentist. But they were sworn to secrecy by my parents. If they ever peeped I could deal with them anywa-”

“Deal with them how?!” Stuart cut me off.

“Shut the fuck up Stuart. I haven’t finished. So I could deal with them if I needed to. I don’t want to just put those witches in jail,” I stop to let a dramatic pause put Stuart on edge.

“I want to make them suffer,” I had a full smile on my face now.