Witch Flash Fiction

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She twisted her wand over and over. Did she do it? Did she listen to her father’s teaching and his engrained voice inside her head? If she did . . .

“Why did you do this?”

“Do what?” Tommy’s face twisted up. “I’ve done nothing.”

That was the problem. How did she let a man live who had deprived the world of a child? He convinced a young child to abort her child. He deserved to have his life snuffed out. Her father always taught her to heal the earth. Not damage it. Taking a life, human or otherwise, is harming life. Yet . . .

“Cassey.”

She shifted her head slightly taking in the sight of her lifetime best friend.

“Think it through, baby.”

She had been for the last five minutes, that’s why the man in front of her was still alive. If she’d acted with her initial thought he would be a dead man. Her rational side had came forward and told her she was wrong. She wasn’t sure if she was. Part of her said she was. The other half of her mind was filled with her father’s teaching, his deep, rumbling, rough voice.

“You are not your father.” Ray came to her side, taking hold of her hand, slipping the wand from her hand. “You are emotional, honey. Understandably so, but if you push those emotions aside you would see clearly. See that, albeit the man is a worm for having his daughter terminate her child’s life before it began, that one death does not require a second one. Does not require you giving up your entire way of life.”

She took in a deep breath, looking back at the man who had remained still and raved at her for interfering with his life. She had, but someone had needed to. He was a bastard. Murder. Abuser. She’d seen the proof on his daughter’s arms. Cassey was sure abuse is what forced the young girls into taking her child’s life. It had been clear the young woman had not agreed with her actions, but she was shaking so hard from fear that her mental anguish and stand-on-your-own mentality was shoved so far down there was little to no sign of it. Cassey would not have picked it up if she had not been scanning the young woman’s mind to find out who had abused her.

“Cassey, you need to think clearly. Take a couple more deep breaths. I promise when you blank your mind, you will see the entire situation better. You will be able to gage what has to be done.”

She knew. The moment Ray showed up her father’s voice had faded from her mind. He had shoved her father’s years of mental abuse and broadbeating of his way of life from her mind. Like always. If it was not for Ray she would have caved into her father’s wishes on his deathbed and taken up residence among his Coven. She’d refused to do so, because he’d treated them like slaves, and his appointed succesoor treated people just like he had. There was no way she would have others tell her when to jump, what to do, how to breath. Nope. She had a mind and it was hers. Not anyone else’s.

“Cassey,” she looked over to Ray and his large, beautiful smile took her raging mind back to a sensible mind.

With a clear mind Cassey knew what had to be done. She nodded to Ray and shifted her attention back to the weasel in front of her. “Mr. Stonevile, you will refrain from beating your daughters and ordering her around. You will watch over her like the loving father you should have always been. If you lay one hand on her again, or let one of your nasty friends touch her, in any manner, I will know and will come serve justice on you. We clear?”

The man quickly nodded.

“Say it.”

“I understand, Doctor Shannon.”

“Good.” She waved her wand and he quickly made his exist and she faced Ray. “How did you know?”

“I felt you call to me. Just like you said I would.”

A huge weight fell off her shoulder. Him and her had sealed themselves together five months ago, but they had not been able to get their one-to-one communication to work. Appeared when it mattered the most their devotion to one another had came to life when it was most needed. It would’nt be much longer before she would be able to initiate communication with Ray from anywhere among the world.

“You upset I showed up?”

“Not one bit.” She walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “You saved me from making a huge mistake.”

“He did deserve death.” Ray kissed the top of her head. “Just not at your hands. Did you protect the young woman from him?”

“You know I did.” She’d done that before the young woman left her office. “You can’t continue to fill in here.”

She knew he was right. Her own life did not make her a great choice to work at an Abortion Clinic. She did not agree with abortion for any reason, other than saving the mother’s life. To her, it was straight up murder. Only reason she’d been filling in there was to help her sister witch out. She’d been the full-time doctor at the clinic for twelve years and she’d needed a few months off after giving birth to her first child. All mothers deserved the first few months of their child’s life free of leaving for work. There would be years of those times, a few months without was worth a million-one dollars. In her mind at least, but if it was going to put her among monster like she’d about killed then she’d have to find someone else to finish the last month and half up for her.

“Come on, let’s go home.” Ray tugged her down the back alley and out into a massive New York crowded street.