Bonded by Blood, luvvlifeforever922 [feel good novels .txt] 📗

make sure nobody’s in there first.” I said

He nodded and Annie and I went inside the bathroom.

There were, indeed, 2 girls in the bathroom. One of them was facing the mirror, on the other side of the bathroom, and putting on mascara. She had her make-up bag on the table below the wall length mirror. The other girl was washing her hands and looking at herself in the smaller mirror above the sink.

So to get them out I did the only thing I could think of. I screamed.

“Senior Privilege! Get out of the bathroom. Now!” The girl washing her hands got out there so fast she was a blur. The one putting on mascara blinked, smudging it, and grabbed her make-up bag, stuck it in her book bag and left, too.

Since Annie is very popular at this school she gains a lot of power and respect, but since she is nice, sweet, Annie she doesn’t know how to use it to her advantage. So since I am Katherine, the nice but sometimes bitchy twin sister, I use the power and respect she gets because she doesn’t know how to use it. That’s why those girls ran out of there so fast. They know who we are.

When the two girls left Willy came in looking extremely tall– he’s almost six feet – and with a look in his dark blue eyes that shocked me. He almost looked the same as Annie had back at the table. Not the same pain and confusion and fear and despair as her. No never that, but there was the same blankness.

But before I could ask him anything he was in Annie’s face.

“Annabelle what is it? What did you see?” He asked her

We both knew what he was talking about. He wasn’t asking her what she was looking at; he was asking what she’s seeing in the vision.

Annie is… special. She can see when bad things are going to happen. The vision occurs a few minutes before the actual disaster. We know because we have seen it happen. More than once.

When Annabelle and I were 7 our mother died in a car crash. The night of the accident I was downstairs with Willy, who was 5 at the time, and Aunt Maggie, who had been working as our nanny, at the house for about a month. It was summer so taking care of all three of us was a full time job. Annie had been upstairs in her room – she use to be super shy when she was a little girl. Dad had been upstairs in his study. We had all been doing our thing around the house, waiting for mom to arrive.

She worked at a firm and was staying late, again. She loved her work. Don’t get me wrong, she loved us – I can remember that so clearly, how she tucked us all in at night, how she would look at Willy when he said something silly, how every smile we gave her made her smile back or sometime laugh if we were being funny, or how she would play with us in the yard sometimes if it was sunny – but there was something about her work that always brought her peace, even on the most stressful of days. She always came home tired but mostly happy and serene so she was always willing to play with us, if only for a little while, until she would start making dinner, and then we would all be together eating at the dinner table. But lately, as in the last couple of weeks, she had started staying at work later and later until she wouldn’t come home until 6 or 7 p.m. It worried all of us, but mostly dad.

That night she had stayed at the firm till 7:30, which was the latest she had ever stayed. She had called dad from the firm saying she was leaving and would be home in 20 minutes. It was exactly 7:42 when, from upstairs, I heard Annie scream.

It wasn’t a scream of terror, like the ones you get from seeing a spider or a cockroach in your room, it was a scream of pain, pure agonizing pain, like the ones you have when your being run over by a trunk, dumped in a bath of acid, and having your bones cracked and broken, all at the same time. It was so astonishing and painful to just hear it come out of her mouth that I started to cry.

As soon I heard her scream I ran up to her room. When I got there I saw her on the floor, next to her bed, with her knees to her chest, rocking back and forth. I remember the look of terror and pain on her face, but most of all I remember her calling out for my mom.

“No mommy! No mommy! You can’t do this. Why now. Why us. No mommy! Why you!” I remember that so clearly because she had stopped sobbing and had started saying “No mommy. Not you. Why us.” Dad had been next to her trying to comfort her. No such luck. She wouldn’t let him touch her and when he tried to speak to her she would shriek and start crying more forceful than before.

And then the thing that still makes me cry, now, after all these years, are the last four words she said out loud. “I love you, mommy.” Then she got up wiped the tears from her face, walked downstairs, grabbed the phone, and brought it back up to dad. He was confused. I mean, who wasn’t confused at that moment. But then we all understood what happened when dad got a call, from the phone Annie had brought upstairs, saying that his wife, Ann Rose Marks, had been in a car accident and had been hit from her left side so she had been killed instantly. There was nothing that could have been done to help her. We all mourned that night for her loss.

But what was so surprising about that night was what happened before the accident, with Annabelle.

At around 2 in the morning Annie came over to my room and said she couldn’t sleep. I told her she could sleep with me. When we were already in the bed I got the courage to ask her what had happened right before we get the call. She said that she had seen, in a vision, that mom had been in an accident, that she had been hit really hard and had been dying in the car. Then, after she explained everything to me, she asked me if I believed her. I answered her in total honesty.

“Yes, Belle, I believe you”

We told Aunt Maggie the next morning what Annie had told me and she believed her. William was too small to understand so we had decided not to tell him about it till he was a little older.

Dad didn’t believe us. Nope. He had said that was just a fear of Annie’s, that mom would never come home, but that it was nothing. And then we asked him about her grabbing the phone downstairs and knowing the police would call here, he had just said it was a coincidence she had grabbed the phone downstairs. So we decided not to tell him, as long as we had Aunt Maggie on our side he didn’t have to know.

But that wasn’t the only time when she would get her visions of bad things. It happened a lot after that.

For instance, when we were 13 and Willy was 11 he played on a soccer team. We had all been at his game that day, cheering him on, when all of a sudden Annie stiffened next to me and gives me the same expression that she had in the caf. She ran down those bleachers so fast that it was hard for me to keep up, but it was too late. Willy had already kicked the ball at a bad angle, making him twist his ankle and fall to the ground. But, thankfully, it hadn’t been anything major.

Or when we were going on a private jet to Los Angeles for our sweet sixteen’s. That day Annie had gotten a ‘vision’ that the plane was having engine problem and we couldn’t go. We told Aunt Maggie and she said to call the plane so that they can double check the engine. They did and they told us we couldn’t go on the jet that day because of engine problems. It’s part of who Annabelle is. She is special. But she isn’t the only one. Willy is special, too. He can do the opposite of what Annie does. While she see’s bad things that are going to happen, he see’s the good things that are going to happen.

He got his gift when he was 11. Coincidently the same day he twisted his ankle on the soccer field. When Annie and I got to him he explained to us that he was fine and that he knew for sure because he had the same thing as Annie just backwards. He had seen a vision of him not being hurt badly. And that had only been the start of his gifts.

I am talented.

Nothing close to what Annie and Willy can do. I can control the elements. Earth, Air, Fire, Water, and Spirit. Spirit is hard to control, but mostly it only lets me see auras –that’s how I know Annie has a kindred spirit. Besides Spirit the other four are easy to control but it takes a lot of concentration. My talents first started when I was 7, also, and it was at my mom’s funeral. It wasn’t at the beginning that it happened. No. I was fine in the church, – I didn’t cry, which surprised everyone, considering I was her daughter; Annie cried, Aunt Maggie cried, even dad shed a couple of tears, but me nothing – when I was giving my eulogy, even when they were lowering her tomb into her plot. But everything changed once I had to throw dirt in her tomb.

I grabbed the dirt, and threw it in, but instead of walking back to where my family was, I collapsed on the floor in front of her tomb and started to scream and cry. My nails where digging into the dirt so hard that when my dad tried to pull me off he couldn’t.

That when it happened. I felt the earth shaking, as if there were a major earthquake right under my. Felt the wind whipping my hair in all direction. Saw the candles, that were next to my mother’s picture, flicker on and off, as if there was a switch turning them on and off instead of… me.

When they were finally able to pull me from the ground everything around us stopped. The candles stopped flickering, the wind calmed down, and the earth stopped shaking. I even stopped scream and just started sobbing on daddy’s chest. It was a sad day for everyone.

That night I told Annie about what I had done at the funeral. How I had controlled the fire, the earth, and the wind. She believed me, of course, and then we told Aunt Maggie who also believed me.