ANNOYING WITCHES

"Those are serious insults, young girl. Watch it!" Gracia fumes.


Oh, they are? I turn to her with an unwavering glare. "They better be insults, because if I find out that you are in any way putting a stain on my father's beautiful name, you will have no place in this world to hide and escape my wrath! Be warned!"

"You ain't a saint either, so quit acting like one," Gracia yells.

Did I say I was? Why is she putting words in my mouth? Has she run out of her own works to fire at me with? "I never said I am. Far from it. I know my mistakes, and I have embraced them without any shame. And in case it hasn't rung a bell in your empty, thick skulls, I am here to correct them. One by one! And of course," I shift my promising venomous gaze at Nelly, 'to settle old scores too."


With that, I zip their stinky mouths. I love how they never stand a chance with me. Losers! Pathetic losers! And that is what they will always be. I will make sure of that.

"Nanny," I turn to nanny Aisha. "Please bring me my food to my father's room and serve an extra plate too," I say to her while standing up.


"Okay, miss," she responds as she embarks on her task.

"Wow! I caught sight of the doctor already. That was so fast," Nelly snorts.

She wants us to go down that road. Sigh! If only I had time, I would drag her through it all to hell and back to hell again. "I am not like you, who doesn't waste any time fucking any dog that crosses your path, Nelly, including your very own sister's boyfriend! I am just returning a favor to the person who has been taking care of my father in my absence because, as always, you useless bitches are still so good at nothing aside from eating. I know that none of you cared for my father, so there is no need for the fake masks anymore." I snap.

And their ugly faces dropped to the floor. What is this? An act of remorse? Do they think I am going to fall for this? They need serious acting lessons for them to be able to move me a bit.

I leave them to ponder my words and follow the servants to my father's room. I honestly don't know what I will do with those two lazy bones. They are nothing but a nuisance in this house. Stinking pesks. Witches who bring nothing but bad luck! And that dog had the balls to insinuate that I ruin everything that I touch? Isn't it them who are so gifted with that magic? They ruin even the mood itself. Everything turns ugly in their presence.

God of heaven, show me the way to deal with them! It has been hours since my return, and my blood is already boiling under my skin all because of them!


I get into the room, trying to get hold of my demons. The poor doctor, with his head leaning on the wall, closed his eyes. He must be so exhausted. He seems to be doing more than his work entails. God bless souls such as this.

"Is that all, miss?" One servant asks.

I turn to them. "Yes. Thank you," I respond.

They all leave, while I tap the doctor gently in an attempt to take him up. He opens his eyes and stretches himself.

"Sorry, I almost fell asleep," he apologizes.

I cast a glance at my father. He is still fast asleep. Dr. Lemuel was right when he said he would be out until this morning. That gives me peace. At least I wouldn't have to see the pain in his eyes. I turn to the doctor. "It is okay, doc."

He stands up. "Will you be okay? I can keep you company if you want," he says.

Well, I don't mind him keeping me company, but doesn't he need to rest? I mean, it's past eleven. Towards noon. "Uumh. I brought us some food. I figured you hadn't had dinner yet," I state, pointing at the food.

"Well, I actually hadn't eaten, but you didn't have to go through the trouble," he retorts.

Trouble? Well, I didn't, right? A plate of food is nothing for someone who is doing so much for my father, while the dogs who call themselves his family are showing zero care at all. I am honestly failing big time to understand those two monsters. I mean, who can understand them, really? How can they remain so off in a situation like this, shutting themselves off from my father? Are they humans, or are they indeed witches? Do they have hearts? What kind of human beings are they? The more I think of them, the more I want to kick them out of here right this minute.

I trade back the smile of the doctor, but mine can't come out cute and genuine like his. Not right now. "It is not a bother at all, Dr. Lemuel. And it is nothing compared to what you are doing for my father. I am extremely grateful to you and your team."

He nods his head, a smile plastered on his lips. "Thank you so much, Miss Riccaford. Although we are just trying to do our jobs right,"

I shake my head a little. "You are doing more than that, and I really appreciate it, Dr. Lemuel. So appreciate my small gratitude, and please, Ellie is just fine."

He smiles. "Okay. You are most welcome, and thank you, Ellie. It's a pleasure to meet you, by the way," he says, extending his hand to me. I shake his hand without hesitation. 'Lemuel. Just call me Lemuel."

Well, I guess the formalities are down then. "Pleasure meeting you, Lemuel." The handshake does not take long. We break it after a short moment. 'So, shall we eat?" I ask, walking toward the table where the food is waiting for us.

'Sure," he says.