THE FIGHT WITH THE WITCHES

Shit! Why is he being a stubborn jerkass huh? Didn't he say we have all the time in the world for us?



Another attempt, but it goes to voice still.


This man wont kill me with his insecurities. He can't mess up things for me. I am doing my best to keep everything under control even though it is breaking. I hope he can understand me and let me handle things over here. All I am begging for is just a single freaking day for Godd's sake! Juts less than twenty fours and I can tell him everything.



A text will do, right?



"Hi. I am in a tight spot tomorrow. I need you to trust me on this one, love, and let me handle the situation here first. I will talk to you tomorrow night and tell everything. Please?

With love, Ellie!"



I press the send button and even if I am not expecting a delivery report immediately, I am sure that I will any minute. He can't stay off for long. He will get the message, and all shall be well. The dinner with the Riccafortes can't go wrong. Everything will be alright.



Yes! Calm down, Ellie! Damian will respect your decision as he always does. You will eventually meet your betrothed tomorrow and from then you can think of what next. The you will have all the answers for Damian at night when you get to talk.



Simple!



I stamp my feet on the cold floor and saunter into the bathroom. I take a shower that I much needed, and I don't take long. I need to release the poor doctor who is watching over my father so that he can rest.



Rushing to the dining table, I would love to say that the aura is sweet, but I would be lying. The aroma of chicken curry and chapatis is sweet, but it is subdued by the suffocating scent of these two witches of the castle. The way they are mightly perched here like the duchesses of this this castle, with their faces so straight and composed like nothing is heppenning in this castle strokes my demons. How can they be so cool?



Ignoring their presence, I perch myself on my permanent seat and ask the servants to serve the food.



"So, you are back! Did you leave your manners where you were all the while?"



I was minding my business which as usual, didn't include them. But this witch had to open her stinking mouth and soothe her itchy ass. They never learn the meaning of staying out of trouble, because that is what I always serve them. Respecting my space and bounderies is a rhythm too difficult for them to keep up with. That is why they grab any chance they get to look for trouble.



"At least you aknowledge that I had manners, but you? Do you even know the meaning of that word? Because if you do, you wouldn't be acting high and mighty where you don't even belong," I retort.



I doubt this castle is going to be peaceful again with my return.



"I thought you grew some brains, but I was wrong," Gracia fumes between her nose, her face radiating with anger. 'Get over that misconception that you are the only family your father has, poor kid. We are here to stay. For good," She answers back, while her miniature witch rolls her round eyes.



I see, they are here for good? What gives them that assurance? Ansd what right do they have? "Ooh, yeah? As what exactly, Gracia? What is your exact place in this castle that gives you the assurance that you will stick around forever with your stinking character and personality?" I challenge.



"As your father's wife," she hisses, her barritones graced with venom, same with the look in her sinister gaze as she glares at me, 'Why is that so difficult for you to understand?"



Hard? Oh, no. Nothing is hard to understand here. I understans things perfectly just the way they are. My father was lonely when mom died. As man, he might have been unable to control the urge. I don't blame him at all. What I don't understand is why he had to stoop so low to the class of this woman who has no value and no respect at all.



But you know I love the most? It is the part that my father disclosed to me today. I now know that no one has taken over my mother's place in my father's heart. And this witch, she is the least of my worries. Not even in a million years can she be even just a quarter of the woman my mother was. She can never take my mother's place. Not in this house, not with me, and not in my faher's heart. She will die a pathetic miserable soul that she is.


"Second wife!" I stress on my point, gazing straight at her annoying face. "Which I doubt so much because a wife's place should be beside her husband which is contrary to what you portray. You and your litle bitch are nothing but pests in this castle."


Her eyes grow dark with venom, but I don't bow to their sisnister gazes. I have never bowed to them, and nevwe will I ever. "Is that what you are telling yourself to stroke your rotten conscious? Is guilt killing you?"


This is what I have the most about this senior witch. She never backs down easily. Sh would better chew the cud than let matter go especially when she is in the losing end. "Your point exactly?" I query, raising a hand to stop the servants from serving the food.


I think these whores are enjoying too much comfort and it is not good for them. Honetsly, we can't cope like this. Something ought to be done. And that too, super fast.


"I was beside your father since your mother di..."


"Don't you dare, Gracial!" I howl, but just loud enough for the intended persons.