Forged (Part Three)

She awoke when she felt a tug on her arm. Still half asleep she looked to see what caused the disturbance, what she saw made her freeze in shock. Her husband had bound her left arm to the bed with a pair of metal handcuffs, she also noticed her feet were bound as well. “What is going on? I don’t understand..” Words were escaping her, but he cut her off.1

“I saw you at that bitches house, Margaret. I know how close you must be to already discovering it was me, why else would you lie to me? I can’t let you get out of here alive, sorry my love.” Jonathan changed from that point on, no longer did her loving husband with caring eyes look upon her but a mad man with possessed eyes and schizophrenic thoughts. 2

He went to cuff her right arm but she pulled it away from him and punched him in the face. Smiling down at her he slapped her three times then grabbed her wrist and cuffed her. She could not believe what was happening to her, it had to be a dream a really bad dream. It was a bad dream, called reality she told herself as his distant eyes gleamed evilly down at her. 3

She managed to speak, “Why did you kill our baby, she was our daughter. Your own flesh and blood!” Furry began to surge through out her, how could this bastard known as her husband have killed his own daughter.4

“You truly want to know you wrench?” He paused a moment to lean over her, a lump of drool hung from the side of his mouth and fell onto the pillow next to her head. She felt bile rising in the back of her throat but she forced it down and took another blow he gave her. “She got in my way, you want to know something you bitch. Our daughter was depressed, teenage bullshit. So she came to me, this started a few years ago. And daddy made it all better and you want to know how?”5

She swallowed hard before yelling at him, “Tell me you bastard. Tell me why you killed our daughter.” He rewarded her bravery with another punch, this time to her ribs. 6

“I fucked her, I made her think it was going to be okay as long as I could screw her. And you know what it worked up until a few days ago. I threw her down on the bed but she got up and ran, when I caught her I killed her. If that bitch was not going to be grateful then I was going to make sure she died.”7

Anger and despair surged throughout her, not to mention disgust. The people she cared for, had loved unconditionally had a secret that was deadly and she had to find out after it was already to late. She could no longer control her tongue nor did she care, “You mother fucker, I hope you die. I hope you drop dead and die!” 8

At that moment her magick surged over its boundaries, she willed the cuffs to break. A blue light surrounded them and snapped in half. Standing in shock, Jonathan could not believe that his wife had been a witch this whole time. She used her now unlocked gifts to throw Jonathan back against the wall. 9

He knew he had to do something; quickly he grabbed the knife from his back pocket and stabbed it through her rib cage. She fell to the floor and looked up at him, “Mind the three fold law ye should, three times bad, three times good.” She recited a line from the Wiccan rede and scared him shitless. 10

She began to pray to the Goddess for protection and healing, “Goddess protect me, within and without. Goddess heal me, within and without. So mote it be.” She chanted it over and over. Jonathan could not take it, he ran from the room leaving her to die alone with her Goddess.11

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Gwen had two men around the back of the house while he took the front with his partner Bill Turner. They had gotten a warrant to search the house, so haveing no need to knock Bill kicked in the door. Gwen ignoring his partner’s antics ran inside and cleared the living room. They made their way down the hallway to when shots were heard coming from around the back of the house. 13

Gun still out in front of him Gwen ran to the back of the house. There on the ground lay Jonathan, the suspect. He took a shot to the heart, he couldn’t blame his men to badly they were just following protocol because he was armed. “Call in the CSI’s and get this cleaned up.” Gwen called back to the men as Bill and himself made their way to the bedroom where they heard a low murmuring. 14

Gwen nodded to Bill who pushed open the door that was partly closed. Gwen put his weapon away while Bill kept his back, he ran over to Margaret. She was barely managing but he could feel the magick that was keeping her alive. “We need an ambulance right now! Go get one!” 15

The last thing she saw was Gwen’s worried face looking down at her, before unconsciousness enfolded her.16

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She spent the next two weeks in the hospital, an each day Gwen came to check in on her. She promised herself that she would never forget his kindness, nor would she forget how Judy befriended her so easily. Margaret asked the Goddess to bless them all, including Chelsea and the team of men who helped save her. 18

When the hospital let her out, Gwen was the one to pick her up and bring her home. He claimed it was once again to make sure she was alright, but she knew as well as he knew that they both felt something for each other. She just wished that either one of them would be brave enough to admit it. Margaret could see why he wouldn’t tell her, after all that just happened. But she rose above the ashes of her former husband, the loss of her daughter still hurt but she cared not for the soul that once was her love. 19

After Gwen left, Margaret did just what he suggested she should not do just yet, she went up to her daughters room. When she opened the door to the now dead bedroom, a cool breeze of air filled the room. She felt drawn to go in and sit down on the bed so that it what she did. 20

And that’s when her daughter appeared, a glowing apparition with laughing eyes. She had never seen her daughter so happy. “Sarah…” What could she say? Was she going insane? 21

“Mother, I love you. Follow your destiny do not be afraid. I love you, thank you for setting me free.” The voice came as a soothing whisper, filled with the wisdom of afterlife.  Margaret reached out to hold her daughter but she stepped back and disappeared. Margaret managed to utter, “I love you”, before she was gone completely.22

“Margaret?” Gwen’s voice echoed from the kitchen, he must have come back in feeling something was not right. 23

“Coming, hold on a minute.” Margaret wiped away the tears forming in her eyes and walked out to meet him. 24

He embraced her in a loving hug, “I got a premonition of you crying. I know this is not a good time but this needs to be said, I love you Margaret. I don’t understand to be honest, but destiny brought us together. All I know is that I have never felt this way before about any other woman, and I love you.”25

It felt so perfect, so right. She knew this is where she was meant to be, in his arms. “I love you too, I’m over my last husband and have moved on. Remember that, for I have found you are the one I love.” 26

As they stood there in the embrace, soaking in the love of one another. Sarah’s spirit hovered in her bedroom door jam, now she was ready to move on. She just had to make sure her mother began to take the destiny that was mapped out for her. “Blessed Be” Sarah whispered as the white soothing light of the Goddess engulfed her and she took leave in the Summerland waiting for reincarnation. 27