Tuesday, February 21, 2017

The Dark Heart ~ Part 35

She gave him a small smile and then hurried out of the kitchen. As she left, Alister went back to his kettle and finished filling it with water. He whistled a little tune while he put the kettle over heat, grabbed another dish towel from the drawer, and then hurried to the front door. No bell had been rung, but Alister knew they had company.
“Won’t you come in, Mr. Hunt? It is a mighty nasty storm,” said Alister to a drenched looking Jackson.
Jackson blinked hard as he stepped inside. “You know it’s only raining over your house right?”
Alister nodded and handed Jackson the towel. “I’m afraid this happens when Emberlyn gets upset.”
Jackson hung his head as he took the towel. “And I’m afraid I had something to do with that. Can I talk to her?”
“Yes,” said Alister, “but first come have some tea with me. I assure you I can answer the bulk of your questions and she just needs a little time.”
“I really need to see her,” begged Jackson.
“You will,” assured Alister, “but I insist you come with me first.”
Alister watched as Jackson looked from him to the large stairs leading up to the second floor. As Jackson’s shoulder’s dropped, Alister knew he’d follow him into the kitchen for tea. He started to walk and Jackson followed. The kettle sang as they entered the kitchen.
“Have a seat, please,” said Alister as he gestured to the table. He grabbed a ceramic tea pot and plopped two tea bags into the bottom. Then poured the hot water into the pot. “Milk? Honey? Sugar?”
“Honey is fine,” said Jackson as he sat.
“To answer your first question,” Alister glanced over at Jackson. “Yes, I’m a witch too, but I prefer being called a warlock, and I have been Emberlyn’s guardian since the day she was born.”
“So can you read minds?” asked Jackson.
Alister shook his head as he placed the honey on the table. “I’m really good at reading people and logically, I knew that would be your first question. I can sense when others are around though, like you being at the front door. I’ve made us some Lemon Balm tea, it’s great for the nerves. I hope that’s okay.”
“Thank you,” said Jackson as Alister sat two tea cups on table, followed by the tea pot.
Alister sat across from Jackson. “She’s had a very hard life you know. Love has not come easily to her and every time she has managed to catch it, it’s been brutally ripped from her hands. She had done well to remain free of the chains of love, until you came along.”
Jackson shook his head. “She was nothing but honest with me. I should have listened. I just felt such a connection to her. It was like I couldn’t help myself.”
“True love is like that,” Alister said with a chuckle as he poured the tea.
“True love?” Jackson cocked his head.
“We’ll get into all of that, but you have some decisions to make,” said Alister, “and you can’t make any decisions without all the information. So let’s start at the beginning. Magic is real and Emberlyn has magic within her. That is the first fact you must come to terms with. If you can’t get past that, then you should go out the way you came. The magic is as much a part of her as her love.”
Jackson took a sip of tea. “After what I saw today in my store, I believe magic is real and that Emberlyn has … um … talent with it.”
“She does indeed,” said Alister. “Second term, sometimes that magic gets away from her … for example the storm outside and what happened to your friend Genna.”

Jackson shook his head. “Now that is what I’ll have a hard time coming to terms with. I can’t have people getting hurt on my account.”

Friday, February 17, 2017

The Dark Heart ~ Part 34

Jackson blinked hard as The Shack filled with sunlight from the windows. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he expected to see his store in chaos, but everything was right back where it belonged, except for all the bloody bandages from the paramedics, those were gone.
Jackson looked to around his store, then to Emberlyn. His thoughts were traveling in a million different directions.
“Magic is real?” he whispered. “And you’re a witch? You made Genna cut herself over me?”
“No, Jackson, the love spell wasn’t supposed to go that far. It was supposed to be a crush, not an infatuation. I never meant for that to happen. You have to believe …”
Jackson held his hand up and shook his head. “I can’t ... I need to think.”
Then he turned and walked out into the morning.





Chapter 11


Alister heard the storm approaching and quickly ordered the staff to close all the shutters and curtains of Emberlyn’s house and then go home for the day. He had been preparing for the storm since Emberlyn had started seeing Jackson.
He had hoped that when Jackson learned the truth he would be opened minded. But now as the once sunny morning skies turned dark as night as the clouds moved in, it appeared he had not taken the news well.
Alister sighed and started to fill the kettle with water. He loved Emberlyn as if she were his own daughter and every time her heart was broken, so was his. First, when the young man she desired never showed for their midnight walk, again when in the same evening her entire family had been brutally murdered by the fire that claimed their house in the woods, and yet again when her fiancée had run off with her assistant.
He had been there for every heartache.
Embelryn burst through the back door as lightning flashed behind her. Her wet hair blowing wild as her face showed nothing but anguish.
Alister hurried to the close the distance between them and embraced her in a hug. She quickly wrapped her arms around him.
“Oh Alister,” she cried. “I tried not to fall in love with him, I really did.”
“Emberlyn, you know the heart has a mind of its own,” said Alister. He gently lifted Emberlyn’s chin with his hand. “What did Jackson say?”
“That he needed to think,” said Emberlyn as she walked to the kitchen table. Alister grabbed her a towel.
“That sounds promising,” said Alister.
Emberlyn shook her head. “You should have seen the look on his face. I was careless and the love spell I cast on Genna was too powerful. She cut her wrist tonight, Alister. She could have died had Jackson not stopped her. I saw it all when I went to the store. It all flashed before me like a bad movie. That poor girl could have died … I almost killed her.”
Alister put a gentle hand on Emberlyn’s arm. “But she’ll be okay?”
Emberlyn nodded and looked at Alister with sad eyes. “You know it’s time.”
This time it was Alister’s turn to nod. He gave her hand a small pat. “Yes, I’ll start making the moving arrangements in the morning. Where should we go this time?”
Emberlyn stood. “Marseille, I’d like to stay by the sea.”
“We’ll be there by the week’s end,” stated Alister.
Emberlyn let out a small sob as she turned and started towards the stairs leading to her room.
“Emberlyn,” Alister called.
She stopped and turned to face him.
“It may take me a little longer to get us to Marseille,” he said. “Who knows maybe Jackson will come around before we leave? I truly believe he has a good heart.”
Emberlyn hurried to Alister and gave him another hug. “You’re sweet to say that.”
“I’ll make us some tea,” said Alister.
She gave him a small smile and then hurried out of the kitchen. As she left, Alister went back to his kettle and finished filling it with water. He whistled a little tune while he put the kettle over heat, grabbed another dish towel from the drawer, and then hurried to the front door. No bell had been rung, but Alister knew they had company.

“Won’t you come in, Mr. Hunt? It is a mighty nasty storm,” said Alister to a drenched looking Jackson.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

The Dark Heart ~ Part 33

Chapter 10


By the time Jackson got back to The Shack the sun was beginning to rise. His legs felt like lead and all he wanted to do was to fall down into his bed and sleep for a week. Unfortunately, he knew he needed to go to the shop. He couldn’t remember if he had locked the door when he followed the paramedics out with Genna and he knew there was a lot of medical paraphernalia lying around from where they had stopped her wrist from bleeding. He wanted to get that cleaned up before Nora came in. He didn’t want anyone else to have to see the carnage.
He pushed slightly on the door and wasn’t surprised when it opened easily. As he stepped inside he sucked in a breath and took a quick step back as a figure stood in the shadows of the darkened store.
Jackson wondered if the knife that Genna used was close by as something he could grab as a weapon to use against the intruder, but then remembered the police had taken it with them as evidence.
He squared his shoulders, ready for the confrontation when the sun peaked over the horizon and cast its rays over the person as she turned to face him.
“Emberlyn?” Jackson furrowed his brows.
Her hand was covering her mouth as tears streamed down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Jackson. I never meant for any of this to happen.”
She gestured around to all the bloody bandages strewn across the floor and then hugged herself.
Jackson bowed his head, feeling the full weight of the night before. “Neither of us did, but it wasn’t our fault, Emberlyn. I don’t know why Genna became so obsessed with me. It doesn’t make sense at all.” He shook his head. “None of that matters now. She’s getting the help she needs and she’ll be okay.”
“But it is my fault,” cried Emberlyn. “I made her that way.”
“No,” Jackson whispered. “We didn’t do anything wrong. Genna and I were never a couple. I wanted to be once, but she wasn’t interested. Then all of a sudden she was jealous because I was seeing you. It doesn’t make sense, but that still doesn’t mean we did anything wrong.”
“I did this to her!” shouted Emberlyn.
Jackson hurried over to Emberlyn and wrapped her in a hug as she wept into his shoulder. He gently caressed her back and let his own tears flow. His heart ached for both Emberlyn and Genna.
As Emberlyn’s crying slowed, Jackson took a small step back and wiped his own eyes. “Genna had a crazy moment, that is all. She wasn’t thinking straight. You can’t blame yourself, Emberlyn.”
“I put a love spell on Genna,” stated Emberlyn. “At my party, the first night we met. I never meant for her to get hurt. I just wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine. I wanted her to feel for you, what you had been feeling for her, is all. I wanted her to see what she was missing.”
Jackson ran his hand through his hair. “What is with the women in my life today? Why is everyone acting so crazy? What do you mean you put a love spell on Genna? That doesn’t even make sense.”
“I’m a witch, Jackson.”
Jackson let out a sarcastic laugh. “Right, and I’m the Pied Piper.”
“I’m serious,” said Emberlyn.
“Okay,” said Jackson, holding up his hands. “I’ve already said I have no problem with alternative lifestyles, but I have to draw the line at a love spell. There’s no such thing as magic. You can’t control another person’s emotions or actions.”
Emberlyn waved her hand through the air and the store, that had once been lighted by the morning sun, grew darker than night. She snapped her fingers and stars started to twinkle where The Shack’s ceiling had once been. Jackson reached up to touch one and it chimed like a small bell.
“Wow, this is some amazing trick,” said Jackson. “How long did it take you to set this all up?”
“It’s not a trick, Jackson,” Emberlyn said in a low voice. Then she started to mumble, but Jackson couldn’t understand the words. Soon the Emberlyn’s starlit sky started to light up with the streaks of a thousand falling stars.
Jackson didn’t know if he should laugh at how spectacular it was or be furious. Genna was lying in a hospital bed and Emberlyn and used that unfortunate time to set up an extravagant light show.
Thunder roared in the distance and Jackson looked outside to see if a storm was rolling in. To his surprise all he saw was the sun and beautiful blue skies. A flash of lightning brought Jacksons attention back to Emberlyn. She was still mumbling words, but Jackson couldn’t hear them due to the thunder and wind that now blew through his store.
Shirts were ripped off hangers and a line of surf boards, which had once been secured against the wall, crashed to the floor. Jackson put his arm up to protect his face, certain a hanger or sunglasses or some other surf item would soon hit him in the head. He tried to focus on Emberlyn, who was still chanting.
“Emberlyn,” he screamed, “stop this. You’re going to rip the place to pieces!”
Emberlyn looked up, her cheeks wet with tears, said three final words then snapped her fingers again.
Jackson blinked hard as The Shack filled with sunlight from the windows. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he expected to see his store in chaos, but everything was right back where it belonged, except for all the bloody bandages from the paramedics, those were gone.
Jackson looked to around his store, then to Emberlyn. His thoughts were traveling in a million different directions.
“Magic is real?” he whispered. “And you’re a witch? You made Genna cut herself over me?”
“No, Jackson, the love spell wasn’t supposed to go that far. It was supposed to be a crush, not an infatuation. I never meant for that to happen. You have to believe …”
Jackson held his hand up and shook his head. “I can’t ... I need to think.”
Then he turned and walked out into the morning.


Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Stone Magic ~ Birthstone

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If you were born this month you are am Amazing Amethyst!




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Friday, January 27, 2017

The Dark Heart ~ Part 32

He looked at Jackson, his brow furrowed. “I’ve got to tell you something, man. These last few weeks that Genna’s been hanging all over you have been really tough on me. We’ve … Genna and I … well … Jackson, I’m not sure how to say all this without you hating me.”
“I’m not going to hate you,” said Jackson. “What is it?”
“Okay,” Tucker said quickly, “I knew you had a crush on Genna and I know I encouraged you to go after her at Emberlyn’s party … but Genna and I were kind of hooking up at the time.”
“I know,” said Jackson, “I saw you two kissing, remember?”
“But it was more than just kissing and it was more than that one night,” confessed Tucker.
“So if you were seeing Genna, why did you push me to go to the charity ball in the first place and sweep Genna off her feet?”
“Because I thought Genna and I were just a fling; that we were just having fun,” said Tucker. “But then she started falling all over you and wouldn’t have anything to do with me. I missed her … a lot.” Tears started to form in the corners of Tucker’s eyes. “I think I love her, Jackson. That’s why I kissed her at the party even though I had encouraged you to go after her. Even then I didn’t want to lose her, even if it was to a good guy like you … and now … if I lose her for good….”
Jackson gave his friend a hug.
Genna’s doctor came out the large ER doors and glanced around the room. “Mr. Hunt?”
“Genna’s doctor,” said Jackson and they both hurried to him.
“Mr. Hunt,” said the doctor, “you’ll be happy to hear, your friend is doing well. Has her family arrived yet?”
Jackson shook his head. “I did get a hold of them, but they were in San Francisco. They’re flying back as we speak.”
The doctor nodded and looked at his clipboard. “She said you have her phone and she asked if you’d call Tucker Hearst.”
“I’m Tucker.” Tucker raised his hand as if he were in grade school.
“Good,” said the doctor, “she’ll be kept overnight for observation and then we’ll go from there. Right now she’s waiting for a bed upstairs, so she’s still down here. We only allow one visitor at a time, so Mr. Hunt if you’ll follow me.”
“Tucker will be the one going,” said Jackson. “I’ll wait here for Genna’s family.” He handed Genna’s phone to Tucker. “Tell her all I want for her is to get better. Keep me posted, okay?”
Tucker nodded.
“Mr. Hearst, right this way,” said the doctor.
Tucker gave Jackson a thankful look before following the doctor.
“Tucker,” Jackson called before they walked back through the large doors. “Don’t waste another minute. Tell Genna how you feel.”
Tucker gave Jackson a smile as they went through the large doors.


 Chapter 10


By the time Jackson got back to The Shack the sun was beginning to rise. His legs felt like lead and all he wanted to do was to fall down into his bed and sleep for a week. Unfortunately, he knew he needed to go to the shop. He couldn’t remember if he had locked the door when he followed the paramedics out with Genna and he knew there was a lot of medical paraphernalia lying around from where they had stopped Genna’s wrist from bleeding. He wanted to get that cleaned up before Nora came in. He didn’t want anyone else to have to see the carnage.

He pushed slightly on the door and wasn’t surprised when it opened easily. As he stepped inside he sucked in a breath and took a quick step back as a figure stood in the shadows of the darkened store.

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

The Dark Heart ~ Part 31

“Then why were you kissing her last night after I left?” yelled Genna.
Jackson swallowed hard. “Last night?”
“I came back to make up,” said Genna. “I couldn’t just give up on us and I saw you kissing her! Why aren’t I good enough? Why don’t you love me, Jackson?”
She looked down and started to sob. Jackson took another step as Genna looked up, put the knife to her wrist and sliced it open.
“Genna, no!” Jackson cried. He closed the distance between them as Genna went to slice her other wrist. Jackson grabbed the knife and twisted it out of her hand.
“Stop, Jackson,” cried Genna. “I just want to die!”
“You’re not going to die today, especially not over me,” said Jackson. He threw the knife across the room, before yanking a surf shirt off the rack. He gingerly, yet firmly tied the shirt over the deep cut to Genna’s wrist.
Genna looked down at her bloody arm and her eyes grew wide. “What have I done? Oh my … Jackson … what have I done?”
Jackson stared up at her. His own eyes growing wide. Genna looked as if she had just come out of a trance. Panic engulfed her face and she looked as if she were about to faint.
“You’re going to be okay.” He assured as he applied pressure with both hands to the wrapped wound as Genna started to sob. “Genna, listen to me.”
Genna continued to cry. “I don’t want to die.”
“Genna! Look at me,” Jackson snapped, finally she looked away from her wrist. “Good, now listen, you are not going to die. I’m not going to let that happen, but I need your help. Do you have your phone on you?”
Genna nodded and pulled her cell phone out of her back pocket with her good hand.
“Great,” said Jackson, trying to keep the panic he felt rushing through his body from coming out in his voice. Now that Genna had calmed down he needed her to stay that way. “Call 911.”
“I don’t understand,” Genna said as she dialed the numbers. “I don’t know what came over me. I just felt there was no reason to live if you didn’t love me.” She put the phone to her ear, still looking confused. “I wasn’t in my right mind, Jackson, you have to believe me … Hello, 911, yes, I need an ambulance, I’ve cut my wrist.”

***

Jackson paced the emergency room waiting room, waiting for Genna’s family to show up. The doctor had assured Jackson that Genna would survive her wound as she had thrust her phone into his hands asking him to call her family.
The automatic ER doors slid open and Jackson jerked his head up, hoping he would remember what Genna’s parents looked like. He had only met them once, and briefly at that.. To his surprise is was Tucker who was half jogging to him.
“How is she? How’s Genna?” asked Tucker, his voice frantic. “Can I see her?”
“The doctor said she’s going to be okay,” said Jackson placing two firm hands on Tucker’s shoulders. “They are stitching her up right now and not letting anyone back for the time being.”
“How did this happen?” asked Tucker.
Jackson ran his hand through his hair and sighed heavily. He wasn’t even sure where to begin.
“You know what?” said Tucker shaking his head. “I don’t even want to know. She just has to be okay.”

He looked at Jackson, his brow furrowed. “I’ve got to tell you something, man. These last few weeks that Genna’s been hanging all over you have been really tough on me. We’ve … Genna and I … well … Jackson, I’m not sure how to say all this without you hating me.”

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

The Dark Heart ~ Part 30

Genna stood in the doorway, her hair was ratted and mangled as if she had been pulling at it all night and the bags under her eyes gave testament to the fact that she hadn’t slept the night before either. Her clothes were rumpled and Jackson noticed cuts on her upper right thigh. He sucked in a breath as Genna brushed a large chef’s knife over her thigh, causing her pants to rip a little more.
“Genna, what’s going on?” Jackson slowly rose and walked out from behind the counter. “Why don’t you put the knife down so we can talk?”
“Oh, I think you did enough talking last night,” snapped Genna.
“Okay,” said Jackson holding his hands up in a peaceful gesture. “How can I help? What would you like me to do?”
“Love me,” said Genna in a pitiful whine. Her voice broke as she started to sob. “Jackson, why don’t you love me? I love you so much.” She slashed the knife harder against her thigh and Jackson’s heart raced as he saw blood seep through her pants.
“Genna, please stop,” said Jackson taking another slow step closer. “Put the knife down. We’ll get some coffee and have a long talk.”
“Why so you can tell me about how much you love Emberlyn, when you’re supposed to love me!” snapped Genna as she sliced the knife deeper into the thigh.
“Emberlyn and I are over,” said Jackson. “She doesn’t mean anything to me.”
“She doesn’t?” Genna said in a little whine as she let the knife droop in her hand, no longer sliding it across her leg.
Jackson saw the knife go slack and knew what he had to do. “Genna, I was just using her to get to you. You were right, I’ve had a crush on you for a long time. But then I saw you kissing Tucker and ran to Emberlyn to make you jealous. I acted like a jerk last night. I wanted to make you feel bad, like you made me feel at the party. But I didn’t mean it. I do love you, Genna. Put the knife down so we can be together. You’re scaring me, love.”
He took another cautious step towards her as she cocked her head. Jackson felt the tightness in his chest start to ease, but then Genna pointed the knife at him.
“I don’t believe you,” she spat.
“Genna, baby, I was being stupid last night. Please forgive me,” pleaded Jackson, hoping Genna would drop the knife and run into his arms, then he could get her the help she needed.
He took another step forward and was almost able to reach her, when she tightened her grip on the knife.
“Then why were you kissing her last night after I left?” yelled Genna.
Jackson swallowed hard. “Last night?”
“I came back to make up,” said Genna. “I couldn’t just give up on us and I saw you kissing her! Why aren’t I good enough? Why don’t you love me, Jackson?”

She looked down and started to sob. Jackson took another step as Genna looked up, put the knife to her wrist and sliced it open.