Page 16 of We Are All Sinners

I grab Jeffs keys, rushing out the door, running smack into Brixon’s hard chest.

“Are you okay? We were starting to get worried.” He pulls me in and hugs me, kissing the top of my head.

I pull back and push him away. “I’m fine, it just didn’t go as planned. You guys will have to figure out how to carry him down.”

I know I sounds rude, and that he truly cares but I need air, I need to ground myself after seeing all the images from Jeff’s life.

That little kiss on my head sent fireworks straight to my underappreciated pussy, leaving my legs feeling weak. I need to keep my wits about me if I’m going to be doing any torturing of lost souls today. I mean, technically, I don’t usually do the killing myself.

I’ll let the boys have fun watching, but these are my victims!

Chapter 4

Brixon

Ihave to admit, this isn't the reaction I expected from my little witch. She’s standoffish and looks downright angry at me. I know she remembers everything now, so why isn’t she even glancing my way as we drive to the bayou? It feels like she’s mad at me for something I didn’t cause.

“I get that you’re confused about everything. It took me a few days to wrap my head around it all to. I’m sorry if I’m coming on too strong,” I say, trying to gauge how she feels and hoping to break the tension.

“I remember everything, and everyone now! I even forgot Cami! Cami! She was my best friend! I lost you! Ten fucking years! So, yeah, I’m a little pissed right now. Sorry if I’m not having the reaction you think I should have. I know I love you-- or I did, but you have no idea what is coming for us. I saw it all, and I’m still processing, so excuse me if I’m not still your perfect little witch!”

She’s throwing a temper tantrum, just like she used to when we were kids, and something caught her off guard. It’s almost cute how bratty she can be. I can’t help but smirk at her.

“You’re being a brat, and you know it. I can’t wait to spank that pretty little ass of yours.” I chuckle at her and grab her hand, intertwining our fingers. She doesn’t pull away, letting me know I’m cracking her shell.

“I remember everything too. This has been torture being so close to you and not being able to touch you, Eves. I have never loved anyone since you, and I never will. You are my past, present, and future. Heart and Soul. Till we are ghosts.” I raise her hand up and kiss her knuckles. I hear her breath hitch and know she still loves me too.

“And even then, I will chase you into the afterlife and love you until the heavens crumble.” She meets my gaze, and a heavy sigh escapes her lips.

“I thought I’d never truly been in love. I convinced myself I lost my virginity in college to a drunk rugby player after too many shots of hippy juice. I believed I turned into a monster when mama got sick, but now I see that I’ve always been a monster—I just had a break. I don’t know how to process what I’m feeling or the visions that have overwhelmed me in the last few hours. My head is pounding. How can I even begin to understand who I am and what I’m meant to do with what I’ve seen?”

She’s trying so hard to express herself, yet I can feel her holding back, trapped in a storm of emotions that she can’t quite see herway through. My heart aches for her struggle, for the weight of her past, and the uncertainty of her future.

“We aren’t kids anymore! We lost ten years, but we have the rest of our lives to make up for it. There is a lot you still don’t know, and we will get to that, but after we get rid of these assholes, can we please just talk and get past this? I just want to be with you. I don’t want to waste any more time with the why, just the now, and the future. Can we do that?” I try to let her know my point of view after wrestling with all the horrible thoughts that I have had. I am still pissed too, but that isn’t going to get us anywhere.

“Yeah, but you are going to have to give me a minute to catch up okay. You have had weeks. Just give me some time to take out some aggression and then we can talk. I’m just trying to process, ya know?” I nod and she continues on with how this is all just so overwhelming at the moment.

She doesn’t seem as angry by the time we pull onto the dirt road leading back to her grans old place. We came out here all the time as kids. It finally feels like everything is coming full circle now. I’m not going to pretend that this is all normal, because it isn’t.

A few weeks ago, I still thought that all the witch stuff was just some bullshit to scare the families of the Saints to fall in line and do what was asked. Now, I’ve seen firsthand what witches can do. I remember what I was taught growing up.

I still have my reservations, because I remember the car accident. But is it possible? Maybe. I’m not saying I’m convinced, just that I have a better understanding.

I feel bad for always calling my mom a nut job. She was a devout catholic, but everyone knew she was a witch and even if they didn’t like her, they respected Dahlia Blaze.

My mother loved Genevieve. She always told me that she and I were destined by the stars. I knew she was right.

“This is where it all happened, the last night we were together. Do you remember what happened?” I ask gently, fully aware that with time, more of her memories of us will resurface. Bringing her here should help her piece together everything more quickly and understand why we were separated in the first place. If anyone can unravel this, it’s my little witch.

Her eyes lock with mine as I pull up in front of the grand, old, three-story, Victorian home. It’s a lot nicer than it was when we were kids. Clearly, Evie has taken great care in maintaining and renovating it to her taste.

Evie closes her eyes, “I remember you making love to me for the first time that night. We were at our special place we found close to the water where you gave me my first flowers at ten, held my hand at thirteen, and gave me my first kiss at fifteen. It was always our special place. You had lit a fire and placed candles everywhere. The air mattress and blankets covered in red and white rose and jasmine petals were a nice touch. I remember the butterflies. They came while we were, ya know.” She blushes, opening her eyes to look at me.

“We were what my little witch? Making love? They came the moment I took your virginity. They flew all around us while I fucked that sweet little pussy of yours until you couldn’t take itanymore. You begged me not to stop as I made you come over and over again, while your body clung to mine. They surrounded us when I held you close, and we both came undone.” I grip her hand tighter, pulling it up to my chest and placing it flat over my heart. I want her to see what I see and feel what I feel, to show her I’m not trying to hide anything from her.

She gasps as tears stream down her face, probably seeing that I was with other people, but that they didn’t matter, and that I didn’t feel with them, what I feel with her. I know she is able to see it all.

I leave her hand on my chest, turning to face her. I cup the sides of her face with my hands and lean in, so close to her lips, I barely graze them and pull back slightly, then I whisper, “Please little witch, come back to me. I can’t live without you now that I have you back.” I crush my lips to hers. She responds immediately, parting her lips, tangling her tongue with mine, giving me as much as I’m giving her.

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