Authors Note: HI, i'm new here and this is my story Of blood and Sorcery, I hope everyone likes it.

Slowly I gilded up the steps to the house. My trip here was rather uneventful but then again when are they?

Moving around at least five times a year, you lose your love of road trips.

"Bella, you know where you room is." Charlie called awkwardly from the car. I wish I could just make him disappear sometimes.

I could but that's considered murder and is frowned upon is most societies. Damn that Johnny deep and his catchy lines.

I walked up the stairs to the front door and pulled on the door. Naturally the house was so run down the door was jammed. I flipped my wrist and the door flew open. I looked back to Charlie to make sure he hadn't seen the spell. He still looked useless trying to pull my trunk from the back of the car.

I rolled my eyes and flipped my wrist again and it shot out. I loved sorcery even for just these little mundane tasks.

"Thanks dad." I called my voice perfected into actual gratitude.

He nodded like he accomplished something of import.

"Hey Bella can I show you something?" He asked. Ugh, why not, I only have better things to do, I wonder when he's going to start calling me names and hitting me, He sure isn't acting like himself.

I nodded and followed him around the house to an ugly rusty…thing. I think it was once a truck but it would take an arch-witch to figure that out.

"It's yours." He laughed. I wanted to blow him up. But it's my first car. Best not look a gift horse in the mouth unless you're trying to gather some odd ingredient for a potion.

"Thanks so much dad." I laughed all bubbly. I really want to know when he's gonna get pissed and slap me or something.

I can't fight back unfortunately, what would the cops think.

Cause of death…rip to shreds by hundreds of snakes conjured by a angry teenage witch

Not the type of headline I feel like seeing.

"School starts tomorrow at six so be ready." He threw into our non-conversation quickly.

What!?

"Mom told me you were going to home-school me." I spoke quickly and aggravated.

"Well…change of plans." He laughed his perverted little laugh.

I hate people, they never understand anything, and even if one did figure out what I could do I would just be a label then. They have no concept of what it is to be different. If they don't understand it they fear it and make it miserable.

Damnit all to hell.

"I should have stayed with Phil and Mom." I spat at him and turned on my heel. I felt something grab the back of my hair and I was thrown to the ground.

I felt his heavy boot stomp on my chest. "Look here you little bitch, you will never say anything of the sort again, you are mine for the time being and if you ever say you like that dirtbag more then me…I'll kill you." He nearly shouted.

"Ooh dirtbag…you must be really pissed…and like I haven't been called a bitch before, Now get off of me before I make you." I whispered.

I felt my magical energy bubble inside, I got that chilly feeling, whenever I would cast a powerful spell I would get cold, but not to cold, like a refreshing chill on a hot day cold.

You also had to have magical energy at birth to be able to cast sorcery, which I did. Mom or dad didn't which was weird but I would take it, My mystic studies kept my magic at top shape for things just like this.

He pressed down harder and I realized it was getting harder to breathe.

I grabbed his ankle and felt the energy rush threw me. I pushed and he flew off me and backwards about a foot. I just wanted to make it look I was working out, not I was super woman.

He glared at me from his place on the grass and pointed to the house. "Inside." He screamed.

I smiled, took all my things and walked inside.

I went straight upstairs and into my old room. The same pale yellow curtains, the same old paint.

I would so spruce this place up later, I heard the door slam downstairs and I knew he was in.

Well today was the beginning of hell I believe. At least I have my sorcery.

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