3 Chapter - 3

I opened the door of the house and my pet dog chub came to greet me by running in to my arms. I cuddled him, he is my cutie.

"Oh chubby, do you miss me?" I told him by rubbing my nose on his.

"Iris, take a look at the time." This was the cold sound of my big brother Vince. He was not my biological brother and we are not related by any means. He was the son of the priest uncle Roarke who cared for me a lot. Uncle was acquainted with my father before. When my parents died in an accident, I was only fifteen months old. There was nobody else my parents knew except uncle. So uncle took my custody as he promised to my dying parents. After the uncle death, his son Vince automatically became my guardian. So, this is how we ended up in a brother and sister relationship. Before the uncle's death we were like a happy family but after he died.He was only twenty back then. He became cold and slowly we became like strangers who lived under the same roof. Maybe, he was going to stay cold for the rest of his life.

"Iris, do you loss your hearing capabilities or I am not loud enough?" his voice made me shiver down my spine.

"Vince it's not like that I want to disobey you. It's just that Rose wanted to go to the burger shop, so we headed towards the shop" I explained him in low voice. I don't know why but when I am him in front of him I became a meek version of myself. All my courage drowned just by looking at him. I felt apologetic to him. His dream was to go to the Rics city for further studies in medicines, but he had to let go of his dream because of me. I was very grateful and guilty towards him.

"Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to stay outside at this hour". He raised his voice. His words were too harsh for me but I could see in his caring and big eyes that he was afraid for me. I know deep down he cared for me, yet he was too cold. He ordered me to go upstairs in my room. I obeyed him and went upstairs with chub. I was careful enough not to make any noise while walking my head down. I entered my room and suddenly jumped on my bed backwards. Chub was in my arms and after seeing his actions I knew he wanted to play with me.

"Chub, why Vince is too cold to me?" I asked by frowning and pouting. I sat on the bed and grabbed chub in my arms.

"No, the biggest question is that why did I fall for a guy who is too cold for me?" I patted chub till he slept. I made him lie down on his place. I lied down my bed and grabbed my pillow in my arms and started talking to myself. I started reminiscing the times we spent together. He was not a cold person back then. He was a cheerful person back then. He liked to crack scientific jobs what I meant is that his jokes were not laughable but he laughed all by himself. Somehow I also got his habit but he forgot his. He was my only companion in the childhood. I was not allowed to play with children before 12. There was an incident when I was 9 years old and a girl near about 6 years was playing with me. But suddenly she started annoying and started teasing me because I slipped in the mud. I got agitated and I didn't know back then by doing some hand actions of pulling her leg down and cursing in my heart. She fell down, banged her head and she bled abruptly. I fled from the scene and told Uncle about it. That girl was not in danger but she was hospitalized for few days. From that day uncle didn't allow me to play with other kids. So, Vince was the only one whom I could play with. We chat, laughed, made various things and prepare medicines from herbs. After the uncle's death we started drifting apart, and he gave me cold shoulders every time I tried to initiate conversation. And now we were at a point where days were just gone without even having a sentence. I always made a decision that I would not have a single thought about him but ended up most of my time thinking about him.

I changed my clothes and dressed in my T's and shorts. I headed towards the window of the room. I opened the window of my room. The sound of the rustling of leaves was heard and the crescent moon was glittering in the night sky.

"Today the moon is something unusual." I started talking to myself the moon was a symbolic identity for us witches. As per my mother diary that she left me, it stated that moon is closely related to the lives of the witches. Crescent moon stands for the maiden witch while the full moon stands for the married witch. The moon unusualness reminds me of that boy unusual eyes. I should forget about him. I shook my head, took out the pendant in my neck and kissed the key on it. The key was left by my mother.

"Mum I miss you." I smiled a big and close the windows.

I turned off the lights, laid down in bed and tucked myself in blanket. I was sleepy but my inner peace was uneasy as it was saying like something was going to happen.