Emery

“A plan?” Stuart had not dropped his look of confusion, how could he? It’s not like he can read my mind.

“Yes, a plan,”

“Can’t this plan involve, like, the police?” Stuart is looking more frustrated than confused.

“No it cannot. Sit down and I’ll explain it,” I tell him, starting to get impatient. I was excited to tell him what I wanted to do.

“So...No one really knows I exist right? Besides like my doctor and my dentist. But they were sworn to secrecy by my parents. If they ever peeped I could deal with them anywa-”

“Deal with them how?!” Stuart cut me off.

“Shut the fuck up Stuart. I haven’t finished. So I could deal with them if I needed to. I don’t want to just put those witches in jail,” I stop to let a dramatic pause put Stuart on edge.

“I want to make them suffer,” I had a full smile on my face now.