Jordan
stood dumbfounded; she’d found herself in this state of mind a lot lately.
Teresa sat in her fuzzy blue computer chair, using her toe to swing from left
to right.
“What’cha gonna do with that, Jordan?”
Teresa asked, coming to a standstill in the chair. Her eyebrows were raised and
she produced a knowing smile.
“It has to be done, Teresa,” Jordan stated.
“The mirror has to be destroyed. You have no idea how horrible this has been.
What this mirror can do!”
“You promised, Jordan. If you destroy it
then how can you keep your promise? Or did you ever plan to stick to the deal
in the first place?”
The mention of the deal, made Jordan look
up in fright, the question written all over her face. Had Teresa kept her end
of the bargain? Was her father alive?
“You want to know, don’t you? You want to
know if I was able to keep your father from his death. Well, you’ll let me use
the mirror and then I’ll tell you.”
Enraged that Teresa would put the mirror
before someone’s life, Jordan leapt toward the mirror, the hatchet
outstretched. She connected and the glass shattered into slivers all over the
floor. She swung back and began hacking at the wooden base.
From behind, Teresa screamed in outrage and
flung herself upon Jordan, pulling her to the ground. Both girls wrestled on
the floor, rolling into the mirror, toppling it to the ground. The base had
broken into several pieces by now, causing
Teresa to pause as she jumped to her feet, leaving Jordan lying on the ground
bruised and bleeding from her nose.
Trembling, Jordan sat up to watch Teresa,
who was pawing through the pieces. At first Jordan didn’t understand what she
was looking at. It hit her then, when she saw the little wooden drawer that
popped out of the base of the mirror. From it, Teresa pulled an old piece of
parchment and she unrolled it gingerly, a wicked smile playing across her face.
“Teresa, Don’t-“
“Shut up!” Teresa snarled. “You perfect
little goody goody! You don’t deserve this! I deserve this after all I’ve been
through, after all I’ve done!”
Teresa continued to unroll the parchment scroll,
her face pure evil. Jordan knew she had to stop her and she withheld her groan
of pain as she pulled herself to her feet. Teresa was so intent on the scroll
that she didn’t realize Jordan was on her until the two were once again rolling
on Jordan’s floor, glass crunching under them, both girls grunting in an effort
to best the other.
“My
mother is going to be home any minute now, you need to leave!” Jordan
shrieked, hoping it would alarm Teresa and she would leave. But it was obvious
that Teresa would not leave until she got what she came for. Holding Jordan
down with one hand, Teresa groped along Jordan’s desk, connecting with the
heavy crystal paperweight.
At the last second, Jordan scrabbled to her
knees, hoping to get out of that room. Teresa was street smart and had
obviously been schooled in fighting, Jordan knew she didn’t have a chance. Heck
she had never been involved in a verbal altercation let alone a physical one.
She pushed up to her feet, but never made it, a blinding pain erupted in her
head and she swore she heard colors as Teresa crashed the paperweight across
her skull.
Things stopped and started in short waves
of consciousness as Jordan attempted to pick herself up. She heard movement in
the room and things would go black, she saw Teresa right in her face, leering
and saying something, then things would go black. Unsure of how long she’d lain
there, Jordan felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She fumbled for the device
and managed to get it out and hit the talk button.
“Jordan! Jordan, are you there?” It was
Stacey and she sounded frantic. Jordan mumbled something, she wasn’t even sure
what, and Stacey continued, “The news, you need to turn on the news, it’s about
your dad, Jordan. Are you there? Jordan?”
Jordan slowly sank into darkness, her last
thought that she had failed to save her dad. Teresa had played her. She had
lost both the mirror and her dad.
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