Chapter Four

She ran and ran by the houses, not knowing where her feet were taking her. Soon after five more minutes of running, she finally realized where she was. She was on Columbia Drive. Brad lived on this street.

"Please be home," she silently begged as she walked up his driveway.

His car was there. She wiped her tear stained face before making her way up the porch and to the front door. She rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer. Nobody answered the door. She rang the doorbell again and then franticly knocked.

"Coming," Natera heard from behind the door.

The door opened and there was Brad, wearing his favorite ripped jeans and faded red shirt. His brown hair was wet, as if he just gotten out of the shower. "Hey Natera, come on in." He turned around and started to walk away. But suddenly, he stopped and did a double take at Natera. She stood still in his doorway, eyes bloodshot and tearstains on her face.

"Natera," he said softly with concern in his blue eyes, "what's wrong?"

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead a sob escaped her. Brad gently pulled her into his arms, holding and comforting her. "Shh…," he whispered over and over again.

After a few minutes, Natera's sobs ceased and he pulled away. "Let's go to the couch."

She nodded, not trusting herself to say anything and went to the couch in Brad's living room. He followed her and sat down next to her. He pulled Natera onto his lap, putting his arms around her.

"What's wrong?" he worriedly asked.

"I…," she started, trying not to burst into tears. Should she tell him about her being a witch? NO! Should she tell him about the arranged marriage? HELL NO! "I'm…I'm moving tomorrow." She decided to tell him half, no, not even half, but a third of the truth.

"You are?" Brad asked. "It's so sudden." They way he said that made Natera look at him. He was puzzled and sad.

"Yeah," she whispered.



He suddenly smiled. "Are you joking?"

She shook her head and put her face in her hands, crying. How could he think she was joking about something like this? She felt his arms tighten around her.

"You're not joking," he muttered mostly to himself. He lifted Natera's face out of her hands, making her look at him. He wiped her tears. "Everything is going to be okay," he said soothingly to her. He kissed her eyelids, forehead, and cheeks.

Hearing him say those words and looking so hopeful made her cry even harder than before. But he kept on going. "We can still be together."

She kept shaking her head. He stopped her and kissed her passionately. "We can talk on the phone and visit each other."

But Natera knew deep down that everything he said wouldn't come true. She knew that this would be their last time of ever seeing or hearing from each other ever again.

hmm...i don't really like where my story is heading...