Posted by: victanguera | August 28, 2009

Exercise #55

Trisha couldn’t believe she had to steal her mother’s necklace in order to save her ex-boyfriend’s life. The stupid thing had an ancient curse attached to it, and her mother was the only one that could control it. Stealing the damn thing would certainly transfer the curse.

And Trisha had no idea who would wind up bearing it.

If only she hadn’t told Brad about it. He’d begged to see it. She’d refused, breaking up with him when he wouldn’t leave it alone, nagging her day and night over it. Three days later, a demon showed up at her door.

“Well, my pretty.” He’d touched the side of her face possessively. Trisha could still fill the burn of his fingers on her skin. Her mind seemed to shy away from the things he’d said, but she knew she had no choice but to try to fix the situation. By this time tomorrow, or Brad would die.

Pushing open the door to her mother’s room, she peaked inside the room.

Straight into her mother’s open eyes. She sat on the bed, book propped on her knees watching the door, the necklace firmly around her neck.

“I wondered how long it would take,” her mother said. Her fingers wrapped around the necklace in a protective gesture. Trisha couldn’t really blame her, after all, she’d guarded the thing and the curse it held for over one hundred years. “How long do you have?”

“Twenty-four hours.” Trisha looked at her watch. “Twenty-three hours. I don’t suppose it would work if I borrowed the thing, then?”

Her mother shook her head, ending all Trisha’s hopes. At least Brad was her ex-boyfriend. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt so bad to loose someone she no longer had a relationship with. Somehow, she didn’t think so.

“You know if you steal it, you will die instead of Brad?”

“No.” Cold washed over Trisha.

“Well, let’s go. We don’t have long to fix things,” her mother said as she closed her book.

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