Forever Changed

chapter 26



I knocked lightly on the door. I head no answer, so I gently pushed the door opened. My father was sleeping away, all sprawled out everywhere, in the king size bed. My mother was asleep, too, but was sleeping in what looked like a very uncomfortable chair. I walked over to her and gently tapped her on the shoulder. She opened her eyes quickly and jumped out of her chair.

I pretty much thought, I was going to have to go to the bathroom and make sure I didn’t shit myself. She scared the shit out of me and I never expected that kind of reaction. However, I couldn’t blame her especially, after all the crazy stuff that had happened.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to frightened you,” I whispered loudly to my mother.

She waved her hand at me, “It is ok, I am just worried about your father. He has not moved or anything.” She said looking at him, tears forming in her eyes.

“It is ok, I came to heal him, he looks much better since he has had a bath.” I said with a grimace on my face. “Why don’t you go get something to eat and I will tend to him.”

“Yes, your right I am starving. He needs to eat as well, but I will let you do whatever it is you are going to do. If you need me yell. I will come running if I have to.” She said with a weak smile.



“I will, you should consider snuggling up on the sofa and grabbing a real nap as well.” I added before she left the room.





“I just may do that,” she said and shut the door softly behind her.

I looked down at my father. The only way I would be able to heal him, is if I became angry.

I sat in the chair, that my mother had been sitting in and yes, I was right. It was the most uncomfortable chair I had ever sat in. I couldn’t believe that my mother actually slept in it!

I was lost in my thoughts, when my father starting stirring awake. Not only was he waking up, but he moaned with each slight movement. I felt bad for him, but the thought of my mother crossed my mind. Every time he beat on her, how she would stay in bed crying, not sure if it was from the pain or if it was just from being hurt by the one she loved the most.



My father opened his swollen blackened eyes and looked straight at me. He tried rolling over to face the wall, but he was in so much pain, he could barely move his toes or fingers, more or less his whole body.





He was beaten so bad, swells here and there, bruises, cuts, whip lashes, and slash marks. He had marks, which looked like someone had drug their fingernails down his skin, leaving huge deep scratches. He had bite marks that were not from ordinary teeth and he I am sure, had plenty of broken bones. He was tortured and punished. He paid a huge price for marrying a witch, having a daughter, and breaking the Marcus Curse.

I watched him for a few minutes, while he struggled to breath and move. He watched me as well and I wondered what he was thinking about.

“I am so sorry, Elizabeth,” he whispered. His voice was hoarse and raspy.



“You have no reason to be sorry. I got you home and you helped me do that yourself.” I said slowly.





“I know, but I am sorry I didn’t tell you before. I am sure that this last week, you have been an….”he stopped to catch his breath, “….emotional wreck.”

“I am fine and I am even better now that you are home. I glad to know who I am.” I said with my head a little higher. “I need you to make me angry, though, so you don’t have to endure this pain you are going through.”

“I deserve it,” he spat out so angry that he startled me making me jump. “How many times did I beat on your mother? I beat her constantly and she was stronger than what I thought. She was harder to break. I deserve everything they did to me in the Underworld, Elizabeth.”

“Yeah, well I need you healed, not for me, but for my mother. She has slept all night in a chair, worrying about you and you are going to sit there and not let me do anything.” I cried out through gritted teeth.

He sat and thought for a few minutes before he finally answered. He started crying, “I love your mother so much, Elizabeth. I was supposed to be a coldhearted demon and something happened when I met her. I am confused, but at the same time I am happy to have a second chance. I never want to go back to the Underworld. It is so horrible and awful. I don’t want to be damned there and endure the eternity of torture and abuse.”

“I know you don’t and I am happy you have a second chance. This time we are going to be a happy family and we are going to start over, but we have to take care of the now first. Landon said he foresees the Dark Lord rising, he will be coming. He is coming to get me for my powers, kill you, and kill my mother. You have to help me fight him. I need you to let me heal you. Please?” I pleaded with him. I really needed his help. He was a demon and all demons possess powers. “Not only that, I killed a kid from school, I need your help with that, too.”

He looked at me with his mouth opened wide and stared. Tears formed in his eyes while he said, “My little girl has grown up on me.” He cried continuously, his chest heaving up and down, while he tried to get enough air in between each wail.

I watched him throw a fit with disgust. Are you flipping serious? I need him to be strong and get angry and all he is doing is crying like a two year old sissy. I thought when he came back from the Underworld he would be different. But dayum, I didn’t think he would turn into a blubbering pansy ass.

I rolled my eyes, walked over to him, and shouted, “Quit your damn crying. Act like a man and be one. Yeah, you came back from damnation a whole new person, ready to get a second chance at life. So now is your chance, but be a man about it. You have another chance and all you’re going to do is cry about every little thing. I need your help, we need your help or we are all going to live in the Underworld and be damned for eternity.”

He looked at me with his eyes shining a smile forming on his lips. “That’s my girl get angry at me,” he said smirking.

I looked at him, my turn with my mouth hanging opened with shock. This is what he is doing. He is trying to make me angry, so that I can heal him.

“What are you doing?” I asked him with my teeth grinding. I probably will have to go to the dentist by the time this is over with!

“I am not completely changed Elizabeth. I am trying to make you angry. I am not going to sit here like some wuss, crying over everything. Don’t get me wrong I should be, considering all that I have put my family through. But in all honesty I am a demon and always will be.” He said with a huge smile on his face.

I looked at him and said, “This is all a game to you. JUST ALL A DAMN GAME!!” I screamed. I felt my temperature rising, my heart pounding, and my blood pressure going up. A storm was forming above our heads, with lighting, and thunder crashing all around us. My eyes turned red and I was pissed.

“QUICK ELIZABETH, CHANNEL YOUR ANGER INTO HEALING MY BODY, SO THAT I CAN HELP YOU! HURRY OR YOU ALONE WILL SEND ME BACK TO DAMNATION AND BACK TO THE UNDERWORLD.” His scream sounded distance, but I could still understand what he was saying. He made me angry, risking going back, so that he can be healed and take care of his family.

Instead of concentrating on his lungs constricting and not letting him breathe, which I could see his face turning purple now, I grabbed his ankle. I concentrated on solely repairing his broken body. I was afraid now, because I watched as a brilliantly white light crept down my arms and engulfed his body.

I watched, as the light raised my father off his bed. It lifted him up in the air. He was completely covered in this light and I still had a grip on his ankle. I was amazed and wondered how this could be a witch’s source of power. How in the world can this be happening?

I felt a blast of white light coming out of his body, and all around the room. The blast from the light coming out of his body slammed me into the wall that was behind me.

I hit my head pretty hard. I tried to stand up, but my feet wouldn’t move. All I could feel was the throbbing in my head, from the impact of my body being slammed into the wall. I was dizzy, but I managed to lift my head just enough to watch, as the white light gently laid my father back on the bed and disappeared.

I passed out.