Changes and Chances(Boschlow)

Chapter Thirty-Six

Perhaps it was a good idea, but Willow wasn't sure what was safe to ask. Almost anything about the girl's past was a sore subject. One wrong word and Boscha may have a panic attack.

The plant witch decided it was best to let the three-eyed witch start the conversation.

"I- I never told you who Michell was. I froze up when you asked... then the others came over."

The plant witch was almost shocked at the mention of the girl's name. "You don't have to talk about it if you're not ready," Willow told her.

The potion witch shook her head, sighing softly. "I may never actually be ready, Willow."

She sat up, turning, so her legs were on the coffee table, remaining in her friend's lap. Willow didn't question the change in position.

The pink-haired girl took in a deep breath. "But, you said what happened doesn't change who we are."

The plant witch couldn't help but smile. "I mean that too. It's the truth."

Boscha smiled slightly and nodded. "I know." She leans against Willow, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. "Michell was one of my parents' maid. When my parents weren't around, she would verbally abuse me... It's not like I could report her to my parents because they always thought I deserved it."

She took in a deep, shaky breath. She went to continue, but she found she was unable to speak. Tears began to build up in her eyes, threatening to fall.

Hearing her friend's shaky breathing, Willow wrapped her arms around her. "It's okay, Boscha." She whispered gently.

It was silent for a moment as the three-eyed witch calmed down. Once her breathing was under control, Willow spoke again, "So, she was a maid, and she was verbally abusive towards you?"

The former bully nodded.

"... do you have any happy memories from your home?" She questioned.

"A few... but most of them... were with Michell." Her voice cracked.

This confused the plant witch. "You mean... the maid?"

Again, Boscha responded with a nod.

Willow remained silent, not fully understanding how some of Boscha's best memories were with someone who verbally abused her.

"Michell was eight years older than me. She was a young maid when my mother was pregnant with me. I was four when I first met her..."

>Ten years ago<

Boscha was sitting on the couch reading a book about potions that she didn't quite understand. Her father hand given it to her, telling her to be quiet and read.

The young witchling gave no argument, knowing her father wouldn't be too happy if she disobeyed him.

She growled at herself as she skimmed over the words. She didn't understand anything. How were these words even pronounced?!

"I don't know any of this!" She wined slightly, closing the book.

She was lucky her father was up in his study, or she would've gotten an ear full.

She jumped off the couch, holding the closed book.

"So you don't understand that book?" An older voice sounded from behind her.

The three-eyed witch turned around quickly. Behind her was a young maid. Too embarrassed to talk, Boscha nodded.

They hopped over the back of the couch, landing on the other side gracefully. She sat down and patted the spot next to her.

"Maybe I can help explain it to you." She smiled gently.

The younger witch couldn't help but smile back as she climbed back on the couch. The maid took the books, opening it to the first page.

"What's your name?" Boscha questioned before the girl began reading.

"Oh, How rude of me." She laughed. "I'm Michell. If I'm not mistaken, you're Boscha?"

"Yep!"

"It's nice to meet you, but Let's get to reading this, okay?"

"Okay."

And they did read. They met every day for a month on that couch just to read that book. Boscha learned a lot about potions with Michell. However, the book only lasted so long.

To the pink-haired girl's surprise, Michell still met her at the same time on that couch. She began to teach her spells and showed her different books.

They stayed meeting on the couch for a year. Michell would teach her anything and everything. It seemed there was no end to what the girl could teach. She even taught her about grudgby!

Everything was amazing when Boscha was with Michell. Her father's neglect and harmful words would always be pushed to the back of her mind when she was with her.

The witchling was content with her life. Sure her dad was bad, and her mother was getting distant, but she had Michell.

Everything was as it should be.

Happy...

Until... it all came crumbling down.

Her mother joined in on the verbal abuse and neglect, which then became physical abuse. Michell found out and told her mother... her mother confronted Boscha's parents...

Then... just like that, she was gone. She died in a tragic "accident," leaving Michell in their custody...

After that, she changed completely, blaming the death of her mother on the three-eyed witch. In the span of a week, Michell became nothing more than a faucet constantly spewing insults at Boscha.

Soon, it was like those two years never existed. It was as if they had always been enemies.

>Present day<

"Just like that, I was alone. Not even a month after my mother had turned her back on me, my first friend did the same."

"I-" Willow was at a loss for words. "You two were friends?"

"We were eight years ago..." She sighs sadly. "I- I think it's why it hurts so much though... I d-don't care th-that my mom or d-dad are dead! I'm glad they're gone!" She began to tremble as tears cascaded down her face.

The plant witch tightened her grip around Boscha, rocking her ever so slightly. "I know it must hurt, but it'll hurt less with time."

"I w-want it to s-stop hurting now! I- I j-just wan-want it all t-to go aw-away."

"I know, I know you do, but I also know you can get through this." She smiles softly. "You're going to make it through this, and I'll be right here with you."

"Willow...?"

"Yes?"

"Promise me you'll never turn your back on me... please..."

"Of course. I'd never turn my back on you."

"Promise..."

"I promise."

"Thank you..."

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Okay... um.... here.... also happy new year you guys... I have a few hours until it is so but I'ma say it now for those who are already there or almost there. I'm glad 2020 is almost at its end. Also, this may be the last chapter I write for a while because I won't be able to access the platform I write on after January 11th. I'm kinda getting grounded from my computer because I failed and have to go back to in-school learning. 

Anywho, have a wonderful day everyone, and know that you are all loved so much! Talk to y'all again in 2021!!!

Words- 1062 
Published- 12/31/20