Chapter 14

"Why did you lie on us and where did you find the blood that you had poured on yourself?" Samson asked.

"I always used to protect you, but the stunt you pulled on us is mean and unacceptable. From now on I will let Simon do whatever he wants to do with you!" Abraham added.

"Well first of all, both of must be sick in your head if you think there is any help I need from you. Go to aunt Rosina and learn some morals!" I told them not holding back my rage. In that moment I was thinking of the events that had happened when I was still alive, living in my own body.

"You do not sound like a real innocent Clearance that we know, you sound like crook from hell. That's why that blood was all over you? You are reeked off evil, I can smell it on you." Samson added.

"Well at least you can just smell it, you performed it. Now you need to learn your morals. Maybe aunt Rosina will teach you a thing or two about them." I said. These were my greatest bullies from the time I was still alive and reliving that experience drove me crazy, I needed to know who I was the time I was dead. Maybe I needed to enforce fear and make them scared of me.

"I should strike you, for speaking tone deaf to my brother!" Simon tried to strike me, he was so used to striking Clearance and getting away with it, but I wasn't Clearance and I was older than him.

"Touch the pot with that hand of yours." I told him. His hand stood mid air and it was directed to the stove where the was a pot boiling with morning hot porridge. His hand placed on it and sweat started coming out of his four head. He was shaking uncontrollably and his eyes began to water.

"Witch!!! What are you doing to my brother?!" Samson tryed to remove Simon hand from that Situation, but no one could break my spell on people besides me.

"I'm sorry!" Simon wailed and pleaded for mercy.

"I grant you mercy, next time you will touch that pot for ten hours. I will make what your mother did to me, look like a joke. Get the hell out of this house!" Everyone looked at me differently in that moment. Every one of them stood up and the went to their room to pack their clothes. I could already tell that I what I did got them pretty shook.

"What did our mother do to him?" Daniel mumbled.

"I do not know, let us get out of here before he casts another spell on us." David said.

"I thought that father made sure that no of us had any communication with the dead?" Daniel asked again.

"It was your idea to make him sleep on Ganuku's blankets, now he is possessed by his spirit!" David answered.

"I can hear all of that, you know? If you do not get out in the next ten seconds, you will regret it!" I said sternly, feeling my blood boil and my patience becoming thin with their obnoxious behavior.

"What did we do to deserve this?" Abraham asked again.

"The question is what did you not do Abraham? Get out of this place, right now!" I said vengefully. I made a cup of tea, to calm my nerves. Simon's hand was turning purple, from what I saw.

"Wash your hand and put an ice on it, before you leave." I commanded and he obliged without asking questions. I might have been vengeful but I did not want them to use anything against me or Clearance. I did not want to mess anything up for my innocent brother. He might have been naive, but he was also too innocent for these experiences. I needed to think before I made any hasty decisions. My mission was to make my brothers fear Clearance and to stop taunting him with their mean gestures. We were all brothers, but he was the most important to me. I would put him first before anyone else and I knew that he needed me the most, but I would as well pay my own revenge in the process.

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When I thought that everyone had finally left the house and I was finally alone, I thought of waking up Clearance, he needed to witness everything in action. So I took a needle and I poked the back of his neck, he woke up. I took out a small bottle and asked him to enter it and he complied without hesitation.

"You need to see everything in action, your brothers have been kicked out of the house." I told him.

"What? When did this happen? How did we even get home?" He asked, oblivious of the events that had transpired while he was still unconscious.

"Well I told father that they were the ones who poured blood on your body as a prank and he became furious, he asked them to go and live at Aunt Rosina's place for a month." I did not entirely tell him the truth for his own good, he did not need to know that I was the one who pulled father's leg to do it. I just wanted him to have a piece of mind.

"Wow, so am I going to live like this forever?" He asked, worried and I could read the fear that was written on his face as he asked.

"No, of course not. That is why I purposely put you in a bottle just in case you want your body back. You can enter it anytime and we can easily magnify the way we travel, using your body... We can exchange whenever you want." I told him. I needed to find a way, for him to not lose any trust that he had in me and that is why I always had to be wise and calculated with everything that I had told him.