Jacob had spent two days in the hospital before he was released. He wanted more time but the doctors said that all he needed was bed rest, and he could do that at home. He honestly just wanted more time to test out his magic using the hospital as a lodestone of sorts. But when his mother arrived, he was dressed and then taken home. His mother did say he could stay home the next day but he would have to head back to school soon. This suited him fine and the ride home was quiet.
Jacob's home was an almost picturesque, American cul-de-sac with white picket fencing and white-washed houses all arrayed in two neat rows on either side of the street. At the far end were three, two-story houses just like the rest that sat in an arch capping the street. In the center of this end was a circle of greenery with a large, old oak tree. The green lawns are perfectly kept, and garages all empty of cars. Altogether there were around 15 houses on the street and none were vacant. "It would be quaint if it wasn't all fake," thought Jacob as he watched each house go past the passenger window. He knew all the secrets going on in the street. The ability to blend into the background and be unnoticed was a skill he had picked up at an early age and it had served him well over the years. Jacob sighed softly to himself as he got out of the car and headed up to his home.
Jacob walked into the narrow entranceway of the house with its cream-coloured walls and laminated wooden flooring. To the left of the door sat a coat rack smothered in old jackets that hadn't moved since his older brother and sister had lived there. To the right was a large, open arch leading into the small living room. A large TV sat on the wall and two small sofas surrounded a coffee table and were aimed at the screen. Next to that sat a large kitchen with black tiled walls, marble countertops, and a large fridge freezer. Jacob ignored these rooms and headed up the carpeted, maroon coloured stairs in the entranceway to the second floor. He passed the open door to the white-tiled bathroom above the kitchen and disregarded the closed rooms that once belonged to his older siblings and his mother's bedroom before climbing a steep staircase into his attic bedroom.
The attic was large, with sloping roofs to each side that spanned the entire house. There was a large, bay window that filled the room with natural light, and two hanging lights at either end. A large, double bed sat against one wall while a desk where he kept his laptop sat on the other side of the room. Two cheap, plain-looking, chests of drawers were lined up against the light blue walls. Jacob had moved up here when he was just starting school and he welcomed it. Being the youngest of three was never easy on him. His big sister treated him like a burden growing up while his big brother took anything he could get away with, be it toys, money, or just the time to bully Jacob. It didn't bother Jacob so much when he was growing up. "That's just what big brothers do." he would think to himself. Until 'that' happened when Jacob was 13.
'That' was when his older brother got his girlfriend pregnant at 17. In a panic, he had tried to attack his girlfriend and wound up being arrested. Since then, he had seen his brother once in a court hearing, and when he unashamedly admitted to trying to kill his unborn child, their mother had disowned him. Turns out he had also been the main drug dealer in school too, which they found out a week later when their house was broken into by a strung-out, classmate of the brother. The mother had caught the thief when she had gotten up to get a drink and screamed, causing the thief to run.. It was just too bad she recognized him and called the police. During interrogation, he cracked and spilled to the cops about how Taylor had been supplying most of the school's cannabis and even some harder narcotics like speed and PCP. The police checked his bedroom and found several drugs hidden inside his mattress and traced them back to the dealer. Now Taylor was in jail. Jacob's much older sister made amends with him before she moved far away to go to college. She visits every Christmas, and they always get along now. This just leaves Jacob and his mother at home.
Jacob climbed into bed, keeping on a pair of loose shorts and a faded top as he thought some more about what Stephany had told him. Magic was real. He had felt it and used it instinctively to transform Steven into Stephany. Stephany, it turned out, was a novice at magic. Talking about it quietly for an hour, Stephany told him how her family were descendants of the original Salem witches, but she could only read some of the Grimoire she had found in the attic. Through it, she had found out that magic welled up in places of strong emotions, like graveyards or hospitals. She had found a well of power under the school and had used it with the few incantations she had learned, to transform herself from Steven into Sven, but she had never read anything in the book about being able to use the power without incantations.
Jacob pondered this as he lay in bed and looked up at the slanted ceiling. He desperately wanted to speak again to Stephany and learn more. He also wanted to get to one of these magical points and see if he could tap into it as he had before at the hospital or the school. There was something he hadn't told Stephany either except in passing. She claimed her spell didn't give off any light but he had seen the pink glow. A kind of luminescence that filled the air with soft, pink light. Closing his eyes he thought back to that time. All that power and energy flowing through him. He felt like a god. Like a true god of ancient myths. A smile crept onto his face as he imagined the prettiest girls in school all around him looking at him with lust as he passed. He saw the bullies cowering at his magnificence and sheer dominance. He saw Stephany looking so pretty and bashful as he walked towards her and held her close before kissing her hard. Her small feminine hands on his chest as they kissed and he felt her arousal growing under her skirt press against his thigh as they continued to make out.
Jacob's eyes snapped open and he sat up suddenly breathing ragged and supporting a painful erection. Had he? No, he hadn't. He didn't... Jacob moaned and rubbed his face. Then the knock of his mother at the door to his room.
