Estel and I make it to Dallas, and the plane's changing of altitude doesn't help my stomach or my head. We check into a hotel and decide to walk around the town center.

"Well, if it isn't Michaela Misery." Someone sneers from behind me.

I cringe before I turn and plaster a smile. "Patty-Cake. How's it goin'?"

"You know, I hate that nickname."

"And you obviously don't care if I like mine or not, so why shouldn't I return the courtesy."

"You're still a bitch."

"And I bet you're still the bastard you were back then. Hijo de puta."

"I have a great life."

"I bet you do. Who is this?" pointing at the girl at his side. "Lay number 48, wife number 4 or just your latest try at a conquest?"

The woman looks back and forth between Pat and me.

"Mi loba. Not here." Estel states.

"Madre, un pico. El cabron. Se merece un poco de recompensa."

"Madre? I thought your parents were dead."

"So are yours, but this woman adopted me. Much better than where I was."

"Who would adopt you?" Pat scoffs.

Estel steps out from behind me, and she looks rather scary. Her eyes are now a cognac color rather than the usual chestnut.

"Me. Do you have a problem?"

"Life is grand for me. No complaints here."

"I didn't ask if you had complaints or not. I asked if you have a problem."

I just thought Estel was scary before.

"Sweetheart, how about going shopping for a minute." Estel says to the girl. When she doesn't leave immediately, Estel starts again. "Now! It wasn't a suggestion." The girl is slow. "Today!" and the wind whips a little. The girl goes off then.

"Hey! What's that about? She's with me, not you." Pat protests.

"And does she know about your past?"

Pat smirks. "I have a great past."

"Really?" Estel asks before debris starts moving around.

"Great for you, but was it great for the people you terrorized?"

He says nothing, just grins. "Was it great for the girls you took advantage of?"

He smiles again.

"Was it great for the girls you raped?"

A gasp sounds from the alley, and we look to see that the girl hadn't left.

"Let me guess. He forced himself on you and made you believe it was your fault or that you deserved it or, heaven forbid, that he is the best thing that's come into your life?"

She's mute, but she nods.

"He's not any of those things. He's a bully, an emotional terrorist, and a parasite."

Pat is now turning red.

Estel says something again, and before I can blink, Pat has drawn a gun.

He points the gun between us and the alley.

"You two are real pains in my ass. Now you've caused me to have to work with this one again, or I might be forced to find a replacement. Let's go to the alley."

Estel winks at me before we start walking.

Bang! Bang!

A scream escapes my throat. Looking around, I see no wounds in me or Estel. The girl is nowhere in the alley.

"What the hell?"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Fuck," he yells.

"Did you run out of bullets?" Estel laughs.

Pat looks between us, the bullets laying on the ground, and his gun.

The energy shifts again.

"You see, you messed with the wrong bitches. I found Mick here and helped her unlock her potential. You know witches. They are real. But no one will believe a crazed manic like you."

Sirens can be heard in the distance.

Pat seems like he is trying to turn, but his body won't cooperate.

When I look at Estel she has a malicious grin on her face.

"Let me reiterate. You messed with the wrong bitches. Maybe next time, you'll think twice before you mess with someone. Now the police are going to show up. Arrest you for a very badly attempted murder. Scream and shout all you want about how magic stopped the bullets. They won't believe you."

"Mi loba. Go get the bullets and chuck them into the walls around up."

"Can she do that?" Pat gasps, pointing at me.

I giggle and walk over to the bullets. Bending down to pick them up, I purposefully face away from Pat.

"Oh, Pat, that was me saying to kiss my ass. You puta madre. Your day has come."

Picking the bullet up on the rim of the bullet, I concentrate on it and the wall next to Estel. The bullet is thrown at the wall, and to my surprise it actually nicked it some.

Estel pipes up. "Now think about the bullet going into the wall. But quickly, the police will be here soon."

I do as she instructs and think about the bullets going into the wall and the concrete and various other objects around us. To my surprise, all the bullets lodge in them at different angles.

Now for the finishing touch.

Estel chants something, and a few minor wounds appear on our body.

"Brilliant madre."

The police finally arrive, and it takes flipping forever for them to finish their reports.

Pat starts whining about magic and witches and evidence

"Sir, we don't know what is going on with this man. Apparently he was in a foster home with my now adopted daughter. She always spurned his advances, and I guess it made him bitter. I brought her back here to meet with lawyers about her deceased parents' estates. We were just out on a walk before we met with the lawyer when we ran into this guy. He just went crazy saying all kinds of things about girls wanting him and that Mick should have wanted him to and that even though he really tried to get her to comply she just refused. That asshole is the reason my daughter ran away and chose to live in the streets. I'm just thankful I was visiting this wonderful state when I ran into her. She is the daughter I could never have."

An EMT comes over looking at her wounds. "It's only superficial wounds. We don't need medical attention."

Estel turns, who seems to be the main policeman. "What will I need to do? Or is that all?"

"Would your daughter like to press charges?" The policeman asks.

"No, she doesn't want to press charges. We're moving out of the country in about two weeks and won't be available for an in depth trial. We can sign papers whatever you need."

I can type up a report and then mail it to you." He answers.

"Yes, good. Yes I can give you a PO Box where you can send any paperwork to. Do you have something I can write on. I will just save us both the trouble and give you the address now."

"That works just fine, ma'am."

Estel smiles at the officer. "Great, have a nice day."

After Estel got done with these policemen, I wasn't sure who was more entranced with her, me or the policeman.

We walk away, and I refrain from saying anything until I can't be heard.

"Estel you didn't tell the whole truth." I say.

"And the Divine Couple will forgive me. The Universe is on your side, mi nina. You couldn't stay here long enough to see him on trial." Estel answers.

"I don't know, that might be interesting to see. We could finally find more females he's violated and taken advantage of."

"And I agree, but the rebellion waits for no one. I'll make sure Pat serves jail time. We'll even try to figure something out to let others know where he is and that it would be a good idea for them to go after him as a group. But we can't stay to do that."

"I know. But I can't thank you enough for that. It's like another door of my past has closed."

We stop and Estel beckons me to sit on the park bench.

"He tried to rape you, didn't he?" Estel asks.

My breath stops, as does my heart.

"How did you know?" I ask.

"What you said to the girl who was hiding in the alley. Only someone with intimate knowledge of how Pat thinks could have known those things. Why didn't you tell me?"

"It ... it's not something I talk about. I was so scared. He cornered me in an alley outside the foster home one night. He kept making crude comments about me and how well I've developed. He got me in the corner—trapped. And ... he .... Well..." I take a large breath and swallow to try and moisten my throat.

"He started running his free hand up my leg, but I had jeans on." I laugh even then, I didn't like skirts, but I was glad I didn't have one, especially on that night. "When he was done rubbing his hand on the outside of my jeans, he started running his hand up inside my shirt. I kept begging him to stop, and he would just laugh and tell me to relax because I would enjoy it. Something within me started boiling. My body felt like it was really heating up. I shoved all of that energy into my right leg and kneed him good in the balls. He crumbled into a heap and did...well, whatever guys do when that happens. I didn't wait around to see what he was going to do next. I booked it out of that alley. I went into the room I stayed in with the other girls, got my backpack I had hidden, and ran away from that home. It was the best plan I could come up with to keep myself from being violated by that vile guy. And on top of that, my foster father wasn't much better. He would get drunk and comment on how well-developed certain girls were, while his wife just sat there and acted indifferent to his comments. For whatever reason. Beats me why the woman would stay with him, but to each their own, as they say."

Estel has tears in her eyes now. "You should have told me. That's a lot to keep bottled up. No wonder you can become a Texas twister."

"Is that a joke?"

"Maybe, although you would more than likely be a Texas earthquake, Tally would be the twister."

We laugh and get up from the park bench. What an unusual day this has turned out to be. I wonder what tomorrow holds for me. Maybe an end to everything in Texas. Then I can go visit my parents, say goodbye and leave Texas forever. Some of my past will be just that, in my past. Although I'm not sure at this point if I will ever forget, my hope is that I'm able to be able to deal with the emotions easier from this day forward.

We make it to the lawyers the next day with a surprise waiting on us.

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[A/N]

Madre, un poco.[Spanish] Mother, a little.

4. Cabrón

While the literal translation of 'cabrón' is a male goat, its slang meaning is somewhat ruder. It generally translates to 'asshole', 'fucker' or 'bitch'. It's an offensive term and the type of word that shouldn't be said in front of children. On the flip side, it can also be used in a positive way to say you're 'really fucking good at something', for example, 'Soy bien cabrón cantando' would mean, 'I'm fucking good at singing'.

Mexican swear words:

Se merece un poco de recompensa. [Spanish] - He deserves a little pay back.

6. Hijo de puta

Meaning: Son of a b*tchThe word 'hijo' means son, and 'puta' means b*itch. It's obviously a common swear word we use in English, and like our language, it can be used to refer to someone or to express one's frustration. Similar to 'Mierda'.

Another common way to use this is to express how surprised you are, such as when you hear the surprising news -- good or bad.

Who better to explain this swear word than the star of the hit show, Narcos?