Chapter 0003

Christina POV

After a few moments of silence, we arrived at a small house in the middle of a forest. Once Becca parked, I left the car and stared at the house but that’s the least of my worries.

I look behind me and see Becca and Melissa talking so I walk up to Dad who's looking at the house inquisitively.

“Are you sure we can trust those two...” I look at them smiling at each other before I turn back to my dad and continue whispering.

“They are a bit weird,” I said.

“They’re your sisters' love,” Dad says. He places his hand on his brown hair and scratches it. He’s taller than me so I don’t get to see the exact spot he’s scratching. Or maybe I’m the short one that makes him look tall. He’s about 5 '11 whilst I’m 5' 6 so I won’t call myself short but I’m not tall either.

Coincidentally my so-called sisters look to be about the same height as me but Becca looks a few inches taller...perhaps 5 '7. They both have brown hair and brown eyes just like me but I have white strands on mine. I tend to dye it once in a while, but right now it’s dyed completely brown.

“Who's the older one?” I asked looking at them.

“Becca.” He says while looking at them before looking back at me.

“Why did you not tell me about any of this?” I turn my head and glare at my dad.

“What part exactly?” He asked and started walking towards the house and I followed him behind.

“Maybe the part where you had two other kids without informing me?” I folded my hands as we entered the house.

Becca and Melissa had opened it and entered before us.

It’s a bungalow with couches, a tv on the left side, and a dining table on the right side. Behind that is the kitchen and I’m assuming the door that’s next to it leads to the rooms In the house. Everything’s all grayish, it looks very old.

“They're not my children,” Dad says while looking at the place.

“What do you mean?” I asked but he ignored me and walked up to Melissa and Becca who were still chattering about something.

“How did you find us?” Dad asks them.

I lean against the wall and observe what is going on while trying to ignore the fact that my mother is dead. The shock still hasn’t settled in because I am more immersed in what is going on rather than mourning.

“Dad had told us about you two,” Becca said and pointed at me for emphasis.

They had said I’m their half-sister, so whoever Becca just called dad is my real dad, or are we half-sisters from the mom's side? I don’t know what is going on but whatever is the truth I truly hope my dad Peter is my real dad and not some man that abandoned me.

“Where’s this place?” I asked, placing my hands on my hips.

“Dad told us about it. He said he knew something like this would happen one day. It’s just a safe house” Melissa says as if I’m meant to understand.

“I didn’t expect John to tell you two about Christina let alone the plan B house,” Dad says then looks at me and so do my two sisters.

“About me?” I ask with confusion prominent on my face. How does this John guy know who I am and what

What the hell does Dad mean by plan B house? And is John Becca and Melissa’s dad?

“I know you have a lot of questions, and I promise I’ll answer them all when we know we’re safe enough to discuss it all.” He says.

“Hold on, I’ll be back,” Melissa says and walks outside the door. I peeked and saw that she was going to the car's trunk.

I look back at Becca and my dad and they seem to be having their conversation. I realize that I’m slowly going insane.

“-Trust me, Dad only told us about you guys because he found out that Sandra and her witches located the girl with the white strands of hair descriptions. He only told us because we’re the only gammas he could trust to find her without talking to anyone about it.” Becca says and shrugs. I didn’t hear the beginning of the conversation because I was focused on what Melissa was doing.

“You do realize if anyone finds out that you are not following through with the plan of taking Christina to the Alpha king but instead protecting her, you’d be dead, and so would Melissa.” Dad raises a brow at her and she smiles and raises both brows. My apparent sisters are gorgeous and insane.

Gamma? Sandra..? AlphaKing? What is all this?

“What’s life without a little bit of fun?” She says and Dad chuckles.

The stuff they're saying only confuses me more and I don’t know whether to be frustrated or annoyed that no one is explaining anything to me.

“Can somebody please tell me what’s going on? My mother just died!” I scream and Melissa rushes back inside holding an opened bag full of clothes and what I believe to be food.

“For crying out loud...talk to me,” I say so quietly I don’t even hear myself.

“I’m sorry about your mom but you need to stay quiet-” Melissa said but I tuned her out and leaned back against the wall. I drag my back against it hoping to feel some kind of friction of pain but it’s so smooth that I end up sitting on the floor. I pull my knees to my chest and I don’t even notice the fresh tears that have been pouring since the former ones had dried.

I start to sob and slowly place my head on my knees.

I felt a hand on my back and I already knew it was dad. I pull my head up a bit and notice that he’s now sitting close to me. I look to my left and so is Melissa. Becca is right in front of me. They all circled me.

“I'm so sorry about Mary. You know I loved her as much as you did. She was the best mother to you and the best wife to me. But I need you to be strong right now.” Dad says with a small smile on his lips yet I can still see how broken he looks in his eyes.

“Ask and we’ll tell you,” Becca says assuringly.

I ignore her and look at my father whom I’ve known for my entire 17 years of living—well— soon to be 18 years.

“Are you my dad?” I ask a question I never knew I’d ever ask in my life.

Dad blinks like he never expected to hear this out of my mouth and looks at Melissa and Becca as if he’s waiting for some kind of signal to respond but before he gets to say anything, I recall what he had turned into while my mother was dead on the floor.

I stood up and walked slowly away from them. I look at the three of them.

“Are you guys even human?” I asked shaking my head and continuing to walk backward.

“Christina, relax. We’d never hurt you.” Becca says calmly like she knew this would happen.

I laugh.

“You didn’t answer the question.” Just as I say this, the window glass breaks and spreads in all directions. And that’s all it takes before we start to hear gunshots.

“We need to leave now!” Melissa yells and grabs my arm. They’ve found us.