Chapter 3 the aftermath

I awoke the next morning the sun was shining and Chris was still beside me. Growing up Chris and I had always been close, until he hit 15 and decided girls and football were cool and his sister wasn't... it was good to know push come to shove he was still in my corner. 

"Good morning sis" Chris smiled at me.

"I don't know what's so good about it." I complained. I had a feeling the life I awoke to yesterday was not the one I awoke to today.  

"Can I tell you some stuff? Some I know, some I remember? So think it will help." Chris looked me in the eye, calmly feeling my ability to handle what he was about to tell me. I nodded yes.   " ok; first, I remember the day you came home from the hospital with mom and dad. From day one you were my sister, never did they call you or tell me you were anything different. You were introduced as my baby sister, and for as long as I live that is what you will be, I want that made clear okay?" I nod again. "Second, I kind of remember the place we lived before we moved here, not clearly only litre bits, but I remember the magic...where we lived everyone did magic.. it was a magical community from what I remember and there were witches and warlocks who had all different types of abilities. I tell you this so you know that magic is real. I for example have the ability to freeze things, like I did last night. I know it's not the coolest ability and sometimes I wish I could more things but at least I can do something. Mom can alter and create memories and thoughts... it drains her but that's because a good portion of her magic is devoted to her other ability... she masks you... she has spent the last 12 years masking your scent and power... you were born with so much power that it radiated from you from the day you were born and has only gotten stronger over the years. 

I don't know why they have to hide you, that is something they have to explain; as is why they lied this whole time. I just need you to know that I, we, they are your family and we love you... please don't be too hard on them. I am sure they had good reasons. Let them try to explain and help you. Believe me you will need help with controlling your powers as they come forth. I am here and will help where I can but I am only 17 and have a lot to learn too." Chris's voice broke a this and I flung myself into his arms and gave him a hug.

"Chris, I love you and you will always be my brother.... I love them too, but I don't know how I feel past that.. I am hurt and confused. I don't know who I am... I will try though... but no promises okay... I will try." I got up out of bed and although my head felt a bit heavy, it was only a pinch of what it had been the night before.

Chris left and went to shower. I brushed my teeth and got dressed. I wanted to be filled clothed for any further conversations so if I choose to walk out I could. Finally I decided to get it over with and went downstairs. 

Mom was in the kitchen n cooking and dad was at the table trying to read the paper... at the sound of my footsteps on the stairs they both looked in my direction. 

"Can we talk?" Mom asked. "We just want to explain. " 

I walked into the kitchen and sat down arms crossed.

"Your birth parents names are Victoria and Marcus. Your birth mother is a witch... by now she is the head witch of the coven..., your father is a vampire, but he is not just any vampire he is King of the vampires. Your grandmother on your mother's side was a werewolf and the gene skips a generation. When your birth mother got pregnant with you the seer for told of a prophecy of a tribrid born of a witch and a vampire who would hold the power of all three species. This tribrid would be very powerful and be hunted by many enemies. It is foretold that the tribrid would bring about peace between the species through her kindness and beauty.

Your birth parents were terrified of anyone finding out that you are that tribrid and pleaded for you to be protected. We were to be your godparents even before this was known and we loved you even before you were born. We would never deny your parents as they were our dearest friends and we knew how big the sacrifice was that they were making to protect you. You can be angry at us, we would expect no less, but please understand we love you as our own and want only for you to be safe and happy. Please also know we are here to help you understand and control the many powers you will be gaining over the next year or two. " 

"Are you done?" I snapped. 

"Yes, for now." Mom said. 

"I am going to Ashley's .. I am supposed to spend the night...you know where to find me." I got up and walked out. I knew they weren't aweful, I knew they weren't trying to hurt me... it didn't stop it from hurting.

I walked to Ashley's house, slowly, thinking about my options which were few.... I was a minor, I couldn't live on my own, I didn't know where to look for my birth parents and didn't know if I wanted to meet them.. I know the reasons were good but the hurt was horrible all the same. 

I never felt so betrayed and alone. As I approached Ashley's front door I saw her mom through the front window. She was sitting on the couch crying looking at photo albums.

At least he didn't leave on purpose I thought to myself....he would still be here if he had a say... he didn't hand you off and walk away.

I almost turned around and walked away but just then Ashley opened the front door, "you coming in or what?" She asked anxiously "please? You need to save me from this depressing house." She practically whispered.

"I'm coming," I muttered "but I don't know how much help I will be... may just make things worse."

"As if!" Ashley snorted and turned on her heels leading the way into her house. As I followed I noticed that Ashley smelled like strawberries... she always smelled like strawberries. She had the most beautiful curly raven black hair that was way past her waist and she was so much more developed than me... I envied her curvy body and pretty hazel eyes. I felt plain in comparison. 

I followed Ashley up to her room, once inside she shut the door behind us and turned to look at me. "So what's got you in such a bad mood? You should be over the moon with all the gifts you got last night!"

'My gifts ' I thought , just rendering for the first time since last night that I never opened any of them. They still sat on a table in the living room. With everything that happened I couldn't bring myself to care about them. 

"Well let's just say that finding out that I am adopted put me in a bad mood," I said flatly. "My parents aren't my parents and what's worse, my real parents are alive... they just didn't want me." I started crying like I was the world's biggest baby. 

"Oh my god!" Ashley looked like I had hit her with a baseball bat or something. "It can't be true, your parents had to want you, I am sure of it. That's parents job, to love their kids right? I am sure they didn't have a choice! I am so sorry Amb, but it will be okay I promise!" Ashley ran over and gave me a hug. 

"Ash, I can't even look at them; my mom and dad... I don't know who they even are! I want to run away but I have no where to go." I sobbed "See. not helping, making things worse." I tried to smile, all I managed was a half smirk but Ashley got my point.

"You can't run away, you can't leave me alone! They may not be your real parents but I know they love you... they show it every day. I know you are mad and upset but trust me give it time, give them a chance." Ashley pleaded.

" I will try... not like I have much choice anyway. " I stuck out my bottom lip to emphasize my pout. 

Ashley and I spent the rest of the day binge watching movies and trying to forget how much our lives had changed. 

the next morning I headed home. I knew I couldn't run away from my problems forever and figured now as good a time as any to face them.

"Mom, dad?" I called out as I walked in the house. 

"We are all in the kitchen " Chris yelled back. 

I walked into the kitchen and looked them all sitting at the table. Dad looked like he hadn't slept in days, mom looked like she had been crying again. Chris , well Chris looked like he was the only one holding it together. 

"I am going to try." I said hesitantly. "I am not saying I forgive you for lying to me, but I will try. You have always been kind to me so I have to believe you love me...so I will try to understand and forgive. It's going to take time though."

"We can give you that." Dad said breathing a sigh of relief. "And we do love you, more than life itself. You are our daughter, I only hope with time you will come to see that."

"With time, maybe we will see." I said. 

I left the room and went upstairs to my room.

I knew it was going to take time, but I kept telling myself they loved me and raised me.. if I couldn't trust them who could I trust? I guess time would tell.