He Calls Me Ice Princess

Chapter 14- Explaination

“This is Tristan. Tristan, this is my dad and mom,” I introduced them, moving so I was standing somewhat in front of him.

Dad assessed him for a minute and then his eyes went wide with realization. I froze, uh oh; he knew Tristan was from the other Streak. I guess it wasn’t that hard to figure out, but it still wasn’t good that he knew. Suddenly he had Tristan pressed against the house, his hands on his shoulders. “What are you doing with my daughter?”

“Dad, let go of him!” I screamed, trying to pull him off. Thankfully he let go of Tristan, but pulled me behind him. I looked over at Tristan to make sure he was okay. He didn’t seem to be hurt or even surprised. “I’m sorry.”          

He nodded at me once, his expression guarded. “It’s alright; I’ve had worse.”

“What is going on?” Mom asked, sounding calm in comparison to my father. I pushed past him and stood in front of Tristan again, taking his hand in mine.

Then I looked up at my parents. “Can we talk inside? It’s kind of a long story.”

“I’m not allowing him inside my house,” Dad refused, sounding outraged. That earned him a glare from me.

Mom sighed. “Gary, come on. She is our daughter; we need to hear her out.” Dad begrudgingly agreed and we walked into the living room where Tally was watching television while texting.

“Tally, go up to your room now,” Dad commanded. She turned to us with a pout on her face, but when she saw Tristan it turned into an evil smile.

Tally looked him over. “Who are you?”

“He’s Tristan,” I told her shortly. “Now scram.”

Mom gave me a warning look. “Riley, I think you are in enough trouble as it is. Do you really want to make this worse?”

“Sorry,” I mumbled. Tally gave us all suspicious looks before slowly making her way upstairs and into her bedroom. I knew she would eavesdrop as soon as we were too distracted to notice her.

Dad turned to us once she was gone and demanded, “Now talk.”

“Tristan and I are mates,” I blurted. I was planning to say more, but Dad interrupted me before I could.

“You’re what?” He exclaimed and Mom put a hand on his arm, probably trying to calm him down.

I gulped and continued, “You heard me; we’re mates. And Tristan needs help-” This time it was Tristan that interrupted me. 

“You’re going to tell them? I told you not to tell anyone,” He grumbled. I gave him an apologetic smile, but didn’t back down.

“I’m sorry, but it’s the only way I can help you,” I told him before turning to my parents. “His dad and his Streak were abusing him. I can’t let him go back there, please.”

Dad looked over us, accusation clear on his face. “How do you know he’s not lying to you? Maybe he’s a spy.”

“He’s not! Can you show them?” I asked Tristan quietly. He closed his eyes and blew out a breath through his mouth. Then he opened his eyes and nodded. He pulled off his jacket and I heard Mom gasp.

Dad walked over and studied them while I kept my arms locked around Tristan’s waist, making sure he wasn’t going to freak out. All I knew was that if I was in his position, I would not be nearly as calm right now.

When he was sure they were real, Dad stepped back and Tristan put his jacket back on, covering all his injuries. Dad seemed a lot calmer now and Mom rolled her eyes at him. “Of course we’ll help him. We can’t let anyone get hurt like that.”