Embodiment of perfection

Part 9

A few more weeks had now past and my life was almost normal again but not a day went by that I didn’t still think about Jackson. I can’t tell you how many times I listened to hello by Adele the first week after I deleted his number. I was much better now but there was still a part of me that felt that he might be in trouble or worse. And that part of me was right… one day after school I was walking up to my house and… there he was. Sitting on my front porch. Jackson Dylan Day sitting on my front porch. He looked like he was in a back alley, fight or something.  “Jackson? What… Where… Why… How?” I stuttered trying to ask him what had happened to him. I took a deep breath and tried to comprehend what I was seeing. “Oh my god. Are you okay? What happened to you?” I asked Jackson. “Hey babe. Long story.” He said smirking with a cut on his perfectly placed lip. “Come inside, let’s get you cleaned up.” I said opening the door. “it’s a date he said walking inside and gave me a kiss on my cheek.” Of course, I was highly confused, but I was just so happy to see him. “so, are you going to tell me what happened, or do I have to look for the guy?” I said as cleaned the cuts on his lip and his head. “Remember when I left, I said my family had issues?” he asked. “Of course.” I replied. “Well by I didn’t mean the regular issues like with normal families. My family is far from normal. They’re practically inhumane.” He tried to explain. “I don’t understand. Did someone in your family do this to you?” I asked. “Come and sit next me- “, I sat next to him and he continued “My family has been moving all across the world for hundreds of years. My Mother was descendant from a clan of werewolves and my father a descendant from the most powerful vampires in the world. For as long as we have been alive, the humans thought we were just fictional mystical creatures, but we are not. The vampires and the werewolves were rivals, that was until my father fell in love with my mother. Long ago they decided that both of them were going to run away together and so they did. My grandfather, my father’s dad, hated werewolves and nothing could change that so if he had known that my father was with my mother, he would have killed her. So, they did the only thing they could do and that was go on the run. Forever if that meant they could stay together. My father only told one person and that was his eldest brother Nikolaj, my uncle. Months ago, my grandfather was killed by a werewolf from my mother’s clan, but of course my mother had nothing to do with it.  But my uncle Nikolaj didn’t see it that way. He came after my Mother and she was killed along with my baby sister, Avery.