Innocence

Chapter Three- Secrets

Sorry I haven't updated in like, forever but I had a serious case of readers block. I think I'm okay now. Before you get to reading, I want to say thanks for the views and this chapter is unedited.

"Are you okay?" I asked. He snapped out of his shock and picked up the fork and spoon from the floor.

"Sorry," He stood up with plate in hand, "But I'm sort of tired from work and should probably get some sleep." He glanced at mom for a moment. "Goodnight."

I just stared at him. That was very strange. Penny and I looked at each other, then mom. She knew what was wrong. Was it about Vince? Dad seemed like he knew him or the name. "Mom?"

She snapped her head towards me. There was a nervous look in her eyes. My mom was never nervous. I was deeply confused.

"Mom. What's wrong?" Her green gaze remained on me for
a moment longer before turning to Penny. Penny took a slow bite of her food.

"Penny," She started, "It was nice having you over but I think it's time to go." Penny nodded and muttered a goodbye before leaving. Seriously, what is going on? Why are my parents acting so weird? "Why don't you two go up to your rooms. I got the plates."

Carter dashed upstairs while I took my time. Hesitant with every step. When I made it to my bedroom door, my dad opened his and stepped out. We looked at each other for the longest time before he dropped his head and went downstairs. I need to find out what's going on.

Stepping into my room and shutting the door behind me, I pretended to be doing nothing. I waited for the right moment before slowly creaking open the door and moving towards the stairs. I stepped down a little and listened in.

"...and we have to protect our kids. Bryce already knows and we agreed that he would be the only one. We don't know if Eris can keep it a secret." They don't trust me?

"I know sweetie but it's them or at least it might be. You rember the type of people they are. Vicious. They're animals and to protect our daughter, we need to tell her." Dad explained. Why aren't they saying who it is? "Plus, she's more vulnerable if she doesn't know."

I stood up and walked back to my room. Were my parents in a gang or something? What are they keeping from me? Wait...Bryce knows? I eyed the phone on my bed. I can't call him. This feels like an 'In Person' type of thing. He'll be here next week.

I shut my door and sat on my comforter. I really need to figure this out. I doubt they'll tell me because my mom is pretty good at getting her way.

Falling back on my bed, I fell asleep from the extreme thinking. (Yes that's possible.)

***

I shot up. Morning. Wednesday morning. My head turned towards my phone and I turned it on. Oh shit I'm late!

My clothes from yesterday were still on and I cursed. I need to change. I stood up from my bed and checked my closet. Choosing a baby blue V-neck, I looked inside my dresser. A pair of sweatpants wouldn't hurt. I put on some Vans, my dark hoodie, and combed my fingers through my bedhead hair. Here we go.