RedVille

Chapter 17.

Tristan's POV

For the first time in forever I have hope. Being friends with those guys makes me so happy, I finally feel like I have a family, they care about me, they're good to me, I'm away from my parents, away from her orders and away from his beating.

I know they seem like good people but they're not.

Every year during the holidays, they make themselves seem like loving parents, but I know what I went through at home.

Home is a hell on Earth for me.

They only cared about me when they need something.

That's all over now, I'm never going back.

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Mickayla's POV

I was shocked to hear what my parents were doing to those vampires. I was so glad Lione and Godric were on this with me.

Last night when we came home and heard about the plan we stayed up until 3:00 am to practice. Even Tristan helped me since he always knew he was a witch and knew how to use magic.

I woke up this morning feeling something I've never felt before I was nervous about the ritual, I had to see the guys too and I still haven't talked to them or seen them, and I still hadn't told them my answer.

I was sitting in the kitchen and sipping on my coffee when I saw Tristan come in.

"Hey." He said and sat down next to me pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"Hey." I replied with a smile.

There was a few minutes of silence between us. We were both tired from staying up all night.

"So, are your parents coming to town anytime soon?" I asked trying to open up a casual conversation. Every time I ask him about his parents he tenses up and changes the subject.

"Um... they're... I don't know." He said and was about to leave the room but I grabbed his arm.

"Why do you always change the subject when I ask you about your parents, did you guys have a fight or something?" I asked not sure what his reaction is going to be.

"It's nothing." He said and went to the stairs. I decided I'm not gonna let him get away with it this time. I followed him upstairs and dragged him into my room.

"Talk to me Tristan, what is going on with you."

"You think my parents are loving people? You think all those bruises I had over the years were from having a fight at school? I don't even know what school is, I don't go to school, I'm homeschooled. My father hits me, he abuses me, and my mom doesn't do anything about it and she only cares about me when she needs something. Do you know how happy I am every time we visit you guys, I can go on for a week without speaking to them." He snapped right to my face.

I didn't know what to say, I was shocked.

"I ran away from home, my parents don't know, they're out of town with their council meetings. I didn't know where to go, I have no friends, I only know you guys so that's why I came here."

"I'm so sorry Tristan, I had no idea." I said and embraced him in a tight hug.

"I'll go in a few days." He said.

"What? No! You're staying here as long as you want, you can even move in if you want to, my parents are hardly home anyways, I'm not letting you go back to that place where they beat you up." He smiled in approval and we talked for two hours about our problems with our parents.

"Hey Mickayla, it's time. " Lione said standing in the doorway of my room. I hadn't noticed that it was 6:38 pm already, I had spent the whole day in my room with Tristan talking, I looked out of the window and saw that the moon was almost full and it was time for the ritual.

I went downstairs and saw all my friends waiting for me. They all greeted me.

"Aiden, you're coming too?" I asked surprised.

"Of course I am." He said.

"Evan?" I was mostly surprised of Evan, he took it harder than anyone else. "You're coming?"

"Yeah, I'm always gonna be there for you, even if it scares the shit out of me." He replied and we all laughed.

I looked at the girls and they looked at me with proud smiles. Jordan was worried that he would turn into full wolf any second. But he was so supportive of me, Lione and Godric were also giving me proud smiles but I could feel that they were as nervous as I was. I hugged them all for supporting me.

I felt like it was my wedding day or something, or that I was going to a war and I was gonna die.

But even if I wasn't going to a war, there was still a possibility that I could die if anything went wrong.