Silver {FIN}

{45} This is War

I sometimes thought I could have the perfect family. I didn't care if my dad screamed at my mom for no apparent reason because I was a kid. I wondered why he did it because I didn't like when someone screamed at me. But it looked like my dad liked screaming at my mom. I didn't understand. When I turned twelve, I finally spoke. I asked why did he screamed at mommy.

The only answer he gave me was a pat on the shoulder and a kiss on the forehead. When I turned thirteen, my dad pushed my mom on the wall and her forehead was bleeding. I gasped, and they both looked at me with wide eyes. My mom put her hand out and the door shut. I heard their yells, glass falling, ripping and tearing, the things I shouldn't hear. The things a thirteen year old shouldn't hear. As years passed, my parents or I bring it up. I thought it would keep the family together if I didn't say anything. I thought I could have the perfect family. 

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My head was popping with questions. How could my mom be an angel? Does that mean I'm an angel too? But Mr. Naz is an angel and he doesn't drink blood or have black eyes. Plus, he has wings and I don't. My eyes widen and I stared at my mom with pure shock. This is crazy. First, I have two people inside of me, I drink blood, I might be a angel, and I like a boy who is in the bad side. Fuck my life.

'Do you still like him?' Edgar asked.

I shook my head. 'Not the time, Edgar.'

I watched as my mom cried silently. Who would want their own mother to cry? I wanted to scream, curse, punch something because this whole time I was a freak. The whole time, my mom knew something that was so big and she kept it away from me for many years. But I couldn't blame her. She's my mom, and I kept a secret away from her.

"Mom," I whispered. She coughed, sobbing loudly. "It's okay. I love you."

Her tears stopped and she looked up quickly, black make up smeared on her cheeks. My dad sighed and grabbed my mom on her arm, pulling her up.

"Tell him!" My dad screamed.

My mom yelped. "Chase's mom and I are angels. We are soliders for God. We weren't supoosed to mate with other supernaturals but we did." She looked at someone and I turned around to see Mr. Naz with blood on his forehead and his back filled with blood. "When Mr. Naz came, I thought he would be able to tell you about your gift. It's not our job, but we're different."

Mr. Naz was thrown next to me and he groaned. He looked at me with bright blue eyes and I stared pity at him. My mom and Mr. Naz worked for God, a so called person, who tried to tell me the truth. But they couldn't because it's not their job. My dad pulled her head back and she whimpered.

"Talk faster. We don't have all day," he hissed.

"I saw your father craved the S on your chest."

My heart stopped beating. I didn't want to hear about the S on the left side of my chest. I didnt know why he put it there but later on, I thought it meant S for Slayer. The worst part about the S was knowning that you rmother saw your dad crave a S on your chest. Like I said, fuck my life.

I cleared my thoart and narrowed my eyes at my mom. "So, what am I?"

My mom gave me a warm smile and closed her eyes. She fell like a rag doll and her smile was still on her face.

"What the hell?" I yelled.

I felt myself pull back and saw Edgar and Lochlan staring at me. I nodded towards Edgar and he grinned, throwing his cigraette. He went inside but then stopped. He looked back at me and grabbed my arm, pulling me inside. I gasped and looked around to find my sense are different. When my eyes locked on Lupo, I snarled and talcked him to the ground. My back twitched and cracked, splitting open. I opened my mouth to show my razor sharp teeth and for a second, Lupo was actually scared. He opened his mouth when I was pulled back and slammed to the ground.

I quickly got up and tackled Denis who was holding Chase. I grabbed his hair, reveal his neck more. I bit down hard, drinking some of his blood. I couldn't believe I liked this guy. I thought he would make me different. He pushed me away and growled. I arched my back and gasped, looking into the eyes of Serge, Vincent, and Clayton. Their eyes were black but they couldn't move. 

'Silver.'

I turned around and crawled quickly towards them, cutting the silver off of them. We stood up and saw my dad, my granddad, Denis, Lupo, and Brendan standing in a group with my dad, my granddad, and Lupo in front.

I looked over my shoulder to see Chase with his eyes black and black wings behind his back, Serge, Vincent, Clayton with black eyes and their teeth gritted, and Mr. Naz with his bright blue eyes and some blood on his clothes. They weren't just misfits because of what they are, they were my pack, my friends. My friends who would be in a war instead of doing their own business, my friends helping a freak like me. I looked at my mom who was on the floor with blood coming out of her mouth. This wasn't for me. This for her, and only her.

"We just want to be free!"