Finding Tristan ✓

19: Bloody Tragedy

WARNING: This chapter contains a very violent scene. You have the option to skip it, but it is a very important part of the story. Do not say that I didn't warn you though.

"Fear is the main source of superstition, and one of the main sources of cruelty. To conquer fear is the beginning of wisdom."

Kylie

I stood still by the dining table as my parents and little sister Anna ate lunch. I shouted their names, not earning a single response from them. They continued to laugh and chat, as if I did not exist in their time. Anna was just a toddler, she was clapping her hands together as Linda sat her down on her lap. I even walked up to them and waved my hand in front of their faces.

My dad suddenly paused and downed his iced coffee before shouting my name. The ten year old version of me came running down the stairs wearing a small yellow dress. My light brown hair was tied up into pigtails on the sides of my head. I glanced down at her as she practically passed through me. The present me was currently playing as the ghostly figure in the house.

Am I dead?

"The Hamilton's are back in town honey, and they want to stay at our house for a while until they can find their own place."

"Robert, I don't think that's a good idea for our kids. We can't keep this house forever, and it will be hard to move away if they keep making friends, especially with Kylie."

"Linda, I know that our oldest daughter is smart. She will learn how to deal with it over time. She's a strong girl honey," My dad turned to little old me,"Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

"Yeah daddy! I can be big and strong about it like you!" She stabbed her fork into the diced meats and plopped them into her mouth. My dad reached over to ruffle her hair and smiled.

"That's my girl! The Hamilton's have a son so you can play with him while your mother takes care of Anna." I rose an eyebrow in pure confusion and turned to face my mom. She looked like she was about to choke on her lasagna.

"Linda, get your mind out of the gutter!" My dad laughed and my mom scowled.

"I wasn't thinking like that Robert! Don't you have any idea how much older he is than Kylie?!" She exclaimed and stood up in her seat, carrying Anna in her arms. "Something could go wrong and what if he falls in lo-"

My dad cut her off.

"The Hamilton's son would know much better than that. Honey, Kylie is only ten years old, and she's still growing up. I don't think that would be even possible for him to develop feelings for her in that short amount of time; with Kylie at such a very young age. It can get very dangerous, but you need to have trust in that family. They are very sensible of things you know, and they always take precaution; which is smart." The little girl in pigtails let out a burp once she was finished eating her lunch. She giggled and wiped her mouth with a napkin before taking her dish to the sink.

"Maybe you are right. I could be over thinking things again." Linda sighed and went outside to take Anna out to the porch for fresh air. My dad went ahead and washed all of the dishes in the sink. Little me helped him dry them off and put them away.

The door bell rang and he immediately wiped his hands on his pants. I assumed that he left to go answer the door, but the bell continued to ring. A sharp pain shot through my head and I let out a hiss. And that was when I awoke from my sleep. That dream had brought me many new questions that I couldn't find the answers to, and it bothered me so much.

I rubbed the sleep away from my eyes. Tristan had been awake way before me because he was fully ready to stand up and stretch. He had went to go answer the door, and there was a split moment of silence before I heard him laughing with several people.