Pick Back Up Again

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"Who are you and why are you wearing those ridiculous clothes?" she questioned her 'family.' If this was her family then she was the Queen of the United States. As if.

"Listen, dear-" her 'mother' was quickly cut off.

"Don't call me dear just explain to me what happened. Where am I? Who are you?" she asked frantically, not leaving room for answers. Her mind drifted and wondered how much trouble she would be in if these were her real parents.

"You are at our safe house and, as we've told you, we are you're real family," her 'father' replied.

Alex turned to her brother. He was the only one who looked somewhat normal.

"Joshie?" she whispered.

Her brother nodded, "Yeah; it's me,"

She jumped up and hugged him tight. His voice was so familiar. So normal.

"Dear?" her mother questioned, arms outstretched.

Alex leaped into her mothers' arms then to her fathers. Quickly her mind caught up with her and she pulled back suddenly.

"Wait. You said safe house, why did you say safe house?"

"I suppose you should just tell her now, sweetheart, you know her impatience," her father said to her mother, rubbing her arm comfortingly.

"Listen closely, child, for I hate telling this story; before your father and I met, I was in quite a bit of trouble with some... supernatural forces. I ran, oh how I ran, but everywhere I turned they were there. I turned to my uncle.

He told me to start a new life. So I traveled, trying to find the right man to hide under. That's when your father and I met. We ran into trouble along the way but we survived. And now, dear, that trouble has caught up with us. Right now we're in our safe house but the protection won't last long."

"What do we do?" Alex questioned slightly knowing and nervous.

"That's where you come in," her father told her.