Secrets (Secrets Book #1)

The Confession

"So let me get this straight, I'm supposed to help you?" I ask in disbelief.

"Well yes," Darian said.

"Let's just say for a second that I was a witch, why don't you just go get another one, why me?"

"Tempest, witches are a very rare and valuable spieces. Most witches don't even know they are witches unless someone tells them,"

"Why don't there parents tell them?" I asked.

"Most witches are killed a few years after the birth of their children in hopes that witch craft will eventaully die out."

"My mother was killed in a car accident," I managed to get out through the lump in my throat. Even before they said it I knew what they were going to say.

"She was killed by a hunter, I'm sorry." Coraline said giving me a look full of regret. No, it was a lie. Everything that came out of their mouths were lies.

"Your a liar, my mother was killed in a car accident! You're all liars!" I shouted while pointing my finger at them.

"Tempest just relax and we'll exp-" Coraline said. I jumped up and ran out of the room into the hall.

"Should I go get her?" I heard Jagger ask.

"Just let her deal with this,"

I continued running until I came out of the other end of the forest onto the regular street. I had to tell someone. What would I say? Some vampires kidnapped me and told me I was a witch. Yea, let's see how long it takes for me to get sent to the nut house after that.

I made my way home in total shock. A witch. I guess I've always known I was something, but never a witch. The more I thought about all they told me the more it made sense, and the more I wanted to know. What was I supposed to help them with? How was I supposed to help them? And more importantly why did people want to get rid if witch craft? We weren't doing anything.

Carter called multiple times today but I didn't answer any of them. Instead I stayed in bed thinking. All these thought raced through my mind. It was 2 a.m now and dad had been asleep for hours already, we didn't even talk when he got home. Did he know how mom died? Why would he keep it a secret? I had to have these questions answered before anything else.

I crept out of bed and into dads room where he was snoring. "Daddy," I whispered and he was awake.

"Tempest?" He questioned as I sat down on the edge of his bed.

"Daddy if I ask you something will you be completely honest?"

"Tempest it's 2 in the morning what are yo-"

"How did mom really die?" Tears built up in my eyes.

"Tempest she died in a car accident," He turned on the bedside lamp and saw my tear streaked face, his eyes softened. "Oh monkey, I didn't plan for you to find out this way."

"How did she die?" I managed to get through my thick throat.

"We believe she was murdered," He looked away with his own tears threatening to escape.

"You believe? As in you don't know?" I squeaked out.

"We never found her body or any remains, but we found some blood in the dirt a little ways from here and it matched your mothers," He broke off into a sob. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but you have no idea how hard it would have been for me to tell you at such a young age that your mom was murdered."

We both mourned the loss of mom together. I couldn't blame him, being left alone to raise his daughter by himself. I understood now the reasons why he drank.

We stayed in the same bed all night, him apologizing for keeping this a secret and me saying it was okay.