Chapter 3

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As I drove my black Range Rover down the woodsy paths of Washington I thought of where I should go. I had always liked the heat so with that in mind I decided to go to California. 

I wasn't exactly rich but I wasn't middle class either. My parents had left me with quiet a bit of money considering my mom was a vampire but since I just turned 18 I haven't gotten it all yet. 

It was weird now, the thought that my dad wasn't even a vampire. I wondered how old my mom really was when they met, or how he reacted when he found out. I thought about what they would think of what I had done and what I was doing now.

There were still so many questions I had about my parents but I doubt I'd ever have the guts to ask anyone. I just couldn't look at my aunt the same anymore. I always thought she was my savor but now I feel as if she's just been lying to me my whole life. She knew what I was doing was wrong yet she still let me believe it was right. 

When my eyes started to get heavy I decided to stop at a Motel I spotted along the way. It seemed run down but still cozy. After driving for so long I figured I probably needed a good shower, so I stripped off my clothes and took a steamy hot shower.

I got out and wrapped myself in a towel deciding on what pj's to choose. I finally picked my fuzzy blue shorts with a white undershirt. 

As I was putting my clothes on I heard my phone ring. 

I looked at the screen and saw I had 14 missed called and 21 texts. All from Kayden. 

All I send back was "The coven's yours, I can't do this anymore."

My heart felt as if I was dying. It all came crashing down at once, the thought of never seeing everyone again, not being there for them or knowing how their lives turned out , it was all too much. The last time I saw them we had been on a hunt, that wasn't exactly the way I wanted to remember them now considering my predicament.

I suddenly wished I had let Kayden speak when I called him, even a "hi" anything just so I could have that memory. But I knew talking to him would only make it worse, and truthfully I was afraid he'd persuade me to come back.

My phone rang that whole night, and as it rang I let the sadness from today's events take over. 

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