Alone

Chapter 4

When I got home, my dad ran up to me and asked for my forgiveness, again.

"Please forgive me. You know I didn't mean to. It's hard for me because I have been calling you Katerina since you were born. If you forgive me, I will try my hardest not to call you Katerina. From now on, I will call you Palo!"

"I forgive you. I have a lot of homework tonight and by the way dad, my name isn't Palo, its Paloria."

I walked past him, to my bedroom. Right as I stepped through the door to my room, it shut. I jumped back and hit the side of my bed.

"Is everything okay in there?" My dad called worriedly.

"Yes, everything's fine, dad."

I shouted back through gritted teeth. Standing right in front of me, was that boy I saw jumping over the fence.

"Do you have a name, mysterious boy?" I whispered to him.

"I should be asking you the same thing, but I already know your name."

His voice was like soft music in the background.

"Forgive me Katerina, but why should I tell you my name? You have been following me since lunch time; you tried to break into my property and now you are in my space!"

I could tell he was getting angry.

"Look, I'm sorry that you feel like I'm in your space, but I'm trying to figure out why no one likes you. Is that a problem?"

I was also getting angry.

"I'm surprised. You didn't react when I called you Katerina. I know a lot about you. First, why don't you drink some cool aid?"

He threw the bottle at me, but gently.

"Go ahead drink, you must be very thirsty. Second, why do you hate Ava so much?"

I could tell he was teasing me, but how did he know my mother's name?

"How do you know my mother's name?" I questioned him.

"No, no, no. You need to answer my question first. Why do you hate your mother?"

"I hate her because, she lied to my father."

I was now furious.

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"What did she lie about? Did she lie about her being a vampire, or about his daughter?"

He was making me look like a fool.

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"What do you mean, 'about his daughter'?"

I was really confused now.

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"Oh, you don't know, do you?"

His voice was softer than ever.

"I don't know what?"

I could tell he felt bad for me. I just had to figure out why.

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"I, I can't explain it here."

He was talking quickly now.

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"What do you mean you ca-."

The last thing I remember, is him punching me in the face.