Charmed: The Brothers Path

Chapter 14. Chris. Someone's keeping things.

I wake up, the open window lets the wind go in, the weather of a storm coming soon all over the city. I just lay in my bed, looking at the roof painted with a red/pink color, with some griefs on it made by all the events that happened up in the attic over the years. I take my cell phone and stare at the screen, expecting somebody to call with something to do, it couldn't be Amy, she is out of the city today in a short family trip and it couldn't be Andrew since he helps on a hospital on thursdays and my other friends hardly talk to me since I don't spend a lot of time with them, so it would be a boring day but closer to the limit day I would be able to keep the search for the person or demon who is after us.

I stand up, I wear a white shirt and some green shorts I found in the dark when I came to sleep too tired to even turn on the lights, dinner had been intense confronting Kate after discovering she is our relative, our mom's aunt, who had gotten younger somehow.

I go out of my room and straight to the Kitchen, Kate is there eating breakfast with my parents sitting on a chair in front of the entry, she wears a yellow shirt with some jeans and white heels, non of them talk and the room has less light than usual since the day is cloudy and no sun light enters by the window. I stare at them in the entry, nobody notices I am standing there, I don't know if I should go in or wait till Kate is done and out, avoiding any problems that could rise from her, she seems mysteryous and rebel, of course she is rebel, she left her family.

I turn back, decided to go up to my room again but Kate notices my prescence.

"Chris" I turn back again, she is smiling "Come have breakfast with us" she waves at me and I wave back entering the kitchen. I stare at my parents, expecting them to tell me if it is a good idea or not, but of course they wouldn't tell me to go out.

Mom had prepared hotcakes and put them in a casserole so that we could grab some. I get a fork and a plate and get a hotcake, I look for the honey and the butter but they are already on the table. I sit next to Kate, the only chair left. I get the honey and spread it on my food, and then the butter. Dad had already finished and put his plate on the dishwasher. Mom finishes next doing exactly the same things and they both leave the room. Perfect, what I needed less, a moment alone with her, it was so uncomfortable, neither my parens or my brother knew what to tell her, why would I?

"These are delicious" Kate says breaking the silence. She had ate half of the hotcake she has.

"My mother has that touch" I answer.

"I see, she really does love how to cook huh?" She implies "I remember her when she was a little kid 'Can I cook with you mommy?' She always liked it" she glances at me but I don't glance back, I stare at my plate. It is weird to hear her talk about her memories about my mother, did she ever miss her family? How did she survive by herself?

"At what age did you left?" I directly ask.

"Curious?" She smiles "I left when I was 20, your mom had already started Elementary School"

"How did you make it this far all by yourself?" I would have a lot of questions to ask but I wasn't going to make them all today, just the most important ones, the questions that had the whole family intrigued.

"I had some contacts, they all helped me a lot" she states. Contacts at that young age? Who was she? If she was 20 when she left, she must have been studying.

"You already had contacts at that age?" I claim.

"I was really social" social? With who? Older people? She must have known just school friends, there was something she was keeping to herself.

She finishes her food, stands up and puts the plate on the dishwasher, then walks to the freezer, gets the bottle of milk and a glass, serving herself, I had expected her to expect us to serve her everything.

"And how did you get young again?" I stare at her, waiting for a concrete answer since it has something to do with magic, and that was the reason why she ran away, expecting a different life than her sister's, who according to my calculations had died a little later after Kate - in that time, Amelia - left, escaping from the same fate.

"Somebody owed me some favors" she answers, putting the milk back in the freezer.

"Who?" I ask.

She glances at me "You ask a lot of things Chris!" she claims "That doesn't matter anymore, and won't ever matter, I will be gone soon again" she finishes her milk and walks out of the room, leaving an aroma of a good perfume, leaving the glass on the table.

I put my plate on the dishwasher like everyone else. Was it me or had Kate stormed out of the kitchen tormented by the questions I asked? Why was she so angry? What was she keeping?

I hear the front door open, I wait some seconds expecting somebody to talk.

"Hey" I hear Wyatt saying.

"Hi" Kate answers.

"Did you have breakfast already?"

"Yes, it was an interesting breakfast"

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing" she says with a bitchy tone.

"There's a party tomorrow at a friend's house, do you want to go? It'll be fun"

"I don't know, I'm not in that mood"

"That's why you should go"

"I'll think about it" I hear one of them going upstairs.

Kate is going to attend that party tomorrow, I thought I could enjoy that party, I thought I could do something to relax, but that party is going to be as uncomfortable as staying home.