Secrets & Betrayal

Chapter 3~My 17th

After I finished eating my mom's amazing omelets. My dad came through the door and smiles at me. "Happy 17th!" I blush from the embarrassment from my parents and I thank them both. I clean my dish and my parents sit down eat and have coffee. Such a mundane life we live. So normal. I lean against the kitchen counter and look towards my parents. "So what do you want to do today for your birthday?" I think for a minute. I've always wanted to visit a Demi-god camp. "Can we go visit you're old camp,The Demi-god camp?" I ask and put my hands together for some begging. My parents eyes brighten and they smile. They look over at each other and exchange silent words. My father speaks first. "Yes you may, but it's in New York. About a two hour drive." We live in Pennsylvania, well kind of on the edge of it. I smile brightly and jump a little. "Thank you!" I do a little skip over to my dad and hug him then I hug my mom. "When are we leave?" My mom raises an eyebrow at my father and he says,"After we're done eating." I smile evening brighter and I make a little happy noise. "I'll be right back. I need to grab some things."

I hurriedly run up the stairs, skipping a couple steps here and there. I walk down the hall way and I throw open my door. I rush over to my closet and I grab my bag that use for camping and training stuff. I put two extra paints of cloths and a pair of my converse. I grab my training gear and put it in the bag also. I open my dresser and retrieve my spell book and wand. I set those items upon the dresser and I close the dresser door. I slip the my spell book in the side of my back and I close it. I slip the sparkly wand that is as long as a pencil in my combat boots. It's short enough so you can't see it sticking out. I put my blue and purple hair into a normal ponytail and I tighten it. I put the bag over my shoulder and I stop from moving when I hear yelling. My parents never fight. Never.

I curse under my breath when I realize my sword is downstairs in a cabinet. I pull my dagger out of my boot and I size it in my hand. I slowly and silently walk down the steps. As I get closer to the first floor I hear the voices clearly. "WHERE IS SHE?!" A violent scratchy voice says. "We do not know who you're talking about." I calmly here my mother say. How can she be so calm. She's planning. "Leave. We do not welcome you here." My father says in a harsh tone. "YOU BOTH LIE!" The violent being yells. "I CAN SMELL the blood of magic here. Blood of a go-" before I could here anymore I hear a sword slice through the air. The being or creature was talking about me... But why does it want me? I run down the stairs and come face to face with a male centaur. I set my bags down quickly by the stairs. "I was right." Is all the creature says and lunges toward me. I roll out of the beasts way and slice my dagger at his horse body. I go to stab him when he moves and an arm goes around my stomach and pulls me back. I fall to the ground and look up and see my father, Zeke. A hand touches my should and I jump up. My mother is stand, barely, with blood running down her arms and legs. "Mom!" I yell and catch her before she falls. "Mom!" I yell at her, but she seems dizzy and out of place. "Go.. To the camp." She says in barely a whisper. I shake my head no." I'm not leaving you and dad." For some reason I do not feel tears come to my eyes as my mother is bloody and dying in my arms. She smiles and touches my cheek with her hand lightly. "Go." And shuts her eyes slowly, her hand falling off my cheek. "MOM! Mom! Mom...?" I shake and try to wake her up. I slowly set her on the ground and see her hand with a crumpled paper in it. I grab it and I hear my father and the centaur fighting behind us. I open the paper and I see it's the address where the camp is.

I hurriedly get up and I see my father pinned down my the centaur. Zeke looks up at me with years in his eyes and he whispers, "Go." I run and hurriedly pick up my bags by the stairs and I run out the front door. My car is parked out front and I open the door and I throw my bags in the back. I toss my blood dagger on the backseat next to my bags and I get in the driver seat, I shut the door and grab the keys under the seat and I turn on the car. I'm out of the driveway before I know it and I'm off to New York. I look in my rear view mirror to make sure nothing or no one is following me. I slow down to normal speed and I just drive, my hands tighten on my steering wheel, my knuckles turning white because I'm gripping so hard from anger and fear. My parents, are most likely....gone.