Chapter 0003

Christina POV

After a few moments of silence, we arrived at a small house in the middle of a forest. Once Becca parked, I left the car and stared at the house, but that was the least of my worries.

I looked behind me and saw Becca and Melissa talking, so I walked up to Dad, who was looking at the house inquisitively.

“Are you sure we can trust those two...” I looked at them, smiling at each other, before I turned back to my dad and continued whispering.

“They are a bit weird,” I said.

“They’re your sisters' love,” Dad says. He placed his hands on his brown hair and scratched it. He’s taller than me, so I don’t get to see the exact spot he’s scratching. Or maybe I’m the short one that makes him look tall. He’s about 5 '11, whilst I’m 5' 6, so I won’t call myself short, but I’m not tall either.

Coincidentally, my so-called sisters look to be about the same height as me, but Becca looks a few inches taller...perhaps 5 '7. They both have brown eyes and brown hair, just like me, but I have white streaks on mine. I tend to dye it once in a while, but right now, it’s dyed completely brown.

“Who's the older one?” I asked, looking at them.

“Becca.” He says and looks at them before looking at me.

“Why did you not tell me about any of this?” I turned my head and glared at my dad.

“What part exactly?” He asked and started walking towards the house, and I followed him behind.

“Maybe the part where you had two other kids without informing me?” I folded my hands as we entered the house.

Becca and Melissa had opened it and entered before us.

It’s a bungalow with couches, a tv on the left side, and a dining table on the right side. Behind that is the kitchen, and I’m assuming the door that’s next to it leads to the rooms In the house. Everything is all grayish, it looks very old.

“They're not my children,” Dad says while looking at the place.

“What do you mean?” I asked, but he ignored me and walked up to Melissa and Becca, who were still chattering about something.

“How did you find us?” Dad asks them.

I leaned against the wall and observed what was going on while trying to ignore the fact that my mother was dead. The shock still hasn’t settled in because I am more immersed in what is going on rather than mourning.

“Dad had told us about you two,” Becca said and pointed at me for emphasis.

They had said I’m their half-sister, so whoever Becca just called dad is my real dad, or are we half-sisters from the mom's side? I don’t know what is going on, but whatever the truth is, I truly hope my dad Peter is my real dad and not some man who abandoned me.

“Where’s this place?” I asked, placing my hands on my hips.

“Dad told us about it. He said he knew something like this would happen one day. It’s just a safe house,” Melissa says as if I’m meant to understand.

“I didn’t expect John to tell you two about Christina, let alone the plan B house,” Dad says, then looks at me, and so do my two sisters.

“About me?” I asked with confusion prominent on my face. How does this John guy know who I am, and what the hell does Dad mean by plan B house? And is John Becca and Melissa’s dad?

“I know you have a lot of questions, and I promise I’ll answer them all when we know we’re safe enough to discuss it all.” He says.

“Hold on, I’ll be back,” Melissa says and walks outside the door. I peeked and saw that she was going to the car's trunk.

I looked back at Becca and my dad, and they seemed to be having a conversation. I realize that I’m slowly going insane.

“-Trust me, Dad only told us about you guys because he found out that Sandra and her witches located the girl with the white streaks of hair descriptions. He only told us because we’re the only gammas he could trust to find her without talking to anyone about it.” Becca says and shrugs. I didn’t hear the beginning of the conversation because I was focused on what Melissa was doing.

“You do realize if anyone finds out that you are not following through with the plan of taking Christina to the Alpha king but instead protecting her, you’d be dead, and so would Melissa.” Dad raises a brow at her, and she smiles and raises both brows. My apparent sisters are gorgeous and insane.

Gamma? Sandra..? AlphaKing? What is all this?

“What’s life without a little bit of fun?” She says, and Dad chuckles.

The stuff they were saying only confused me more, and I didn’t know whether to be frustrated or annoyed that no one was explaining anything to me.

“Can somebody please tell me what’s going on? My mother just died!” I screamed, and Melissa rushed back inside, holding an opened bag full of clothes and what I believed to be food.

“For crying out loud...talk to me,” I said so quietly I didn’t even hear myself.

“I’m sorry about your mom, but you need to stay quiet-” Melissa said, but I tuned her out and leaned back against the wall. I dragged my back against it, hoping to feel some kind of friction or pain, but it was so smooth that I ended up sitting on the floor. I pulled my knees to my chest, and I didn’t even notice the fresh tears that had been pouring since the former ones had dried.

I started to sob and slowly placed my head on my knees.

I felt a hand on my back, and I already knew it was Dad. I pulled my head up a bit and noticed that he was now sitting close to me. I looked to my left, and so did Melissa. Becca is right in front of me. They all circled me.

“I'm so sorry about Mary. You know I loved her as much as you did. She was the best mother to you and the best wife to me. But I need you to be strong right now.” Dad says with a small smile on his lips, yet I can still see how broken he looks in his eyes.

“Ask, and we’ll tell you,” Becca says assuringly.

I ignored her and looked at my father, whom I’ve known for my entire 17 years of living—well— soon to be 18 years.

“Are you my dad?” I asked a question I never knew I’d ever ask in my life.

Dad blinks like he never expected to hear this out of my mouth and looks at Melissa and Becca as if he’s waiting for some kind of signal to respond, but before he gets to say anything, I recall what he had turned into while my mother was dead on the floor.

I stood up and walked slowly away from them. I looked at the three of them.

“Are you guys even human?” I asked, shaking my head, and continued to walk backward.

“Christina, relax. We’d never hurt you.” Becca says calmly, like she knew this would happen.

I laughed.

“You didn’t answer the question.” Just as I said this, the window glass breaks and spreads in all directions. And that’s all it took before we started to hear gunshots.

“We need to leave now!” Melissa yells and grabs my arm. They’ve found us.