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Cult...

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None other, he stares at me. I had to ask him that question, because how can I trust him? He could be one of those vampire's and he just wants my necklace, since he was staring at it, like it was calling out to him. He has those nice green eyes that call out my attention, and he's paler than me by somewhat a little. It's not worth losing the hope, about the necklace.

"Don't you understand me? I'm trying to help, not take..." He says in anger.

"I'm just checking, you could be lying to me that you are one of them." He chuckles and then sighs afterwards.

"Lying? I'm trying to help. Look, I know this is a shock to you, but I assure you I am not one of them." I nod in agreeance and put my head down. I need to ask him a question about my dad.

"Um, my dad, was he in some kind of, cult?" He turns his head to me, and just blinks, then turns his head away. He nods.

I knew it from the beginning, I knew it all. My dad tells me everything. From work, from his friends, and from his fights and talks he had between him and mom. But since dad passed away, and mom left, I haven't been able to spill my thought's to anyone anymore. My Aunt doesn't listen to me, what so ever. She's drunk 24/7, and the only thing I do is stay locked up in my room everyday. But what am I supposed to do about it...

"Your dad used to be involved with vampire's. He wanted to give them that necklace, but the second he realized that he was giving the necklace to the wrong people, he regretted it at that moment. They forced him to give it to them, but he backed away, never agreed to their bet, and never saw them again. They threatened him, saying that they would kill him, and wish he was dead for not agreeing."

"They got what they wanted. Death." He raised his eyebrows and bows down his head.

"There's a whole group after you. Mostly there "leader" that they call him, want it," He says.

"Then that means they can be anywhere," I say in shock and fear.

"Precisely," He says awkwardly. We stay in silence for a while, forgetting we still had school.

"Shit. Did you hear the bell ring at all?" He looks at me, then looks at the clock at the back wall of the cheer room.

"Not at all," He says, and fiddles around with his hands.

I had a sharp feeling in my stomach, like something turning my stomach upside down...

The bell finally rang, while me and Alex got up from the ground, grabbed our bags, and headed out.

We both finally had the rest of our classes, nothing surprising in them eventually.

Alex walked me home safely, as we waved goodbye, and left eachother's sight. I heard my Aunt fiddling in one of the draws for something, while I place my bag infront of the stairs and walk towards the kitchen.

"I'm home!" I hollered. I see her struggling to get something out of the back of a drawer, while I peeked to see what messages were on my phone. I see a piece of paper fall out of my pocket and stare at it.

"How was school?" I hear my Aunt say from her struggling tone.

"Goo-," I cut off half of what I said and stare at the paper that surprisingly fell. I bend down and grab it. I turn it over and see there's a phone number on it.

"558-448-6607, Alex" I chuckle and put it back in my pocket.

"Clever Alex," I say and giggle under my breath.

"What's that you put in your pocket there?" I look up and see my Aunt staring at me, opening a liquor bottle. I now know what she was struggling for...a bottle opener.

"Just a random piece of paper that I found from school, nothing important." I look at her, and smell liquor, as she opens it.

"That's good." I open my mouth, then close it,"Have something to say there Sienna?" I lift my head and see her staring at me, her head cocked to the side, waiting for a response.

Did you know anything that my dad might of done badly before passing away?" She looks at me and giggles.

"Like what?" She looks away for a second, then back at me.

"Like some kind of cult?" I say, while still observing the liquor on the kitchen counter.

"Sienna, are you kidding me?! A cult?! What kind of question is that?!" She hollers at me, and slams her hands on the counter.

"It's a serious question! Why can't you just tell me?!" I say screaming at her, my whole body shaking.

"Because there is no such thing as a cult your father was in! Get over him Sienna, he's dead!" I look at her, my eyes start to water. I rub my eyes, and run up the stairs to my room. She calls my name, but I don't listen and slam my bedroom door.

I slide down to the ground, my back touching the door, sobbing and crying. I don't understand why she would say that to me. Does she not know what I've been through? Does she not know I'm in serious danger? Of course she doesn't, no one knows. Spilling my thought's out loud won't help. Nothing will. Even if I tried talking to someone...they wouldn't listen...

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