moonlight secrets by Caitlin Keeton aka Gaara (great reads txt) 📖

something rude about my friends or father.
“SHUT UP!!!” I screamed. My mother jumped back shocked at my out burst and she wasn’t the only one who was shocked. I was too never had I dared scream at my mom my father had forbid it. He had told me I could rebel a little but not to yell at my mother. And I had done the one thing he had told me not to do. But soon the guilt was replaced by an anger I had never felt before in my life. It was black and ugly as if it had been there all along and was just now making its way up. I made all the effort I could to push it down I hated the way it felt to be angry cause it made me feel useless because what can you do with anger? I knew who I needed to see the one person who could calm me down and that would be my father. I pushed myself past my mother and ran out the door. My father was a ten minute walk from here so before I knew it I was standing on his wooden porch hesitating. What would he think of me? But despite that I knew I needed to look into those calm soothing black eyes that stared into your soul. I knocked the door only to see a blonde answer. Her eyes were light blue and held a gentle sweet look, she had light blonde hair with golden specks and she was short and fragile looking. She was beautiful. Her eyes widddend.
“You must be hunters daughter!” I grinned.
“How did you know?” She smiled.
“Because you have that beautiful long raven hair.”
“Oh. Who are you?”
“Ummm well I’m a friend of your fathers.” she said looking guilty I smirked. Yea sure she was but I was happy for him he needed someone.
“Its ok if your more then a friend to him you know its about time you know.” she breathed in relief.
“he was going to tell you but he was worried that you would be angry.” I shook my head and went over to her and hugged her.
“of course I wouldn’t! who could when you look so sweet and shy.” she blushed. Just then the door opened.
“Lauran! I got the carrots so you can make you vegt-” my father stopped in his tracks when he saw me his eyes widened.
“Your busted Mr.” I said trying to sound mad but then I giggled ruining the effect. My fathers shoulders relaxed relieved that I wasn’t mad at him and then grinned.
“I see you meet Lauran.” I nodded
“Yea we were just talking about you.” I smirked and she laughed.
“I see what you mean hunter when you said she looks like a little imp I knew it was her when I opened the door. Those shining eyes!” I blushed people had always said my eyes made me look like I was up to something. My father walked over and gave me a hug.
“I like you hair my little imp and the tattoo I’m guessing your mom didn’t like it.” at the mention of my mom I felt the guilt all over again.
“she was mad cause I was gone all night so she didn’t say anything about it yet and called my friend heathen and I”
“yelled at her” he finished. I looked down at my feet my father hugged me closer.
“We all lose our tempers you know you did wrong so now it is time we move on” I nodded still looking down at my feet. I was quickly cheered up when we had started eating dinner. We exchanged stories about me and the times I had gotten in trouble which had taken up most of the dinner my father could have told them all night! Laurens favorite one was the one where I had put a fire crackers down the toilet in the girls bathroom in seventh grade. She was very interested in Adam and scar who had been my accomplices in all my little adventures. I also found out that Lauran was an artist and had just moved into town from new York city to get away from all the noise and that she had a three year old son who’s father lived in California.
“He isn’t ever around so little Tristan is often lonely.” I could tell she adored her son and my dad. I decided that I liked her a lot she was sweet, funny, caring and beautiful. I told my father that while he was making his famous home made hot chocolate.
“I’m glad you like her. She was worried you wouldn’t.” I smiled.
“But that’s impossible!” I said shocked. He laughed.
“That is what I said.” We stood in a content silence for awhile. Him probley thinking about her and me thinking about how I had woken up this morning not remembering anything and how different I looked. I had used to be tan but now I was really pale. I knew my father had to have noticed but he said nothing instead he had made the night relaxing and calm. I found myself wondering how my mother could have left someone like this for someone like my step father who didn’t have anything good looking about him. My father was not only sweet and understanding of the world but he was handsome. My dad was full Native American so his skin was tan but not in that overly tan sense, he had long black hair that went to his waist which he often put in a braid, his eyes were completely black so that when you looked into them you felt like they were looking into your soul, and he was really tall. When scar and Adam had first meet him they had been intimidated but once my father gave that smile they were won over. I felt sad because I only saw him once every two weeks even though he only lived ten minutes away. It was cause it made me sad. How could my mom have changed from the woman my father had described? To the one who claimed snakes were evil and so was my father. My mom used to be an adventurer one who had been to places all over the world but now she barley left the house because it was her job to cook and clean the house. It made me sad to look around the very house that the ghost of my mother used to live my father still had the garden my mom had planted in the back yard and the statues of the Greek gods she had abandoned. I had no problem with the god she worshiped I knew that not all Christians were like that there were some who were opened minded but my mom was not one of them and that made me sad. I sighed and my father patted me on the shoulder.
“You are thinking of her.” it was a statement not a question. I looked up into those knowing eyes and nodded.
“I just don’t get how she could leave such an amazing understanding person like you for someone like him. He was even smirking when I was being yelled at he enjoys my misery.” I hadn’t meant to bring this up I knew my father was still hurt but I felt so lost and sad.
“She did what she thought would make her happy Rain.” my father said using the name he had wanted me to be called in the first place. But my mom had wanted to call me winter so they had named me Winter Rain Frost. I deiced to drop the subject and we once again fell into a comfortable silence. It was ruined by the shrill ring of the phone. I groned instantly knowing it would be my mom she always knew how to ruin a perfect moment. I was surprised when I heard my father addressing my brother. My brother hated my father.
“Yes hunter she is here.” he paused.
“Alright ill see you then.” my eyes widened. My father seeing my expression answered the on spoken question.
“he is comeing here to pick you up so im going to make your cup now.” I nodded and sat by the fire place looking into the flames as they swirled around the wood. Why did everything have to be ruined and why couldn’t my father just lie and say that I wasn’t there? It was cause he refused to lie. I heard a knock on the door and then heard my brothers stomping angry no doubt to have to see dad. He stopped in front of me but I made no move I was not going to be forced out of this house without my fathers cup of hot cocoa. We stared challengingly at each other his brown eyes clashed with my fierce green eyes in the end I won the battle and he sat down with a huff ignoring Lauren altogether who unfortunately didn’t ignore him.
“You must be Hunters son he told me you were named after him am I right?” Hunter refused to answer only glared at her.
“Stop being rude!” I snapped at him when I saw her hurt expression but he continued to ignore. My father walked in and handed me my cup.
“So my son I trust you have been well.”
“Do not call me son I am no son of yours!” he sneered I clutched my cup wanting to say something but knew my father wouldn’t want me to interfere. My father as he always does ignored his rudeness.
“And how is your mother?”
“She’s fine.” my father nodded with a sad expression. I finished my cup and hugged my father goodbye. I was then left to walk home with my brother. Although we were twins we looked nothing alike. He had brown hair that was short and neat reminding you of a football players, his eyes a dull brown, he was short and even a little chubby. I on the other hand looked like my father. I had long dark black hair which since this morning had white streaks, I was tall almost six feet but still managed not to look like I was to tall, my legs went on forever, I had long eye lashes, and dark forest green eyes. I looked up at the sky that was now had a shining full moon in the sky showing us the way. I breathed in and smiled night time was my favorite time but when the moon was out it was even more beautiful. So many legends revolved around the moon werewolfs that ran and howled or the vampires that stalked the night. I giggled my mind going back to the house on the hill where it was rumored vampires lived and wondered if maybe they were there watching us.
“Hunter isn’t it beautiful?” I asked trying to make conversation with my brother I should have known better
“No!!!! evil things wander at this time of night how can you think that is beautiful?” I shrugged.
“its not something to fear hunter because without evil what would the good do?” He frowned.
“You make no sense.” I smiled knowing that although he tried hard to hide it he was curious by what I meant.
“The purpose of good is to fight evil and if their was no evil then there would the good things would just be.” I looked up at the sky trying to make sense of the words running through my head trying to understand it myself. My brother snarled.
“You only say that cause you are evil.” I was sick of this always being called that cause I was different.
“Why do you say that