I had been staying with Avery for a few days, my parents kept calling and texting. I said I was fine each time and that I just needed a break for a while.
I was preparing myself for rejection. I was scared. Avery was one thing, and I don’t think my parents would care what they were but they would care about the vampire aspect of both of us.
I didn’t want them to think of my secrecy as support towards monsters, if you hurt and killed people you were a monster but I and Avery weren’t monsters. We hadn’t done anything to anyone.
I hung up the phone for probably the twentieth time in three days. Avery was there beside me in a flash. They placed a hand on my shoulder.
My parents had just told me they had discovered a vampire cult living outside Marksville that they wanted help hunting. I wanted to bring Avery along to introduce them to each other.
Till Avery, I had never questioned who I liked, not publicly anyway, but Avery didn’t stand out as either gender so my parents would probably have questions.
“You sure you want to do this?” Avery questions.
“They have to meet you eventually,” I avoid. “They’ll find out eventually if I don’t tell them what we are. They’ll see my speed or think too deeply into why I don’t go outside during the day that much. If I’m going to be rejected I might as well get it over with.”
“What matters is your happiness, right?” they reply.
“Exactly,” I answer.
My happiness might seem evil and life-threatening to them though.