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Catch the Wind

Axelle is seventeen, but her parents still haven't told her their secret. When a new kid shows up at school, Axelle can't help but find him interesting. When all the pieces of the puzzle fall into place, Axelle has some big choices to make. Part three to the Twist of Fate series!

Like I have said many times before, I am totally addicted to this story. This story is entirely in Axelle's POV, for those of you that didn't know. I have this one planned out almost all the way... and let me tell ya, there are some HUGE twists :D But that's just how it works with me :)

7. Connections

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A few hours (and kisses) later, Jack and I made our way back to his car. We had talked about virtually everything on the planet. He tossed the backpack in the trunk and hopped in.

“What did you think?” asked Jack as he started the car.

“That was so amazing. I am really glad that you took me there. It's so beautiful and secluded. I can't believe people don't go there more often.” First Beach had made quite the impression on me. It had become one of my favorite places almost instantly.

“I'm glad you like it,” he beamed. He took my hand.

“When can we go again?” I asked.

“We can go whenever you want to. Just say the word,” he smiled.

“Yay!” I giggled. I was that happiest I had been in quite some time.

When we got to my house, Jack got out and walked me to the door. The sun was setting. It looked strange from behind the clouds. We stood on the porch. He grabbed my hands.

“I had a really nice time today,” I said. It was hard not to laugh at such a cliché saying.

“Me too. I'm glad you agreed to come. At first, I didn't know if you were going to say yes,” he admitted.

“Oh, why?”

“I figured you didn't date. That's the only reason I could think of for why an amazing person like you didn't have a boyfriend yet.” He smiled, it made me heart flutter.

We kissed goodbye, and I could have sworn I floated inside. It was the best weekend in the history of weekends.

My mom and dad were sitting on the couch. My mom was trying to calm my dad down. He looked very upset. My heart started to beat into overdrive. Something big was going to happen, I knew it. I wasn't looking forward to it.

“Axelle, can you sit down please?” asked my mom. I sat in the chair across from the couch.

“What's wrong?” I asked.

My dad took a deep breath and spoke. “You know we love you, right? You know that we would do anything to keep you safe, right?”

“Yes,” I replied. My voice shook. I didn't know what they were getting at.

“You have noticed that we are not... normal. We know that,” said my mom. Now, I knew what they were getting at.

I pulled my legs up and hugged them, resting my chin on my knees. “The rest of the family is not normal either, are they?”

“No, they are not,” said my dad, finally getting himself under control.

“Well, if you're not normal, what are you?” I'd always known they were strange, but I didn't think that was what they were talking about.

My mom took a deep breath and said, “vampires.”

My heart stopped. “Please tell me you are joking,” I whispered. My voice was so close to breaking.

“I'm sorry, but we're not,” replied my mom, shaking her head. It was insane, impossible. Vampires didn't exist. On the other hand, there was something definitely... not human about my family.

I stood up. “I need to go.” I needed air. My parents could eat me if they wanted to, and I had been totally oblivious for almost eighteen years.

My dad started to get up, but my mom stopped him. “we're here for your questions,” she murmured.

I nodded, and almost sprinted out the door. I needed to cry, something I never, ever did. The rain was pouring down, drenching me in only a second. I flung open my car door, got in, and screeched away from the house. My hands were shaking so badly a few minutes later, I had to pull over.

My parents had lied to me for my entire life. They killed people, and had acted like everything was normal. My uncle, my best friend, had betrayed me. A torrent of tears ran down my face. I felt like such an outsider. I put my head against the steering wheel and closed my eyes.

I heard a vehicle skid to a stop. Someone knocked at my window, but I didn't acknowledge them. The door opened.

“Axelle?” said a very anxious voice. It was Jack. When I didn't answer, he lifted me off of the seat, got in, and set me on his lap. He closed the door.

I buried my face into his shoulder. He stroked my hair from the top of my head to my lower back. He didn't ask any questions.

When I ran out of tears, I pulled my head away from his shoulder. He took my face in his hands.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Would you like me to drive you home?” He sounded worried, but very in control.

“No!” I exclaimed. I was surprised at the firm edge in my voice.

“Oh,” he murmured, obviously understanding why I was so distraught. If I didn't want to go home, there must be something wrong in the family. He knew how close I was to them, and he knew what kind of event would have to happen for me to stay away from my house.

I felt a buzzing in my pocket. It was my cell phone.

“Hello?” I croaked.

“Axy, can I talk to you?” It was Uncle Emmett.

“You've had years to talk to me. Quite frankly, I'm not really in the mood to talk to you right now,” I snarled. I was never mean to Uncle Emmett, it was a first for me.

“I understand. I'm guessing you don't want to go home tonight. Either of your homes...” He sounded so hurt.

“You'd be guessing right,” I answered curtly.

“Do you have a place to go?” he asked.

I leaned into Jack, resting my head against his chest.

“Yes, I do have a place.” I snapped the phone shut and heaved a massive sigh.

“Need a place to crash for the night?” asked Jack.

“That would be lovely,” I whispered. I was so tired. Anger and fighting always took it out of me.

“I'll call the step-dad and have him bring home my bike.”

I climbed off of his lap and into the passenger seat. One short phone call later, Jack was driving me to his house.

“Are you sure I'm not a burden? You don't have to take me in if it's too much trouble,” I said. I didn't want to be rude.

“Don't be crazy. Of course you can stay at my house. I don't mind,” he smiled. He took my hand and kissed it.

I heard the growl of Jack's motorcycle and was surprised. Jack's step-dad was fast.

When he pulled into the driveway, he switched off the car and leaned in to give me a kiss. Moments later, a man was holding the door open. I pulled away from Jack, and the man helped me out of the car.

“Hi, I'm Jack's step-dad. You can call me Jake,” he said. Jack was right. Jake didn't look more than twenty-five.

“I'm Axelle,” I replied.

I heard him gasp quietly, but I chose to ignore it. Jack came around the car and took my arm. He led me into his house. Jake followed.

The front door opened onto a living room and kitchen. Both rooms were furnished expensively.

“My bedroom is down the hall. You can sleep in my bed, I'll sleep on the couch,” said Jack.

“Oh, I'll sleep on the couch. I like couches,” I insisted. I didn't want to kick him out of his own bed. It was nice enough that he was letting me stay over.

“Alright. Wait here, I'll go get you some clothes to sleep in and some blankets,” Jack said. He hurried down the hall. I took a seat on one of the couches.

I heard Jake in the kitchen, talking on the phone. He sounded nervous.

“Bella, your daughter is spending the night on my couch,” said Jake.

He paused for her response. “Oh, that makes sense! I'll keep her here safely until she decides to go home.” Another pause. “I know that. I'll look after him too. No night romps around the sheets, I'll make sure!”

Jake knew my mom, knew my family. There was more to him that it seemed on the outside. Nobody knew my family. I was going to get to the bottom of it, that much I knew.