The Truth Lies Beneath Your Eyes

“Open the door, you’re presents from me are on the couch,” Ms. Alexander says. Amethyst runs inside and we follow close behind. Oh shit, He thought. On the couch were two things, A new electric guitar, and Amethyst’s father

  “That’s your dad Amethyst, he called and said he was flying in and wanted to see how you had grown, I thought it’d be a fun surprise along with the guitar,” Ms. Alexander beamed. Alias knew the look that washed over Amethyst’s face. A mix of anger mixed with terror that turned in to more anger when her father looked at her and said,

  “Daddy’s little girl”. She squeezed her eyes shut. Alias knew that meant her eyes were flashing. “Mom this is great!!!” She faked joy and enthusiasm flawlessly. She glanced over toward Christophe, Alex and I. We all nodded in unison to a shared thought, you aren’t being left alone with him.

  “Hey mom? Me and Sunny didn’t get to hang out yet so can the guys and I all go hang out with her in the tree house?” She asks innocently.

  “Oh sure! Just be back in time for dinner kids”, she smiles. And with that all four of us are out the door and In the tree house.

  “What are we going to do?” Alex says. Amethyst shrugs,

  “You guys, I know this doesn’t sound like a very normal thing for me to say but…there’s nothing we can do,” she sighs.

  “What are you talking about?” I half growl.

  “He’s my…father. My mom let him into our home and I can’t tell her what happened in Romania. She either won’t believe us or he will kill her and if he kills her…” She stops and breathes in deep

  “lets just say that you guy wont be the only ones stuck here,” she says. We sit in silence for a moment before Alex chimes in,

  “What are we supposed to tell Sunny?” She stares at him,

  “She will know when she needs to.”