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They had chosen a Tv show instead of a movie, and they picked Sons of Anarchy. Apparently, Addison was a huge fan.

After the first episode, my heart went out to Jax in a really big way. After three episodes, I was hooked. Gemma and her fierceness. Clay, who seemed like a serious A-hole. Tig, who was Clay’s man servant. Opie, and his broken family. And, have I mentioned how hot Jax is?

The guys were into all the explosions and gunfire. I was into it because I fell in love with the characters.

After two and a half hours, Julian stood up and yawned.

“I’m headed home,” Julian said. “Damien, are you coming, or, are you staying here?”

Damien put his hands into the couch cushions and pushed himself to his feet.

“I’m going with you,” Damien replied to Julian. He then looked to me, and asked, “Where’s your phone?”

“On my dresser,” I answered.

“Right,” he muttered, and walked out of the living room. I heard his feet as he thundered up the stairs. I assumed he was going to do something with my phone, probably put his phone number into my contacts. I was fine with him messing with my phone.

Addison and Abel stood up from the floor.

“We’re going,” the twins said at the same time.

I stood with them.

No way was I doing this movie night thing with just Dash. I wasn’t ready for that closeness.

“I have to get something out of the Rover,” I told them as I ran from the room. I sprinted up the stairs, passing Damien on his way down. When I got to my room, I grabbed my keys off of the top of the dresser and ran back down the stairs.

Headlights lit up the way as I walked to my Rover. I grabbed the box out of the way back and ran back to the house.

With everyone else besides Dash leaving, I was going to bed. With my tattered box. And, hopefully Binx.

My tattered box. A box full of shit I wasn’t entirely sure I needed to look through. But, I was going to look through it because it held secrets my mother had kept hidden from me and I wanted to know everything. I’m sure I would change my mind tomorrow and not want to know any of it. But, this wasn’t tomorrow, it was today, and today I wanted to know.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

I left my door cracked an inch in hopes of Binx maybe wandering in to sleep with me, and made my way towards the bed. I tossed the box on top of my new bed. It hit the bed and the contents spewed out all over my new black and yellow comforter.

I stepped closer, drawn to the pictures and pieces of paper that had spilled out of the box.

There were more pieces of paper than there

were pictures.

Letters. There were lots of letters.

The pictures were great, but it was the letters that told the real story.

I grabbed one at random and unfolded it.

I started to read.

My dearest Vivian,

She’s my daughter. Not yours. She belongs with me. I grow tired of hunting you down with my magic so I can send you these letters. Yet, you’ve done something to make it so I can’t actually find where you are. Since you don’t have magic, you must be working with an extremely powerful witch.

Did you tell them why? Did you tell them about her? You better not have.

You should really consider giving her to me now because I will eventually find you and I can promise you that when I do, you aren’t going to like how it ends for you.