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"Don't be mad Mel," Wyatt said hugging me, "I'm sorry."

Pulling away from the hug I glared angrily at him and turned away. Wyatt and Chris had just told me how they had tricked me when we were at school. It made me feel worse then when I thought they didn't trust me.

"Bambi," Chris said standing in front of me, "Can you really blame us for being concerned about you? You just got out of a relationship where you were in love with a demon that tried to kill you and you just got a new power."

I started to pout when I realized that he was right. I wanted to be mad at the two of them, but they were just trying to watch after me. Looking up at Chris I saw the bruise forming on his jaw.

"I'm sorry Kit," I said hugging him tightly.

"It's alright," Chris said kissing my forehead, "Just glad you didn't use all your force."

"She didn't use all her force with you?" Wyatt asked slowly.

"I love you?" I said blushing.

Wyatt shook his head before smirking. My eyes went wide when I saw him take a step toward me. With a shriek I took off running through the house as Wyatt started to chase me.

Running into the kitchen I hid behind Dad and hoped Wyatt wouldn't try to get me. Wyatt froze when he saw that I was behind Dad. Looking over Dad's shoulder I poked out my tongue at Wyatt.

Wyatt gave me another smirk before stepping around Dad and picking me up. Screaming I tried to get him to put me down, but he just laughed at me. Growling I licked his cheek causing him to drop me.

Once I was back on the ground I took off running through the downstairs and upstairs to the attic. Mom and Aunt Paige were bent over the Book of Shadows talking quietly.

"Melinda," Mom said staring at me, "Wyatt."

"Hi Mom," I said waving, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Aunt Paige said closing the book, "What are you doing?"

"Running away from Wyatt," I said before realizing that Wyatt was next to me.

My eyes went to Wyatt before I started to run again. Wyatt started to chance me through the attic until I tripped over the rug. When I hit the floor Wyatt was instantly next to me asking me if I was okay.

"My ankle," I said softly.

"Get your father, Wyatt," Mom said kneeling next to me, "You two should know better then running in the attic."

"I'm sorry Mom," I said sadly.

"It's alright Sweetie," she said kissing my forehead, "But you know that no one is going to heal you, right?"

"Yes," I said nodding.

"Good," she said as Wyatt and Dad walked in.

Dad kneeled next to Mom and gently took my ankle into his hands. It was times like this that I was glad that Dad had been a doctor when he was alive the first time in his own life.

"It's just sprained," Dad said calmly, "Wyatt get me the wrap."

"Sure," Wyatt said not looking at me.

Between both Wyatt and I there was a lot of guilt. Whenever Wyatt, Chris, and I got hurt in someway we always started to few guilty that we didn't save the other. Even if it was just an accident.

When Wyatt came back I stopped Dad from wrapping my ankle so I could hug Wyatt. I didn't want him to feel bad since I was the one that tripped over the rug while running.

"I love you Wy," I said kissing his cheek.

"I love you too Bambi," Wyatt said kissing my forehead, "What time is it?"

"7:15," Dad said wrapping my ankle, "Why?"

"A friend of Wyatt and Melinda is coming over for dinner," Mom said calmly, "I thought I told you."

"You've been up here since you put dinner in the oven, Piper," he said looking at the book, "What did you find?"

"Nothing," Aunt Paige said glaring slightly at Dad, "We're looking at nothing. So who is coming?"

"Dean," I said my eyes wide, "You invited Dean, didn't you?"

"He figured us out," Wyatt said sighing, "He knows that we're witches and I just want to explain everything to us before he decides to kill us."

"Why would he kill us?" Mom asked cocking an eyebrow.

"Because he's only met evil witches," he said helping me up, "And because he's been killing supernatural things for years."

"Go get him," I said rolling my eyes, "We'll figure this all out before anything happens."

"Alright," he said orbing out.

Turning back to Mom, Dad, and Aunt Paige I shook my head before dramatically falling onto the couch. Dad chuckled slightly and said that he'd go get some pain meds for me.

Mom and Aunt Paige went back by the book and started to talk quietly. For the most part Chris, Wyatt, and I handled most of the demon hunting, but there were times that we weren't allowed to help.

I hated those times the most. At least when my brothers and I were fighting I was there to keep an eye over them the best I could. I didn't feel useless as I sat there waiting to see if everyone would come back unhurt.

"Why don't you head downstairs Mel?" Mom said softly, "It will take you awhile to get there."

"Okay," I said nodding, "What's dinner by the way?"

"Chicken Cabonara," she said smiling.

"Yummy," I said limping down the stairs.

Halfway down the stairs I met Dad. I smiled happily at him and took the meds he was handing me along with a cup of tea. I loved that Dad knew exactly when to treat me like I was his little princess and when not to.

"Come on," Dad said wrapping an arm around my waist to help me, "You can help me set the table."

"Okay," I said letting him help me downstairs.

We went into the kitchen and Dad handed me some plates while he took the silverware. I might have been a teenager, but I loved doing little things like this with Dad or measuring things as Mom cooked.

Chris once compared me to Aunt Paige's daughter Pandora, when she was three. I knew that he was right. But when I asked Aunt Phoebe why I was acted the way I did she just smiled fakely and said that I'll grow out of it when I'm older.

I wanted to know what was going on and why they got quiet when I brought it up, but no one would tell me anything. Thinking about how overprotective my parents, aunts, and uncles were to me I knew they were hiding something from me.

"Chris," I said limping into the living room.

"Hey Bambi," Chris said looking up from his school book, "What happened to your ankle?"

"I tripped while running," I said shrugging.

"How bad?" he asked moving a notebook so I could sit down.

"It just hurts a little," I said sighing, "Dad wrapped it and gave me some pain meds."

"Alright," he said nodding, "What's up?"

"Why do they treat me differently?" I asked biting my lip.

"Who?" he said confused.

"Mom and Dad and Aunt Phoebe and Paige and Uncle Coop and Henry," I said staring at me, "Why do they treat me differently from you and Wyatt?"

"Melinda," he said shaking his head, "It's complicated."

"Then make it simple," I said getting desperate, "Please Kit?"

Chris let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. The look on his face made me think that he was torn between telling me the truth about everything and keeping me in the dark for awhile.

A few moments went by before Chris opened his mouth. He looked around quickly to make sure that no one was around during this. He was about to start talking when the door opened.

"Come to my room later," Chris said before helping me up, "After everyone goes to bed."

"Thank you," I said hugging Chris tightly.

Chris smiled slightly and kissed my forehead. I knew that he still didn't know if he wanted to tell me everything. I hated that I was putting him in this position, but I had to know.

Walking into the hallway I saw Wyatt and Dean standing there and talking to Dad. Dad was talking calmly to Dean while he looked a little freaked out by the whole situation.

"So you fought in World War 2?" Dean asked slowly.

"And died," Dad said smiling, "I was given the gift of being a Whitelighter."

"A Whitelighter?" he said confused.

"An angel of sorts," Dad said laughing, "Dinner is ready kids. Chris help Melinda to the table and Wyatt go get your mother. We'll explain everything soon Dean."