And so here is another chapter for the story y'all love :) Thank you for all of the sweet comments from the previous chapter! I'm glad to be back.

Fang POV

"Nicholas!"

"Grandma happy birthday." I said with as much enthusiasm as I get out. I wrapped my free arm around her to give her a hug. In my other arm was her birthday present from me. I handed it to her without saying anything.

As soon as she unwrapped the dark blue almost black wrapping paper she squealed, "Oh Nicholas I love it!". I silently watched as she place the #1 Grandma mug in the china cabinet along with the 5 others I had gotten her in the previous years.

I walked to the massive dining table and took my usual seat near the bathroom.

I quietly listened in on Mom and Dad's conversation as Nudge and Angel were giving Grandma their presents.

"When are you going to tell her?!" I heard Mom fiercely whisper to Dad.

"Never. Not even if my life depends on it." Dad answered in a hushed voice.

What the hell were they talking about? I wondered.

Mom looked like she was going to tell Dad something but then Grandma, Angel, and Nudge took their seats at the table.

Right as Grandma sat down her butler came over and started pouring wine into the adults glasses.

"How's school kids?" Grandma asked as she took a sip from her wine glass.

"Mom please. It's your birthday we should be talking about you." Dad said with love in his voice and eyes.

Nudge didn't wait for Grandma's answer before she started talking again. "It is soooooooo cool! The school is so big and there are so many different kinds of kids there. We've become friends with triplets named Iggy, Gazzy, and Max. They have the biggest house I've seen and we spent the night there the other day. Their neighbor is one of the meanest girls in school. Fortunately Max knows how to stand up for herself and keep her ground. Her brother Gazzy showed me how to make smoke bombs the other day and Iggy is in the hospital right now. He was just diagnosed with eye cancer and now he's blind which is really sad. But then we ate a bunch of gummy worms and everyone started to feel better. We invited Max here but she said she didn't want to go."

"No! She lied! She didn't want to go because you freaked her out by talking about Itex." I suddenly said defensively.

Dad slowly turned toward Nudge just as I realized what I had just done.

"You did what?" Dad said seething with anger and a pause in between each word.

"It was an accident!" Nudge choked out. "We all know what happens when I talk a lot. Sometimes I end up blurting things out and then-"

Dad stopped her by slamming his hand onto the wooden table. He stood up knocking the chair over.

"Do you have any idea what you just did?!" He shouted with force.

All of the girls had a terrified look on their face. Especially Nudge.

"I-I-I-I forgot." Nudge said trembling.

"Oh you forgot! Like that time you forgot not to talk about your wings in front of your friends in Colorado. You didn't even stop yourself when you showed them! Or how about that time you flew to school and let people see you while we lived in Wyoming?! What about that? How about when you went out on Halloween with your wings out in Maine? What if someone realized that it wasn't a costume. And finally releasing top secret Itex information at a school assembly for the beginning of the year in California? When is this going to stop?"

Dad took a breath. Before he could go on Grandma stepped in.

"James she's just a child! She doesn't know better!"

"Damn right she doesn't." he responded.

"Honey maybe you should go out and get some fresh air." Mom said as she put her hand on his shoulder.

"Maybe you should stop wasting our money on hair dye to cover up the gray roots because it's not working!" Dad snapped as he stormed out of the room.

Mom quickly hurried in the direction of the guest room and the silent Angel led Grandma to her bedroom. Nudge followed behind them.

Now it was just me, a table full of food, and the butler.

"Mr. Walker," he said in his deep voice, "this might be a bad time but would you like any chicken."

I was about to tell him to can it but then I quickly replied with a "yes". In seconds I had a beautiful chicken breast sitting on my plate. I started to cut it when I heard the front door slam. I panicked and dropped my utensils and hurried toward where Mom had gone.

I knocked on the guest bedroom door and heard a muffled "Who is it?"

"Fang."

The door opened and I saw my mother standing there with tears in her eyes. She pulled me into a hug and I wrapped my arms around her shaking body.

I quietly told her that it was going to be okay. She let go and made her way to the couch and took a seat. Like any good son, I did the same and grabbed her hand.

"Why do you let him do that to you? Bully you." I ask.

"He's just mad right now. He'll be fine in a bit."

"No. He always does this and you never stand up for yourself."

"You try standing up to him." she countered.

Good point I thought.

Dad has had anger issues for as long as I can remember. When we were little he would scream at us if we did something wrong. Even at the littlest things such as screaming in the house or dropping a glass plate. Surprisingly Angel and I don't do that. When I get angry I bottle it inside of me. When Angel gets angry she separates herself from the situation. We don't know how Nudge is with anger because she hardly gets angry.

"Go check on Grandma and your sisters." Mom said breaking the comforting silence.

I didn't say anything as I walked out of the room. I quietly tip-toed out of the room, past dad angrily chewing on a slab of chicken in the dining room, and down the hall toward Grandma's room. I started to turn the handle when I felt something like a needle poke my right leg. I looked down and saw Lobster, Grandma's gray tabby, clawing at my leg hair.

"Quit it!" I whispered loudly. Unfortunately that made him sink his claws into my skin. I bit the inside of my mouth to keep from screaming. Then I proceeded to to lightly kicking him and shooing him off before I entered the room.

"Hello?" I called out as I shut the bedroom door.

There was no answer.

I stood in the middle of the room and did a 360. Everything looked untouched.

Then I heard giggling in the bathroom. I made my way toward the doors and threw them open. There I saw all three girls painting each others nails.

They quickly looked up, startled that I had interrupted their girl session, then went back to painting.

"Can we help you dear?" Grandma asked in her old woman voice.

"Uhh... I was just checking to see if y'all were okay."

Angel, who had been quiet at the table stood up almost knocking over a mint green nail polish bottle, and said "We're fine. Now hurry on and don't let the door hit you on the way out.

I felt Nudge and Angel's hands in my back as they pushed me out and slammed the door behind me.

Okay then I thought.

Just then Lobster appeared out of nowhere and started using his tail to tickle my legs as he weaved in between them. I crouched down to rub his head when I saw a folded up paper on the ground. I reached over and picked it up.

As I started to unfold it the bathroom door slowly creaked open. I quickly shoved the paper in my pocket and slouched on the ground next to Lobster. Nudge slipped out of the bathroom with her nails wet judging by how she was holding them in the air with her fingers spread apart.

"What do you think Dad is going to do?" Nudge asked with fear in her voice.

"I don't know. The worst he would do is make us move again but I doubt he will do that. It was just the word Itex. He'll probably just give you a warning and more lessons on how to keep your mouth shut."

Nudge nodded in response.

"All of those other times were accidents." Nudge blurted. "You do know that right?"

"Yes I know. You just need to work on not talking so much."

"That probably won't ever happen." Nudge answered as a joke but I didn't take it as one.

"Well then if you don't we're going to have to keep moving every time you blurt something out!" I said loudly suddenly angry.

Nudge looked like she wanted to shrink into a ball but I wasn't done yet.

"Did you ever think how it feels for the rest of us? Angel and I. How do you think I feel when I finally make a friend after three months in a new school and then you run your fat mouth and then we're moving! How would you feel? You're so selfish sometimes! You never think about the rest of the family at all! If police find out about us then that's it. We'll be taken away from our family and friends and probably experimented on or locked up. Try thinking about someone other than yourself for once."

Bottle it up. Bottle it up. I told myself. Keep your feelings inside. Don't let anyone know that you're angry.

I stood up letting Lobster fall from my lap to the white carpet. I then proceeded to practically stomping out and making my way to the kitchen, forgetting Dad was there too. As I walked in I thought Thank goodness Max didn't come.

I took a seat along the island and grabbed the pot of mashed potatoes. Carefully, I scooped out a giant blob of potatoes with the spoon and started eating in. Then dad walked in and said the two words I wished I would never have to hear again.

We're moving.

More next week!

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