As I sat there, thinking I relized how long it had been since I saw Puck. The last time I saw him I told him I was pregnat. Or at least the last time I remembered seeing him. "How could've I forgotten I had a son?" I whispered to myself. I heard the bedroom door open to our room and looked up. "Hey Pho, what's the matter?" Ron asked shutting the door behind him. " I faked a smile and said, "Nothing, everything is..." I stopped right there. I knew everything was not alright. I covered my face with my hands and began to cry. Ron rushed over and wrapped his arms around me. "Pho, Pho! Our kids are back, and happy! It's okay you don't have to cry anymore! It's okay!" I shook my head. "No, no Ron! That isn't what I'm talking about!" He looked over his shoulder at the door. Nik and Charlie were standing there.

"Guys, right now isn't the best time to bug us." Ron said with a hint of rudeness in his voice. "No, Ron. If I'm going to tell this story at all. I want to tell all of you at the same time." I motined for the kids to come sit on the bed. Nik and Charlie looked at each other, shrugged, and sat down at the end of the bed. "Okay, here it goes. When I was in high school, I dated a boy named Puck. He got me pregnat," Nik's eyes fixed on me, he knew where this story was going. "I was on a medician that made me forget alot. And, I had a baby. Puck took him in." Nik shook his head and stopped me. "You're my mom?" I nodded my head and continued my story. "When I went to school a while later there was a shooting. I got shot, when they saved me the only thing they cold do is turn me into a vampire. I met a boy named Peter. I fell inlove with him, we were together...Forever it seemed. Until I bit him, I turned him into a vampire. Vampire men go off traveling around the world to find their mate. Well, Peter never came back. And- wait... Nik? Didn't you say that your mom dated Puck's twin brother? Named Peter?" Nik shook his head, "Well, yeah." I looked at Ron. "Ron? Would you mind explaining?" I said in an angry tone. "Here's the thing. Um, we were triplets?" I nodded my head once, rolled my eyes, and sighed. "Why...Didn't you ever tell me Ron?" He shrugged and said, "I didn't think it would ever matter Pho." "Well it did!" Ron's face turned mean, "Why didn't you tell meyou had sex with Puck! And had a baby! How could you forget your own child!" "I didn't know!" Ron grabbed our lamp and threw it at the ground. He walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Charlie got tears in her eyes as Nik wrapped his arms around her to comfort her. "Mom...Why did you and dad just scream at each other?" Charlie asked in the weakest voice. "Because, sometimes people get mad at each other." "But you and dad have never fought before." I nodded my head and began to cry. The loudness of Ron's voice scared me...

That night Ron didn't return to the room, I thought about what had happened. And how I still hadn't explained the whole story about Puck to everyone yet. I figured it was better if I didn't finish the story. I layed down on the bed, facing the window. I heard the door open, but didn't bother to turn over to see who it was. Whoever the person was, didn't say a word. I felt the other side of the bed go down, as if someone sat on it. "Ron?" I said as I began to turn around. "Hello dearie!" I tried to scream as the ugly old man tied a cloth around my mouth. I tried to hit him but I began to get tired. He must've put drugs in the cloth that he put over my mouth. Soon, I fell asleep.

When I woke up I was on a boat, with a bunch of old, ugly, bad smelling men. "I demand to be taken home this once!" I screamed as I struggled to get out of the ropes I was tied in. I heard a loud laugh and looked up. It was the old man. "Dearie! You ain't nevah goin' home!" I kicked and screamed at him, but it did no use. I felt like a little girl agian. Kicking and screaming in order to get what I wanted. "Let, me, GO!" He just laughed, "Who are you horrible people!" I screamed at them. "Dearie, we aren't pirates if that's what you're wondering. We come from a tree, and are very aware with this boy named Peter." He said, twisting his neck more and more with every word. A tall, big black man standing next to me forced some nasty tasting water down my throat. "Ew! What WAS that!" "Potion." The man said as he stepped away. I began to feel younger, and smaller, and everything became bigger. I looked down at my hands, they had become smaller. I looked at my feet, thay had become smaller. "What did you do to me!" I screamed in terror. "You're a little girl agian dearie!" The old man shouted. "Don't ya speak to your cap'in that way dearie." He said, winking at me.