I wished Dad was still around. He always believed me. Despite the topaz in my pocket, Mother and Vanessa didn’t believe a word I said. Well... that’s not true. They believed I’d picked up the topaz but they thought I’d run off in search of the owner. They refused to believe I’d suddenly appeared outside a house instead they thought I’d been hit on the head and lost all common sense. They figured I’d lost my memory temporarily and met up with nine strangers in a similar state so they took me in. Mother said we must have played lots of silly adventure games and then I’d come to my senses and come home.

I stared in disbelief at my sister and mother.

“Don’t worry, honey, no one needs to know. We’ll say you just ran away with a friend,” Mother patted my shoulder. I jerked away. I’d actually admitted everything to them and they were treating me like a five year old. Again. Yep things were definitely back to normal.

Except me.

“You’re being absurd,” I burst and jumped to my feet, “I’ve told you the truth and you think I’m insane! I can see it in your eyes! You genuinely believe I’m crazy! You’re probably thinking about sending me to a shrink!”

“Honey there’s no proof-” Mother began but Vanessa interrupted.

“You can prove it: teleport right now to prove your story,” Vanessa was eyeing me with speculation.

“I shouldn’t have to prove anything,” I growled, “You’re supposed to be my family.” I began to stride to the stairs but stopped and turned to look at Vanessa.

“And I’m not a frickin’ supernatural taxi!”

Vanessa turned red. I’d known what she was thinking. She could save loads on petrol if I’d give a lift to every party or boyfriend’s house. Plus she could sneak out better... if I really could teleport from one place to another. She was so selfish, my sister.

I stormed up to my room and slammed the door shut, locking it. No way was I teleporting anymore; unless it was to visit Ellie or to give one of my friends a lift, of course. I expected my family to believe me. Stupid me! I hit the wall with my fists in frustration. I growled curses under my breath and paced around my room. Mother had kept it tidy while I’d been all over the worlds. I picked up the photo on my bedside table. I sat on the bed and stared at it.

It had been taken when I was seven years old. It was the first time I’d gone hunting. Dad had taught me and Dad was the best. This picture was of the two of us when we returned. I was holding the gun, very carefully, and Dad had crouched to my level and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

This picture was my only reminder of the ‘Old Days’. When I was ten, Dad had disappeared. One year later, his body was found. People thought it was an accident. The investigation into his death ended and they said he must have tripped or fallen and broken his neck. I had my doubts but what could I do? 

Mother had remarried when I was fourteen but Paul didn’t spend a lot of time at home. His job meant he was always travelling and whenever he was home tensions escalated. He didn’t like me and I didn’t like him. Vanessa wasn’t fond of him either but she was fond of the money he earned.

My dad had left me a lot of money but I couldn’t claim it until I was eighteen. I knew as soon as I was able to claim my money I was leaving. I’d buy a decent house somewhere further north. Or maybe further east... like Ireland. I smiled and put the picture back down. I could imagine Ellie’s face if I ever asked her to live with me. I thought that over. If Ellie did want to live with me then we would live anywhere she wanted... just nowhere near this place.

The End

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