Drakon scooted closer to me, his nose twitching as he mumbled something under his breath. I bought the blankets over his head, tucking the blanket under his chin so he could breathe. I gently tapped his back until he settled down like as he was a newborn.

I looked up, catching Javon's smirk as he rocked back and forth on the chair he grabbed from the kitchen. He propped his legs on the door frame, the chair squeaking as he leaned back and rubbed his face. He let out a loud sigh and dug his fingers into his hair.

"Little pig, little pig, when are you gonna let me in?" Javon spoke and slapped his hands on his knees. "Seriously, this was not how I planned it to go in my head."

I glanced over at Tristian, who looked away from the window for a split second before returning to stare at the window. I pursed my lips and looked down at Drakon.

It had been about a day since Javon showed up, revealing that he was actually Harry Vale—no wait, revealing that he was possessed by Harry Vale.

Or so I assumed.

Tristian hadn't talked to me the second Javon introduced me as "Harry Vale". I was able to see how quickly he shut himself down and wouldn't even look at me.

A million questions ran through my head, but no one wanted to answer me. Whenever I asked Tristian, Javon got in between and Tristian quickly turned away. Whenever I asked Javon, he would simply say I needed to remember what I had done.

But what did I do?

What did I do to deserve this? What did I do to cause all of this?

Not just long ago, everything was fine. Javon and I loved each other. My son loved his father. We were happy. We were living our happily ever after!

But since my mama died, everything changed. Since we moved here, Javon changed. I changed. My son changed. And I felt like I was always lost. Nothing made sense. I no longer knew who was who.

I didn't understand anything.

I sucked in a shaky breath and looked up again. Javon seemed to sense something because he was leaning in as far as he could without breaking the invisible barrier. His eyes flickered to black before returning to normal and my grip on Drakon tightened.

"Do you want me?" I asked, my voice hoarse from the lack of use and water.

Javon rubbed his chin and closed one eye. "Yeeesh."

"Why me?" I asked. Tristian looked over his shoulder at us.

"I want you because of him," He said, nudging his chin at Tristian up and pushing the chair back, "I'm here to take back what's mine."

"And what do you mean by that... Harry?" I said, carefully using the name Javon introduced himself as.

"You seriously don't remember?" Javon grinned, and turned towards Tristian, "You haven't told her anything? Bro, c'mon. You didn't have a problem saying anything before."

"Told me what?" I asked, looking at Tristian. His jaw clenched and his hands curled into fists.

"I was trying to protect her this time." Tristian stated and Javon laughed.

"Oh please! She was a goner when you rescued her from the big bad wolf."

Drakon stirred in his sleep and I quickly settled him in the nest of blankets, clothes, and pillows I made next to me on the corner of the room. I stood up, my legs shaking from the lack of use.

"I want an explanation," I said. "Please, I need to know what's going on and how to solve this."

"You want to solve this? Just step over here and let me take you." Javon said, waving at the empty place next to him.

"And just where do you plan on taking me?" I asked. Tristian lost his interest in the view and fully faced us.

"To where you were supposed to stay the first time I hung you; in hell." Javon said, darkly. The air felt chiller and my heart skipped a beat when Javon's eyes turned black.

I gasped when he took a step back and swung out his hand. The house shook and a crack in the ceiling formed, causing debris and dust to fall on us. I quickly gathered Drakon on my arms and covered him with the blankets. Tristian cried out, holding his head in his hands as he sank to his knees.

"Tristian!" I called out, wanting to crawl over to him but the floor shook so hard it was difficult to stand. Drakon whimpered, curling himself into a ball as the house groaned and glass shattered.

Javon laughed and curled his hand into a fist. Tristian looked up, his body shaking. His mask fell and his eyes met mine. My stomach dropped when blood started pouring out of his eyes.

No.

Not him.

I looked over at Javon as his veins started to turn black, his hair standing up as a halo around him. He was killing him.

"Stop!" I shouted, standing up and putting Drakon behind me. "Harry, stop! You're hurting him!"

Javon laughed a distorted, demonic laugh; the sound sending chills down my spine.

"I'll go with you!" I blurted out.

And just like that, everything stopped. The house stopped shaking and Tristian sucked in a breath, his body collapsing on the floor.

Javon lowered his hand down, his hair coming down and the black veins disappeared. His eyes returned to normal and his lips curled into a smile.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you over my brother's gagging." He said, looking down at Tristian who was trying to catch his breath.

I sucked in a shaky breath and I took a small step forward. "I-I'll go with you."

"Mom, no!" Drakon shouted, grabbing my hand pulling me back. "H-He'll do bad stuff to you! Mommy, please don't go. Please don't go."

My vision blurred as he started to sob uncontrollably, tugging at my arm. I bit my bottom lip, my chin wobbling. This was for the best.

Drakon didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve to be haunted by whatever Javon is. He deserved to be happy, to feel safe but he wasn't as long as Javon was hovering around us. And the only way to get rid of the danger that loomed over my son was to go with him.

I didn't care what happened to me. I only wanted my son and Tristian to be safe. They were the only ones that mattered.

This nightmare needed to end.

"I'll go with you." I said more firmly even though my voice cracked.

He held out his hand towards me. "Then let's go, my love."

I was about to take another step forward when Javon was flung back, crashing through the wall and landed in the tub of the bathroom.

My eyes widen and my mouth slightly popped open. Drakon stopped, staring at the empty space where Javon was.

Tristian stood up, wiping his eyes with the hem of his shirt. He was breathing heavily, his legs wobbling as he tried to straighten up.

He turned towards me and Drakon, his eyes turning from the brown shade I loved to an aqua shade. "Do you remember where my house is?"

I stared stupidly at him until I realized he asked me a question. I nodded my head slowly and Tristian nodded back.

"Take Drakon and go there. It'll be safe." He assured.

I nodded again and grabbed Drakon's hand. Tom, who was hiding under the bed the whole time, leaped out and followed us.

I stopped by the doorway, looking over at Tristian as he dusted himself off. "What about you? Aren't you coming?"

Tristian lightly shook his head and stood in front of me. His eyes roamed over my face, his breath fanning over my lips.

"I have a brother I need to take care of." He muttered before he took off his half mask that covered his mouth.

My eyes dropped his full, pink lips and then back up to his eyes. I smiled and rushed downstairs with Drakon and the cat. We quickly went through the back door as an angry roar shook the ground, almost causing us to fall.

We ran through the backyard and paused by the edge of the woods. Drakon panted and looked up at me.

"Is Tristian going to be okay?" He asked.

We heard a crash and I couldn't help but wince. I didn't answer Drakon and pulled him away from the house.

Tristian was going to be okay.

He had to be.