My mom had told me to leave the body in the alley and come home immediately. The entire drive home, I kept imagining what it would be like when I went to prison for murder.

I already know that it would be even worse, obviously. I would probably get raped again and become someone's bitch. I even imagined life after I got out of prison. I would be known as a murderer for the rest of my life, lose all my friends, my family would hate me, I could go on and on.

By the time I got in the house, I began panicking when I saw my mom. She was talking on the phone and pacing in the kitchen. She saw me and quickly wrapped up her call and hung up.

"Kit! Thank the gods you are home! Are you okay?," she asked me and pulled me into a suffocating hug.

Tears began pouring down my cheeks and I cried on her shoulder.

"Was that the police? When will they be here to arrest me?," I chocked out and she laughed through her tears.

"Sweetheart, that wasn't the police," she wiped our eyes, "Go ahead and clean up, then we can talk about some things."

I nodded, confused as to why she wasn't calling the police on me, and went upstairs to my bedroom. I immediately stripped out of my clothes, threw them in the trash because I didn't want to ever wear those jeans or t-shirt again, and took a hot shower.

After my shower, I put on some boxers, sweatpants, and a t-shirt. I went downstairs and found my mom in the kitchen making tea. She turned towards me when I entered and gestured for me to sit down on a chair at the island.

She sat the cup of tea in front of me and started pacing again.

"Mom? What's going on?," I asked and blew on my cup of tea to cool it down.

"Kit, there's something we never told you," she started. "Jim isn't your biological father."

"What? Then who is?," I asked with wide eyes.

"His name is Damon Winters. He's an incubus."

I waited for her to say "just kidding!" or something, but she didn't.

"You're kidding, right? You aren't drunk or something are you?," I asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Kit, I'm serious."

"Alright, then prove it."

"I think what happened tonight was enough proof," she stated simply and I fell silent. "Kit, what happened was an accident. You aren't in trouble. It happens to plenty of supernatural kids who don't know about their powers. I should have told you before and I'm sorry."

"Not in trouble?! I fucking killed someone and I don't even know how I did! I don't understand! I'm confused and don't know what to do!"

"Kit, you're an incubus. You were scared and didn't know what you were doing. I called someone who can help. They will take care of everything."

"Is it another relative I didn't know about?," I muttered and she sighed.

"It's the Headmaster of a school for supernatural kids. Someone will be here tomorrow to pick you up and take you there," she told me and my eyes snapped up to hers.

"What? You're sending me away?," I felt tears sting my eyes.

"No, no, no. That's not at all what I'm doing. It's for your safety and they can help you. You know I only want what's best for you. You will be safe there with other kids just like you," her eyes softened.

"Why now? Why is this happening now?"

"We didn't think you were going to have powers. That's why we never told you. I don't know why this suddenly happened, but everyone at Supernatural High will help you learn how to control it."

"'Supernatural High'? Seriously? Couldn't they have at least thought of a better name?," I chuckled and she laughed. "Mom, what happened to my father?"

"I don't know. One day he just left for work and never came home. I found out I was pregnant with you a few weeks later, and then met Jim a couple months after that. Jim knew Damon too, so he already knew what Damon was. He knew there was a chance you would be an incubus too. As you grew up though, you never showed any signs of having powers, so we assumed you were human and didn't tell you the truth. I'm sorry for not telling you the truth."

"It's okay mom. Does dad know about what happened?," I asked, calmer now.

"Yes, I called him before calling the Headmaster. He won't be home from his business trip for a few more days, so he wants you to know he loves you and will call you as soon as he has the time."

"Oh gods, what do I tell Harley," I rubbed my temples.

"I can speak with her about everything tomorrow. They are picking you up at 9 am, so you won't get the chance to say goodbye to her. I will invite her over for lunch. I know she is your best friend, but let me handle it."

"I can't say goodbye to my own girlfriend?"

"Oh please, I know you aren't actually dating her. I'm your mother. I know everything."

I laughed and she smiled.

"So you don't care that I'm not straight?," I asked nervously.

"Sweetheart, we love you no matter who you choose to be with."

"I love you too," I smiled and she hugged me.

"Now go upstairs, pack your things, and get some sleep. You have an early morning tomorrow," she commanded and I nodded.

I went upstairs and to my bedroom. I packed some clothes, pictures of my friends and family, and any more necessities. Once I was finished packing, I texted Harley that I was home, and went to sleep.

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