"Why does trouble always seem to follow us?" Marina mumbled in wonder, her hands crossed against her chest as she leaned her upper-body over the leather seats. I wiped my cheeks silently.

"It doesn't follow us it follows Ce — it just doesn't follow us .. things happen." Dustin was going to say something else but I noticed that he quickly caught himself and managed to changed his words and for some reason my stomach did a small flip as I gazed at him subtly through the front mirror.

"It doesn't just happen, everything that's been going on to you — well to the Princess, is because of the spirit that is inside of her — everyone is after the spirit and to get to it, the Princess needs to be taken down." Luke suddenly explained making me shift my attention his way, and to be honest, he was correct — I could feel the spirit stirring inside of me, I could taste its rage at the back of my throat and I could sense my fear in my shaky fingertips.

"That's true Luke, by why go through all this trouble, to kill someone innocent?" Marina asked softly, her small hand going over my knee for comfort making my body melt; for some reason, her kind gesture comforted me more then her.

"Maybe I am not as innocent as people think I am." I whispered, but it came out louder then expected and Luke suddenly turned his head to look at me, Marina was already gazing at me in question. I gulped.

"What do you mean?" Marina asked curiously, her hand rubbing my knee which was covered by the completely torn fabric of the once beautiful white wedding dress.

"Because — well because I-I am a murderer ... I have killed before, in my past; while I was at CreekSide which was during the time the spirit wasn't known." I explained hesitantly, my heart dropping to my stomach as I recalled the time I had killed Alavert and Lic at the party — two innocent souls. Marina gasped lowly, while Luke furrowed his brows, I also felt Dustin watching me through the small mirror making me shudder.

"I had to, in order to save my son from the Alpha — whom at the time, I had thought was my father —"

"Wait? I thought your father is the King." Marina cut me off quickly, her hand stopped rubbing my knee but was frozen over it, I licked my dry lips.

"Well he is, but I didn't know that at the time because when I was a little girl, I was taken away from the Castle and my family, later brought into the CreekSide pack where my memory was completely wiped by a witch, making me believe that Alpha Niall was my father. My real father though, was also cursed by the witch — they made sure he couldn't speak or explain to me the truth without me finding out on my own — I did find out when I-I left BloodLine." I stopped to take a deep breath, my gaze was glued onto Marina's hand over my knee which was still frozen, I could feel my stomach churn slowly — a pot filled with fear and anxiety.

"B-but the bad part of everything was that CreekSide was torture — I was always tortured by everyone, even if I was supposedly Niall's daughter at the time. He was my main torturer, so was Jonah who was once my friend but he is deceased now. My life at that pack was terrible, I was treated worse then an Omega, I was like their very own punching bag; literally. It is Niall's fault that I became a murderer but it is my own fault as well — I killed my own friends, two mates; two innocent people to save my own son. At the time, it was explainable but he killed Arsenio anyway — I believed that my son was dead and that my husband - at the time - was dead, until I finally found them. But they're gone once again, as you can see." I explained slowly, my heart painfully sped up and I could feel my throat clog up as another round of tears welled up in my eyes, everyone in the car was silent, processing the little amount of my past that I managed to tell them without throwing up.

"Oh Celine, I'm so sorry." Marina whispered wholeheartedly making me frown deeply before looking up and into her glossy eyes, she sent me a sad smile and I nodded my head gratefully.

"It's okay — the past, is the past." I replied shakily, not believing my own words but knowing that it's probably what she should hear but instead of replying the way I thought she would, she just shook her head and pulled me into her embrace making me gasp.

"No, no it's not. It doesn't even matter if something happened in the past, its still stuck with us till the present, no matter how hard we try to forgive and forget it." She stated angrily, I hugged her back and shook my head slowly, her words made my heart ache but they were true.

"You're so strong Celine — you've been through so, so much and look at you now." She whispered proudly making my cheeks flush, but I didn't agree or disagree, I just pulled away from the hug and sat back on my seat, and she did too.

"Thank you, Marina." I replied emotionlessly, not knowing how to act at the moment because I just mentally realized that Dustin was driving the van, and that Dustin most definitely heard my story. My stomach felt empty, while feeling heavy at the same time and I had to play with my fingers to hide the slight trembling in them.

I sighed, and felt my brows furrow when I realized how hardly clenched his hands were on the steering wheel. Luke knew part of my story, but he didn't know about everything and now that he processed everything, I noticed a pity filled look in his eyes that I had always hated making me look away quickly.

I decided to stop talking, and just leaned my head against the window once again as we neared our destination too quickly.

But for some reason, this time the ride wasn't as bad as before — but maybe that was because Dustin wasn't throwing any insults my way.