Hit Hard by the Past
Edward doesn't know what happened to his little sister about 100-ish years ago, and he's been heart-broken ever since. But what if she's not as far away as he thinks?
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I sat there, in the woods, shaking. I ran here while running into a few trees on the way. I knew what was happening to me, yet I didn’t want to give in to it. I guess I get my stubbornness from Margareta. So, I just sat there, in the rain. Well, the rain would evaporate when it hit me, but it’s still “hitting” me, I guess.
I don’t know how long I sat there shaking but – for some odd reason- I just kept getting madder. So, I curled up into a fetal position and cried. That’s how Leaf found me which only made me even more mad. I hate feeling vulnerable. Sure I was born blind which is a big sign of vulnerability for some people, but for me, I was raised to not make myself vulnerable, or to take crap from other people…
Until, finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, so I just gave in.
The changing part was a weird process. I was told that it would be painful, only it wasn’t, so instead I screamed because I was so angry.
I could feel my canines get bigger and my hair turn into fur. And that’s when I heard a voice in my head say, "you need to relax," but I just kept screaming. Another voice said, “Can you please shut the hell up?”
That pissed me off even more. I stopped screaming when I felt myself get all hot, so I knew if I got just a tad madder, smoke would be appearing out of my nose. It also felt...different to have fur and to stand on four legs. “Man, this is weird.” I thought.
There was a bark that sounded like laughter from behind me which made me spin around. “I wish I knew who was there so I could kick their ass for spying on me.”
“No need to get your fur in a bunch, Selena, I’m sure you’ll know who I am onc- whoa,” the voice that told me to relax said, “you – you’re a girl?”
“No duh Sherlock,” I thought, figuring that what Veronica said about werewolves communicating through their minds was true.
“Your fur…and what’s with the blindfold?” said the voice that told me to shut the hell up.
“She’s blind, stupid,” said a voice that I didn’t know, “oh, and I’m Jared. The guy who just asked you about you’re blindfold is Paul. The other guy is Sam, our Alpha.”
I snorted, “Alpha…I guess I could live with that. But could somebody please tell me what the hell is wrong with my fur?”
“Damn, she’s got potty-mouth!” Paul exclaimed.
“It looks different from what we normally see,” Sam said while ignoring Paul’s helpfully-obvious comment, “Here,” And he “showed” me a picture of, well, me. I think I was a pure white wolf, only you could see my marks imprinted on my fur, but I’m not exactly sure what white and dark red look like…so…ya.
“Great…” I sighed.
“What are those?” asked Jared.
I said defensively, “Once I trust you more, I wi-“
“Hey girl, if you haven’t noticed already, we’re a pack, like a family. We all trust each other. Anyway, we can get into your little head with or without your damn permission. So, no need to tell us because I already know about that bloodsucker, how she gave you a pill that lets you control fire – hence the marks – but it backfired and she left you with Ms. Crazy Cat Lady and a whooollleee bunch of other stuff,” stated Paul a matter-of-factually.
“Okay, I have had enough of this for one day,” and I took off with Leaf following me. I didn’t know where I was going, but I kept running.
To tune them out, I started singing to Paralyzed by The Used in my head. Eventually, I calmed down to where I could changed back into a human. “I still have my clothes on,” I thought, “And it’s good that I calmed down to where I stopped evaporating poor, helpless raindrops.”
So, I started walking until I felt hardness under my feet and I guessed that I was on a road, so I started walking along the line where the hardness meets squishy-ness. I heard a vehicle pull over beside me and a guy that sounded around my age yell out the window, “Hey, need a lift? You shouldn’t be out there in the rain.”
“But Mike, I don’t think we have enough room,” a girl with a nasally-sounding voice whined.
“Sure we do!” the guy whose name I guessed was Mike said cheerfully. Then I heard a car door slam and the sound of footsteps heading my way.
“Wonderful,” I thought, “The last thing I need is an overly helpful stranger-guy on my case.”
But he came up to me and gasped. “Yes, I’m blind. Can I please go on with my already messed up life? The last thing I need is to be taken to some strangers’ house, rapped, and never go home ever again! After the last time that happened to me, I wasn’t as happy as a fat kid in a candy store and, I really enjoy being that way, and…” Yes, I was venting, but this kid didn’t know me, why should he care?
I didn’t realize I was crying until he put his hand over my mouth to shut me up and whispered, “Are you sure you’re alright?” I shook my head no. “Want to go home with me? Or one of my friends over in my van?” he hurried on, “We could take care of you.”
I thought about it until Leaf nudged my hand with her nose. “Well, what the hey…I’m just gonna wing it.” So I said, “Well, it would be nice to not be in a house with any cats for once.”
“Oh…well that cancels me out,” Mike said with unnecessary sadness.
“I guess that leaves the other people!” I smiled encouragingly. Mike helped lead me to his van and introduced everyone. The second girl he introduced was Bella. I got in back next to her with Leaf on my lap. I had a very nice conversation with Bella, even though she sounded a little forlorn, but my thoughts about why that was got interrupted when Mike asked who I would like to go home with. It didn’t take me very long to answer.
“Bella, may I go with you?”
There was a short pause, and then, “Sure you can,” she said warmly. I smiled. “This should be fun.”
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