The Broken Werewolves: The Forbidden Law

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Welcome Back To America

The plane has already landed on the ground and the door opens up for us, the air swooshing pass inside the plane, making my hair fly everywhere and I comb it with my fingers.

Welcome back, America, I think as I begin to descend the stairs, my brother and Mom trailing behind me.

I put my hands in my pockets as the air continues to breeze on us and we just walk until we get to our car. Our luggage have been put into the trunk of the car and we hop inside the car. Mr. Perry, our personal driver, greets us with a smile and an enthusiastic hi and we all smile back. It's nice to be back in America. Mom signals for him to drive and in seconds, we're already on the road. My brother tells Mr. Perry if he could turn on the radio and Mr. Perry does, and the song comes on the speakers, blasting 'Love Myself' by Hailee Steinfield.

She's right. I love myself and I don't need myself. I should move on, but that doesn't mean I have to forgive them. I still hate them. What they did to me, I didn't deserve the treatment at all. I was just a lonely werewolf and a kid. They shouldn't have done to me. I didn't know what I did to deserve such a treatment like they did to me. But that's all in the past, isn't it? The pain will not go away, but it will subside just a little. My past will be forever a scar or a wound that never heals. I'd like them to know that. I've been through pain and hell, and I don't think that I'll experience much worst treatment than what they let me feel. If I could just forget everything, I would. But then I always get an image of Furion in my head, and I'd forget my wish. Without Furion, I wouldn't be here today. I wouldn't be what I am now today. I wouldn't be human.

I must have been thinking deeply when I didn't notice that we're already here in front of our house. Mom is looking at me with worried eyes and I just give her a smile to let her know that I'm fine. My brother has gone inside already, together with the luggage and we both climb out of the car. Mr. Perry grabs the other luggage and brings them into the house. The house looks like when we exactly left it. Mom has hired someone to give the house a cleaning treatment while we were away. I guess house is very special for Mom.

When we get inside, the house is very tidy and clean. Every furniture is organized and it looks like they have just been recently cleaned. The walls are painted white, and it looks like it has been polished several times. The couches are pushed on the side, facing the black plasma television that probably cost a fortune. A white bear carpet is placed on the center of the living room, and in between the couches, there's a mini table that has a drawer, where the remotes of the DVD and TV are placed. Pictures are hanging on stairway's wall; that leads to rooms and the balcony that faces the garden, which has a lot of flowers that ready to bloom and all. Mom has always loved being in the nature at all. She likes to sometimes spend with nature and flowers more than us her sons. On my left side, a hallway that leads to the dining area and kitchen area and beside the hallway that leads to the restroom for guests. The house has a high ceiling, and there's a grand chandelier hanging from the ceiling, looking dazzling and elegant. Mom has a thing for chandeliers.

"Are you hungry?" She asks me, ready to go into the kitchen if I agree or not. I shake my head and she rubs my back soothingly, a gesture I know if she feels that there's something bugging me. "Okay, take a rest. I know you're tired. When you wake up, there's a good food waiting for you." She smiles at me and I kiss both of her cheeks, thanking her.

Walking off, heading upstairs, my body seems suddenly tired as my shoulders sag and my vision has become blurry. All throughout the flight, I was wide awake and wasn't doing anything, just staring at the clouds and thinking what would it feel like beneath my hands, beneath my skin. When I open the door of my room, I see the bed is made up, the duvet is folded neatly on top of the bed. My desk, full of books - stories about werewolves, is organized. Pictures, with frame, of me and my new family are placed on the study desk. Drawn wolves on a paper made by me are pinned on the wall, facing my bed. It reminds me of Furion. Sighing, I enter the room and throw myself on the bed, smiling as I shut my eyes and let my world be blank.

This place is dark. There's nothing in this world, only me. There are voices in the background, and they seem familiar to me. Yes, they're very familiar. Those are the voices that used to hurt me. Those voices belong to the people who used to beat me up. I can hear them, their words piercing my ears as I try to escape but the dark world seems endless. The Great Alpha's feature appears in front of my eyes and he has this cold and angry expression plastered on his face, and I'm suddenly afraid. Now that I'm human, I am much weaker. His eyes become red instead of yellow, and his fingers become claws and suddenly, he has transformed into a wolf. The wolf that I've been wanting to touch ever since. The Great Alpha Cloud snarls at me and I take a step back, and when the Alpha lunches himself on me, the scene changes. This time, I'm in my old cell back. People are looking at me weirdly, as if this is the first time they have seen mo so dirty and nasty and smelly. The Alpha's friends are staring at me with disgust and their hands are curled in a fist. The Beta cranes his neck and walks forward, and when they all try to charge at me all at once, that's when I wake up panting and gasping for breath.

There's a lot of sweat formed in my forehead and I wipe them off. I see that it's still within the day and I look at the clock and it reads 5:46 in the afternoon. I lift myself up and swing my feet to the ground and get up from the bed. I crane my neck and try to think the awful dream that I've just had and decide to head downstairs.

Mom and my brother are in the living room, watching a movie and they seem pretty focused on it. It seems like they enjoy watching the movie but I don't have the mood to watch right now. Mom sees me and tells me that there's a food in the dining area made for me and I immediately make my way over to the kitchen, finding that indeed Mom left me a food. I take a seat on the stool and open the cover, a plate of bacon. Yum. Getting a strip with my bare fingers, I shove it into my mouth and moan as the taste overwhelms my taste buds and I shut my eyes, chewing the bacon. So this is the good food waiting for me, huh. For awhile, I just eat the bacon, not really caring about my mom and brother watching a movie. Eating calms me down. Doesn't that apply to everybody?

I feel like I'm being watched so I swiftly move my eyes on the window but there's no one there. I narrow my eyes suspiciously, stand up and walk forward to the window and check to see. No one. It's probably just my mind. A hand shots down on my shoulder and I turn around and yelp, only to see my brother smirking at me.

"Hey," he says to me. "Mom and I are watching a movie? Join us?"

"Yeah, sure," I say, looking on the window again and turning around. I pick up the plate and place them in the sink, deciding that I'd wash it since there's no dirty plate in the sink at all. "Go ahead, I'll join you guys in a minute. I'll just wash this plate." My brother nods at me and heads over to the living room and I begin to wash the plate. I feel like I'm being watched again but this time, I ignore it. It's just probably a kid wanting some attention. Drying the plate and putting it into the cabinet, I head over to the living room and join my mom and brother on watching a movie.