Mated Twice To Twins

In It Now

I woke up to the sound of the large door being opened. I struggle to open my eyes to the shadowy figure standing above me. It had been two days since I ate or drank anything as punishment I was told the night I came back in. I remember the sweet smell of outside and the freedom of the grass between my toes as I tried to conjure the memory that seemed so distant now. I squinted at the youngest Logue or should I say, Snow, member with a tray of food in her hands and a look of disappointment and disgust plastered on her face.

"Here, my Aunt Irma thought it was time for you to eat." she trusted the silver platter in my direction as I struggled to sit up. As a werewolf, we have to consume more than humans. More calorie intake, more protein, more fiber, everything, and to go without any food for two days was hard, really hard. "Eggs over easy, bacon, grits, sausage biscuits, and toast."

"That won't be enough." I gurgled out as I took the plate and placed it by my feet.

"You're so selfish!" she shouted as she threw her hands up. "How is that not enough?"

"I'm a werewolf, our bodies require twice the food humans do. Since I've been here I've been living on the same amount that would sustain you. Now, I haven't eaten in two days and I require more." I coughed out as I scoffed down all the bacon.

"Pathetic." That was the last thing I heard before she slammed the door shut.

"This isn't going to be enough!" Talia's voice rang out from the other side of the wall. "I haven't eaten in two days!" I heard the door shut and the stomping of feet faintly receding down the long corridor. "Hey, I'm sorry okay?"

"What?" I heard what she said but a part of me couldn't believe she was saying anything remotely close to an apology of any kind.

"I said I was sorry," she repeated sarcastically. I could almost hear her rolling her eyes.

"Why?" I pushed back as I finished my plate of food and moved it sluggishly to the other side of the room. "You've never apologized for anything you've ever done to be before."

"Yeah, well I've never ended up in this kind of place before either." she scoffed.

"Well, you're popular, pretty, I mean you have a lot of friends. You have rich and noticeable parents, I mean, someone will come looking for us now that you're missing. We should be out of here in no time." I tried to think positively as I leaned my head against the wall closing my eyes.

"My...my parents hate me. They've been in Jamaica for the past three weeks. Before that, it was Hawaii for two weeks, Paris for a month, and Rome for three weeks. I haven't seen my parents in two years." Talia began crying. "They haven't cared about me at all, and when I turned eighteen they said I could have the house. That they were leaving to travel the world together, something they couldn't do when I was born." I didn't know what to say or do. I mean the bully I knew for years lived a rich life. She had designer everything, she would brag about luxury vacations, and people would swarm around her daily. "I know you probably think I'm lying but if we ever get out of here, you can ask Kayla. We still talk every day even though she moved, she knows everything."

"Sorry, you're going through that," I replied. Still unsure if I said it out of pity or because there wasn't much else to say. She's never been sympathetic over the years she just kept pushing and being a horrible person. To know that she also suffered was a bit of relief in a way that she wasn't all high and mighty. I just wasn't sure if I wanted to forgive her.

"So, I hear someone wants a second breakfast," Glenn laughed out as the door opened. "Not happy with the first? Not enough?"

"Yes, want more food for all your meals?" Gordan mimicked his brother as their laughs echoed in the concrete room.

"Of course, you're keeping werewolves here, we require more food than humans do," I rolled my eyes. "You're boss is supposed to be a scientist but knows nothing about a werewolf's anatomy and how to keep us alive." I felt like I was having to explain myself to children. The Meeks brothers weren't very bright. Why Irma or her father kept them around this long was a surprise but I guess help is hard to find.

"Gordan, Glenn, my Aunt Irma wants this one and the new one in her lab," Beatrice spoke as she held open the door. Before I could attest I was being dragged out by Gordan as Glenn opened Talia's room and threw her over his shoulder. A part of me wondered how these tubs of lard were strong enough to carry us or hold us back. Then again Dr. Irma Logue as she loves to remind me is a scientist like her father before her, demands to be called. She must have come up with something to give them an extra boost. Too bad she can't make them smarter.

"So, welcome back again Ms. Geautreaux, and welcome Ms. Banks, to my lab." Irma smiled viscously as she set her clipboard down. "It has come to my attention that you request more food?"

"It's not that we request it, it's that we need it. For our bodies to properly function we have to have twice the food," Talia began before I could say anything which was quite surprising.

"Yes, I know," Irma retorted as she rolled her eyes. "I can't have you at full power that's why you get half rations and why I have the Meeks put nightshade mixed with wolfsbane through the vents to keep you well not at full power."

"It's time we get more blood tests, little wolves," Beatrice mocked as she grabbed a needle from the silver tray.