Confused
851 Words
Adelaide POV:
I took a taxi back to my house. Luckily, the spare key was under the welcome mat as usual. I entered to the smell of eggs, bacon and pancakes. "Good morning," said my father. There was nothing cheerful about his voice. "Morning," I said, awkwardly walking to the table and sitting down, "How was the trip?" I asked as he placed a plate of breakfast in front of me. "It was good, eventful. We killed an entire pack and cleared the sick victims." His words once upon a time would have been meaningless to me, but now it created a ball of confusion in my chest. "Do you think there is a cure?" I asked. He laughed crudely, "sweetheart, even if there was. They are tainted." I didn't say anything further and picked at my eggs. "How was your birthday?" He asked, sitting down opposite me, "it was fine." He focused his knife on his food as he cut through a strawberry, it's juice leaking and staining his pancake." "How was the party?" He asked, "huh?" He pointed his fork at me as he spoke, something inside me freezing. "How was the birthday party at the lake yesterday?" "Oh, yeah, it was great. I mean, I had fun." I shrugged and scooped some egg into my mouth. "Anything unusual happen?" He asked, and my hands tightened around the fork, "Danielle invited a bunch of people I didn't know." It wasn't a lie, but it was a good way to throw him off. "That girl is trouble, a distraction to your studies." I didn't say anything. I put my fork down, and smoothed Luke's crumpled jeans, "Where did you get those clothes?" He asked, "just a prank, some one's clothes from the party, it was a game." He scowled, "I thought you were too old for games," he said. I stood up, "may I be excused?" He stood up and in one long stride was hovering over me, his dark grey eyes brightened because of the scar across his cheek. He raised his hand and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, "you look so much like her." My breath caught in my throat as his thumb brushed against my lip. And then he took a step back and smiled, "you are excused." I nodded, and went upstairs to my room. My heart pounding in my chest.
I walked into my en-suite bathroom and locked the door. I splashed cold water on to my face, as I leaned over the basin staring at myself in the mirror. Everything was turning on its head. So many things had happened and my heart was racing even more now. I was suffocating. I made my way to the shower and opened the hot water, taking of Luke's clothes, and hanging it on the towel rail. My bare feet stepped onto the tiny square patterned shower, and I let the water wash over me. When I was done I stepped out the shower and wrapped myself in a deep purple towel, my wet hair sticking to my skin. As soon as I stepped into my room, it was like I could hear everything like it was happening right next to me.
"She seemed fine," said my father on a call with someone, "she won't hear, she's upstairs showering." What was I not supposed to hear? "She left the party, but I am not sure the change happened." I started to panic, did he know? "I will keep an eye." My heart was in my throat, "I'll deal with it personally if it has, as we agreed 18 years ago." I needed to get out of here, I couldn't breathe. I pulled on a pair of skinny legs, some converse sneakers and a black baggy t-shirt, before grabbing my handbag and leaving the room. "Where are you going?" He called after me, "just to Daniel's," I didn't wait for a response, I got in my car, started the engine and drove off. I held my head, as I drove with one hand on the wheel, there were so many thoughts going through my head. Where do I even start?
What do I even make of my father saying stuff on the call? Maybe there was an explanation, but how do you explain the secrecy? The suspicious talk of "changes", considering...
He had to know, he just had to, but why was he not confronting me?
Like I said, everything was on its head at the moment.
Then, to make it worse, my mind had to trail back to that beast of a man. Except he was not a man—
He was a wolf, and my mate, whatever that meant to him, did not mean the same for me. I was with Daniel, and I was happy with him. He was human and a perfectly acceptable man, unlike Luke. He was everything wrong with a man, maybe because he was not a man. I pulled into the parking lot of the bar, switched the car off and took a few minutes to gather myself.
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