Chapter Ten
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I am woken up by the most annoying voice Misha Collins could make, telling me to get up and make it happen. It reminds me of the time Dad used to wake me up in a very dangerous way: jump on me with all of his body weight and after a while, if I wasn't up, he would cover my nose and hope for the best while munching on my ear. Compared to this, Misha is way worse.
I get out of bed and I am hit with a huge headache.
" I guess I drank too much last night at the family dinner. Than again, no surprise there, it was a family dinner..." I said to myself.
I put my hair in a ponytail and go for a shower trying to remember the conversations we had last night so I know what to expect when I get down.
Did we talk about the car? I mean, I got it fixed, but still, did my dad find out?
My memory is starting to fog and decide to blame it on the wine. Usually, I either don't drink much or I can't get drunk. I have moments when I drink to forget, but those never end well because in the end, I'm neither drunk, neither suffering from Alzheimer, but have a new thing to forget, the new mistake I just made.
I get in the kitchen where mom is half asleep with a cup of coffee in her hand, trying to read the newspaper.
" Guess we all drank to forget last night." I said to my mom while getting on my toes to grab a cup.
" Huh? What honey?" I guess mom was really sleeping, not just half pretending.
" I said, I guess we all drank our memories."
" Yeah, yeah" she said absent, " Memories..." she looked at the cup and then said, " How do you know that, you weren't even there? By the way, where were you last night? We waited for you."
I wasn't here last night?! What the f**k?!?!
" What do you mean I wasn't here last night? We had a family dinner. I was supposed to be here." I said getting a little concerned and putting my mug down so I don't crush it.
" No honey, you weren't. Dad and I waited for you, but you never showed up. Dad thought you stood us up. Is everything alright?"
" Yeah, yeah. Perfect. Mom, I got to go!" I gave her a crooked smile and went for the garage.
" See you tonight?"
" Yes Mom, I'll be here." I screamed from the other side of the house.
If I wasn't home, this means that I got drunk. So this means that I was at a bar where they let me drink underage... The Temple!
I went to look for my car keys, deciding that taking the bike won't be such of a good idea with the headache that I'm having and the roaring engine.
" Mom! Where are the car keys?"
" Your dad took the car, he needed it for the monthly check up."
" He did what now?!" I said more to myself that mom, " Okay, I'll take the Fighter. See you tonight!"
I take my helmet and the keys and open the garage door. And surprise, surprise. My Fighter is not there...
" Whoever dared to take my baby, HELL! Touch it, won't be breathing the next second I find him!" I scream like a psycho in the now open garage.
" Hey! You up." said Ares that just parked in front of my house, " Thought I'd give you a ride."
He didn't have time to process what was happening to him. In a second I was on the left side of the car, dragging Ares out of it by his collar.
" Where. Did. You. Take. MY BABY!" I screamed dangerously close to his face.
" Take what?" he asked like nothing happened and that I wasn't about to tear open his throat.
" Baby. A black Harley Davidson Streetfighter 975 bike. Where is it?!" I said showing to him that my patience is wearing thin.
" I know what you drive, I'm not stupid." he said in defense, " I don't know where is your baby. I swear, I didn't take it." he raised his hands up to show that he's innocent.
Lifting his hands up, the sleeve of his leather jacket rode up, letting show a red stain on the end of his shirt. The tingling feeling came back and I couldn't look in his hazel eyes anymore. I lowered my gaze, still keeping a steel grip on him, and looked at my feet, then my hands, trying to solve this puzzle.
On my right arm, where the jacket sleeve was rolled up all the way to the elbow, a thin scar was showing. A scar that I didn't have before.
I don't know why I thought that if I touch it I may remember how I got it, but I did it anyways.
" I can explain." Ares said looking at me like I was going to shatter in a million pieces.
" Explain what? What did you do to me?" I said with tears staining my eyes.
" I didn't do anything."
" WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!" I screamed and shook him, " WHAT?!"
" You don't remember?" I gave him a 'what-do-you-mean' look mixed with 'should-I'. " Right...Because I did that..." he said like that phrase should clear everything.
" You said that like Puff... magically I'll remember everything. What did you do?!"
" I can explain."
" It's the second time I'm hearing this phrase, yet there are no explications given. And I'm so close to sending you to hell, you have no idea!"
" I'll explain in the car." he said nodding towards the car.
That's it! I've had it. Let the neighbors call the ambulance. I'm sending this man to his death.
I looked him in the eyes, thinking that maybe he is joking. That maybe he will spill everything out any second from now and tell me that this is just another one of his stupid jokes. Yet he was standing in front of me, on his knees, expressionless, not even realizing in the kind of trouble he just put himself in.
" This is your last chance Wilder. What did you do to me and where is my baby?" I said calm so he won't anticipate what will come next.
" Get in the car and I'll tell you."
And that was the moment I lost my control.
I punched him in the jaw, hard enough to whip his head sideways and not break anything, then picked him up again.
" You have no idea how hard I'm trying not to hit you again and end you right here and now." I whispered in his ear.
" I said I will tell you everything in the car."
" And I sent a very clear message through my punch that I won't have it that way. So spill!"
" Okay, okay. You cut yourself."
" How?"
" You fell from your bike and cut yourself."
" Bullshit! I have a wide vertically cut on my wrist, no bruises on my body or scratches in my palm. I didn't fall, I know how it looks like when I fall because I did it before. So tell me, what did it really happen."
" I hoped that you wouldn't remember. I tried to make you forget by erasing your memory. Or at least that part of the memory."
" And it clearly work. I can' t remember anything from yesterday besides the first 5 minutes of the episode I was watching with James."
" It didn't work. Your brain was supposed to ignore completely the scar, like it wasn't even there." he said defeated.
" Consider this your chance to redeem yourself." I said letting him go.
" After you left James, we had an accidental fight in which you cut me in defense and than I convinced you to meet me at a diner to talk. I tried telling you about the fact that I'm a lycan and you froze, dropped your phone and cut yourself in a glass shard on the floor. Shortly after that you fainted and I took you to the hospital." he grabbed my wrist with the cut, touching it slightly and than said, " Because you were traumatized, I waited for you to wake up and erase a little bit of you memory so you won't remember what happened that night, but I see it didn't work." he finished like he was broken.
" You sound disappointed. Why?"
" No. No reason. I just thought the memory thing would work."
" Right, cause you are a lycan. And lycans what? Heal fast, run fast, erase memories..."
" You still don't believe me?"
" No. Obviously. What person in the right mind would believe such a thing."
" You are right, no one. Let's go to school. I'll take you to your baby on the way there."
" This conversation is not over. I still have questions." I said opening the door and getting in his car.
" And I'll answer all of those on the way to school."
I still didn't know how I got home or how did he drive my Fighter when the keys were in the bowl, but I was happy I was going to see my baby and make sure that in time, Wilder will regret touching it.
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