Unforgotten

Nick and Nora

So, when we got to the apartment and I got situated, I went for a walk. I needed to practice my fighting. With and without magic. The werewolves from Golden Hollow are strong. There are no witches around, but they have wolfsbane, and a certain flower that will stop my powers from working. It will stall them up for about a week. 

I don't know how much they know about me. All I know about myself is that I'm from Golden Hollow. My name is Maci Jaelle Phillips. I have powers, and my mate rejected me. I mean, I know more obviously, but those are the important things. 

'Wrong, that w***e is not important, he won't be important until he takes us back.' My wolf, Deliah says.

'Yea, that guy doesn't matter anymore.' My vampire, Molly.

Molly is nice. She is the sweet, apologetic side of me. Normally, werewolves and vampires don't get along. Especially when they are in your head. Most of the people like me end up dying because their other sides don't cooperate. Or if someone finds you. But Deliah and Molly are like the moon and stars. They shine together. We come in a 3 person package.

I set myself up to punch a tree. And then, I strike. Let me tell you, it hurt like absolute hell. But, if I punch trees enough, eventually I'll get used to it. It will be good practice. Great practice. I'll learn absolutely nothing, but a lot, in one simple drill. 

I'll learn bot to punch trees. I mean that's something. In all those stories, the guy punches the trees and breaks them down when he's mad. But now I know, he's stupid. 

I punch the tree again. And after two or three more punches, I knock it down. Then, I got an idea. 

I punched two more trees, right where they left a big stump. And then i made a bench, where I could lift tree trunks. Like, BIG tree trunks. 4 times bigger than Nick, and he's like 6 feet tall.

So I spent like 3 hours bench pressing 24 foot long tree trunks. And it burned. Once it got so hard to bring it up, that I dropped it. And I was stuck for like ten minutes. Until I rested a little and threw it off me. 

Sometimes I got mad. A lot actually. I got mad a lot. I would mess up, and I would throw some kind of element at a tree. Once it was snow, twice water, I threw a tree out of my palm, and got the tree I took my anger out, and let me tell you, that was cool. But mostly, I threw fire. I threw a LOT of fire. Like enough to burn down a forest. Whoops.

I finally walked back down to the house. My arms were sore and when I got inside, Nessa tore. Me. Up. Let me tell you, it was worse than getting stuck.

"Where have you been? I've been looking for you. And did you here the crashes? There were like 27 of them. And I don't know about you, but I don't like cold food." She wasn't yelling, but she was raising her voice. And I felt the tiniest bit angry. I couldn't be too angry 'cause she didn't look like she meant to disrespect me. And besides, I don't know where i got the idea that I should be respected. 

'It's probably just the tiny bit of Luna blood we had, from being Douche 1's mate.' That was Deliah.