Chapter 3
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“Daniella” - Blake
- Unknown timeline-
All he could see were the freckles on her flushed cheeks. The
green of her eyes was almost swirling, mimicking storm clouds. He only found it
amusing that she was upset with him.
When all he wanted was her.
She was understandably filled with fury. He wasn’t surprised
that she would be upset with him. He hasn’t spoken to her since she was 12. Nor
has he even dared to stop his friends when they bully her.
He shouldn’t be here. He knows the consequences of his actions.
He noticed how the other student was staring at them. Yet her sweet scent
intoxicated him. He wanted nothing more than drown his face in her thick red
curls. Touch her pale skin and watch it redden from contact.
Lick her plump lower lip, which has swollen from the number of
times she has been biting it since she walked over.
All he could think of was capturing those very same plump red
lips into his.
But for now, all he could do was smell her while recounting all
the little details of her face just in case he missed anything.
Thank the heavens that those two students run out of the
auditorium. It may have caused Danny to lose her balance, but now he had her in
his arm.
Unable to resist, he lowers his face, their lips only inches
apart. He was surprised that she didn’t push him away. He wrapped his arms
around her tighter, and before he could kiss her, he could smell the fresh
earth and the forest.
When do they step outside? He wondered. As he looks up, rain falls
on his cheeks.
Confused, he sees a trembling 12-year-old Danny
calling out to him. “Blake,” his voice breaks between sobs. “What .. are .. you
.. saying”
She was trembling from the cold as her Mr. Spock pajamas were
drenched from the rain. Her cheeks were stained, flushed, and
stained from tears.
She was shaking her head while rubbing her forearms to keep
warm. He just watched her, not even offering the raincoat he had on.
Danny speaks again, “Blake? What are you saying?” She sniffs,
trying to fight her tears from falling again.
Blake takes a step back; he knows this night. One that has been
etched in his memory. Playing over and overhunting him. He didn’t want to be
here again.
Why? He screams to no one.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he finally replies to her.
“Well, if you lend me your jacket, we can call it even.” A weak
a smile crosses her face as she tugs on the sleeve of the jacket he was wearing.
Blake quickly pulls his arm away. He hated this evening, and
here he was again. In a few minutes, he will hurt Danny. His words will cut
through her, and whatever friendship they once had will cease to exist.
"You need to go. "He insisted
"Ok, no jacket” Danny tries to make light of things as she
wrings the water from her pigtails. She was soaked, and his heart bled that he
had to pretend not to care.
“Blake, I need someone to talk to. I can't go back to that
house. All I see is my mother and." She stuttered as her teeth chattered
from the cold.
"Go talk to a therapist like everyone else. Goddammit,
Danny, I am only 13. I can’t handle this shit.” He interrupts,
“Ever since Lucas and Jacob left, it’s like you cling to me for
everything. Sheesh, get a life!” he clenches his teeth. His word broke his
heart the same way it was breaking hers.
“Look, Danny. Am sorry your mom died. But”
"I just need my best friend, that’s all,” She interrupted
as she sobbed.
“Look am just a kid. I can’t handle this shit." He took a
deep breath and continued, "You know what, let me make this simple for
you. Just leave me alone. She died. If you can't deal with that, that's
your problem, not mine."
Danny fell to her knees as tears rolled down her face upon
hearing his words.
Cursing under his breath, Blake turned and ran back home.
-Present time –
Blake wakes up hyperventilating, grabbing the pillow behind his
head and throwing it across the room.
"Am a f*****g jerk," he buries his face in his hands
as he groans, "She hates me, and she has every right to."
He gave up trying to sleep and went to the kitchen, where he
found his dad making two cups of hot cocoa. "I guess you'll be up."
He smiles at him as he pours him a cup.
Blake’s dad had salt and pepper short hair. He has good physic
for his age. He had some fine lines around his eyes. He looks at his son with
sympathy.
"That bad, son?” He hands Blak the cup of cocoa.
Blake leans on the counter, sighing as he takes a sip. His
nightmares have been more consistent. They are causing him to scream out in his
sleep. The dream was always the same, replaying that faithful evening
repeatedly.
Except for tonight. Tonight he had her in his arms, almost
kissing her. He smiles from the thought.
“Oh, this was a good dream, finally?” His dad smiles back at him.
“Not exactly. Still the same old – same old. Yet tonight, I
almost hard her. Well before the s**t hit the fan.” Blakes frowns as he takes
another sip.
"Well, let's just say I had to convince your mom not to
call the pack doctor." Mr. Conner looks at his son sympathetically.
"I owe you an apology, son."
"Dad, we have talked about this. You have nothing to be
sorry for. We all agreed it was the best for her and the pack." Blake
takes the cup and swirls the drink before taking another sip.
Recalling the night, he turned into a werewolf.
- 13 year old Blake –
He had just turned 13, and it was the same night Danny showed up.
His emotions and adrenaline were all over the place. He knew if Danny didn't
leave, he could hurt her. He could feel his wolf clawing under his skin, trying
to get out.
A newly turned wolf losses control over its senses. It was
making them more animal-like than human. It takes a while for the man and
werewolf to unite.
Blake knew that Danny would see right through him if he lied. He
needed to push her away and fast.
When he returned to his senses a week later, he was too late.
Danny was in the hospital recovering from a failed suicide attempt. Blake
blamed himself for what happened to her.
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