ELLA
I hadn’t healed from the rejection I felt from the twins. I didn’t want to see them, be close to them, or even breathe in their scent, but I knew I was just hurting. I could only stay away from the pack for so long.
At some point, I would have to be in the same space as them, and I needed to learn how to deal with my emotions.
In school, it was easier to stay away from them as the bullying had drastically reduced. It felt like the rejection was the catalyst they needed to change their minds about picking on me.
I didn’t walk past them in the hallway; it seemed like they were doing everything possible to prove that they wanted nothing to do with me. And in a way, that hurt just as much as the bullying.
I had grown accustomed to seeing them leaning against my locker with a hateful
