Her Unknown World

Chapter 9

“Cecily, are you home?” I heard my aunt Nic calling from down in the kitchen. She must have just gotten home from work. I could use a smiling face right now, I quickly dry my hair and throw on some pajamas before heading down to her.

“Hey aunt Nic.” I said as I sauntered into the kitchen. Aunt Nic was placing some Chinese food containers onto the counter. Talk about the perfect comfort food and she didn’t even know I needed it.

“How was April’s?” I gave her a bit of a smile. I knew she would kill me if she knew what A and I were really up to.

“It was fun. Just had some girl time.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. We did have girl time, just with the rest of the senior class.

“So, would you like to explain why there’s a black 70 model mustang sitting in front of our house?” I let out an audible groan. I don’t know why I was hoping maybe she hadn’t noticed it.

“It’s Liam Moran’s car, that I kind of stole.” I said grimacing.

“Stole!? Cecily, are you kidding me?” Aunt Nic screamed at me.

I held up my hands in defense, “Let me explain.”

“Oh, you better.” She said fuming.

I began to tell her about my run in with the wolf and how Liam had saved me by pulling up and I jumped in. Her eyes were practically the size of saucers. With tears filling my eyes, I told her how Mr. Moran told me that my parents were murdered by my man name Keogh. I was waiting for her laughter when I told her about them saying it was a werewolf, but the laughter never came.

“Cec, we need to talk.” Aunt Nic said leaning against the counter as she looked down, using her chopsticks to pick at the lo mein in her container. “I was really hoping we would never have to have this conversation.”

“What conversation?” I had no hesitation in asking her.

“Cec, your parents met when they were in school. I remember Anita coming home and telling me all about this amazing guy she met, Christopher.” My aunt smiled, remembering the memory of her sister.

“After they had been dating for over a year, your mom came home one evening and told me there was something she needed me to know. I really thought she was going to tell me she was pregnant, I think that would have been less of a shock.” She almost chuckles to herself. She looks at me very steadfast, “Christopher was a werewolf.”

“Oh, come on, aunt Nic.” I was getting mad at her. Why would she play into what they had told me. I didn’t think it was funny and I am over being laughed at.

I pushed the barstool back to go back upstairs, seething mad now, before aunt Nic grabbed ahold of my arm.

“Cec, stop.” She looked at me very calmly. “I would never lie to you and I need you to know that I’m telling you the truth now.” I paused, I could tell that she was being completely honest with me. I just couldn’t believe it.

How on earth could my dad have been a werewolf and I never knew it? Did they hide it from me or could I just not remember?

“I was hoping that we would get past your 18th birthday and I would never have to tell you.” Aunt Nic stated before returning to her lo mein.

“Why my 18th birthday?” I c****d my head to the side as I thought about what the significance could possibly be.

“Well, there’s a possibility that you are a werewolf as well.” She said so calm. A cough came flying out of my mouth at her words.

“What?!” I asked, she had to be kidding, right? There was no possible way that’s true.

“Apparently, adolescent werewolves don’t receive their wolf until their 18th birthday. I was hoping that your birthday, here in four days, would come and go without incident. Then, you could just live a normal life.” I was almost hyperventilating from what she was saying.

“Aunt Nic, this cannot be real. You’re joking, right?” She dropped her head for a second.

“I debated on telling you any of this when you first came to live with me, get it all out on the table; but when you couldn’t remember much before the accident, I thought it would be best to give you a chance at a normal life. A life without the supernatural, if possible.” She was serious. I could see it in her eyes. Everything she is telling me is the truth.

I looked down at the Chinese food in front of me, no longer hungry. I didn’t know if I should feel mad, because she kept this huge secret from me or thankful, that I had a ‘normal’, as she likes to call it, upbringing. Above all else, I’m definitely shocked.

“I can try and answer any questions that you have, but honestly, Mr. Moran would more than likely be able to answer them better.” I gave my aunt a bit of a forced smile.

I had caused such a scene at Liam’s I doubt he’ll even talk to me again. Maybe I should call him to say sorry. Just then, I remember I left my phone in Liam’s car. I run out to the car to get it when I’m stopped in my tracks. Liam is leaning up against the passenger side door.

I was waiting for him to start yelling at me, telling me he was going to call the police, something. Instead, he walks towards me, using his hand to lift my chin to look into his deep emerald eyes.

“Are you ok?” He asked, his voice filled with concern. Sparks started flying through my body. I leaned into his touch, making him smile.

“I’m sorry, Liam. I shouldn’t have ran away the way I did.” It was childish on my part.

“I’m the one that should be sorry.” He began. “I was thinking that my dad explaining these things would be easier on you than if I were to do it. I should have known it would overwhelm you and waited.”

He placed his hands around my waist and pulled me in towards him. I leaned my head into his chest, breathing in his delicious scent. He wraps his arms around me as I relish the feeling.

“We’ll take this one step at a time,” he says, looking down at me. “Whatever questions you have I’ll answer.”

As I stare into his eyes, there’s no doubt in my mind he’s being honest. This relationship has only just begun and it’s been a rollercoaster, but I can already tell I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else.

Liam then lowers his head, crashing his lips upon mine. Each movement of his mouth showing his need for this kiss, the need to be closer. My hands trailed up the back of his neck, allowing my fingers to get tangled in his hair. The passion behind our first kiss engulfing me. He pulled his lips away and I instantly wanted them back on mine.

“Good night, Cecily.” He said as he kissed my forehead.

“Good night, Liam.” I told him, but truly not wanting him to leave me.

The engine roared to life as he got into the driver seat. I watched as he drove down the street and away from sight. That night I went to bed and smiled, knowing I would dream of that kiss with Liam.