Sheewolf

Chapter One

-Diary Entry One-

*July 12th, 2023*

"They say when you turn eighteen, you're supposed to be the age where you leave your parents' comfort to pursue your own life, your own future, career, further your schooling and do it on your own. They say you should be ready to be without the help of your father and mother, that you should do it on your own.

Yet what happens when you're.. Robbed of your mother early, lose more than five years' worth of memory. Go from being an independent thinker to having five people hold your hand to wipe your ass on the toilet. Hearing numerous doctors tell me I might never be able to think on my own again.

Well, to say the jokes on them when about two whole years of re-learning how to walk, to eat independently, sleep without the help of breathing tubes, speech therapy, physio therapy, mental health therapy, so much f*****g therapy..

..I got there..

..Given, I had the support of my quadruplet brothers, older half brother, my amazing dad. My grandparents on my mum's side and so many of the nurses, and doctors in the hospital I called my second home for a very long time. Now, my seventeenth birthday is rolling around the corner in only two months and a half months! (Yeah.. I'm a Virgo baby, typical..) I can confidently say, that I am better now!

I still have no memory, but my dad says as long as I keep going to my therapist, I will get there in the end. "

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EARLY MORNING

*AROUND 8AM*

As the neighbourhood comes into view, a wide street with two rows of houses is seen, a fine suburban light yellow house with white trimming, pavement and fencing with a giant movers van parked outside, a couch sitting in the drive way, tons of boxes and shelves stacked in various spots, the most of them placed on the porch. Out front of the large house.

Venturing into the house, we got a quick glance into the foyer. There's a hanging picture frame of the family which was once six.. Mum and Dad cuddle with their children at what looks to be a family portrait in the park.

Another smaller photo hangs with the photo, a picture of an elegant Korean teen, long, dark, thick hair, pale skin with eyes shaped like almonds so dark they seemed black. A round jawline, full cheeks and thin lips, maroon coloured lips stick with the same shade. Purple was her signature colour, symbolising maturity yet also youthfulness, respect and self control, integrity and Mercy. It symbolises power, wealth and royalty. From what Kiara remembers of her beautiful mother, a woman, she was all those qualities and above.

Going further into the house, up the tall stairs to the second floor and down a long hallway to the left, most room sits our beautiful Kiara. Her bronze-coloured skin glistened in the sunlight. Yellowy-green stone-coloured eyes peering into the diary she writes in. Her smaller defined features reflect those of her mother, yet the rest of her was basically her father.

The door creaks open, revealing a tall, bulky teenage boy. With dark eyes like my mother and the same Latin features as my father he was good-looking, to say the least. Kiara's youngest older brother, Lonzo, which I mean by that, is he's only like 10 minutes older than her and the second youngest of four quadruplet siblings.

"Hey loser, Watcha lookin' at..?" He stretches his oversized limp, snatching the flimsy book out of his sister's hands. "d**k!" She shouts, jumping to her feet and almost smacking him in the face "Lonzo! Give it back!" He holds the diary above his head, attempting to read it. "What do we have here?.." He almost gets to view some writing before..

*SMACK!*

"AHH s**t!" He says, rubbing the ever growing lump planted on his head. Glancing behind him, he sees Raphieal "Give.. It.. Back." He commanded, sending a chill down his brother's spine. "Whatever, Ralphs" Lonzo says, pouting and shoving the book back to Kiara before heading to face Raphieal "I'm still taller than you." He says's waving a palm over his older brother's tender head as If showing off that he's taller. Raphieal glares at Lonzo with firm, hard eyes as if threatening him to dare push his buttons further. Thirty seconds of squaring later. With each brother testing who was more dominant and while Lonzo was definitely physically stronger, he'd never won in any conflict against his brothers' competence and, as his confidence started to quiver, Raphieal knew he'd be the victor sometime soon. Slowly he watched as Lonzo's resolve diminished till he finally gave in.

"You're beat." Two words and Lonzo blinks back to reality. "You may be taller, brother", Ralph's says, walking past him and handing the diary over to Kiara. "But I'm better." he states, and Lonzo charges him. Catching him off guard, he locks Ralph's brother in a headlock. They begin scraping one another.

Dalaus, the oldest of the Quadruplets, walks into the room and peels the two boys off of one another. "Raphieal, Lonzo.. That's enough!" His voice ever calm yet filled of power. My brother always commanded respect, everywhere he went people would follow, listen, respect him. The ruckus between the two brotherrs ceases, and Kiara waits for Dalaus to say something, "Dad says we're ready to go and we've got to leave now to get there before nightfall.", the boys only look at their brother signifying their surrender, while Kiara is the first to leave, quietly heading out the door and down the stairs as her brother's watch.

Dalaus looks at the two seemingly little boys squabbling like little kids. Choosing to ignore them in worry of his little sister... "You guys.. Does Kiara seem alright to you?" He asks and the three of them become serious. Lonzo scratches the spot on his head where Raphieal had hit him and stands straight. "I'm not sure, I did actually catch a glimpse of her little journal earlier and I only saw a few words like mum, therapy, and about what happened.. More loud silence stills the small room, before Lonzo receives another whack from Raphieal. As he winces from the blow, Raphieal says "i***t, you can't snoop through other people's stuff like that." Feeling as if he had been told off by his parents or something, Lonzo follows quickly after arguing back with his brother and the fighting commences.

Left alone in the now empty room, Dalaus reminisces about one of the last moments he had with his mother.

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..+*Two years ago*+..

"It's not fair mum! Why do Ralphs and Dalaus ALWAYS get the trophies!?" Lonzo complains as Raphieal shows off poking the bear by saying, "It's not MY fault, I'm just better than you." Shrugging, he gets up and walks off, leaving only the three of us in the room Lonzo near tears mum yells at Raphieal telling him not to talk to his brother like that and I just stare at my sooky of a brother for a moment longer.

Hopping to his feet, Dalaus grabs his trophy from the table and go to the kitchen cabinet to fetch a pen. Before coming back into the room. "Dalaus? What are you doing, honey?" asks as I cross my name out and write Lonzo's instead, then handing the worthless trophy to his brother. "I think you did just as great as Raphieal and myself." He tells Lonzo, all genuine and puts the trophy in his silly little brother's hand "I think it's dumb they gave us a trophy each and not you, knowing we're brothers.. But Lonzo." Pausing Dalaus, let his caring words sink in before continuing, "You need to grow up little brother, learn to not take such worthless things to heart. Work to be better, okay? Prove those bastards that you belong to."

His words bring tears to his brother's eyes and, without words, Lonzo thanks Dalaus and goes off to practise. Making Dalaus notice his mum's tears and wide proud smile. "Mum? What's wrong mum?" He asks her moments before she tackles him into a rough mama bear hug tickling and poking him. "Oh! My big boy! Big Brother! Aren't you such a good big brother? So adorable! You are! Alister must start taking tips!" They laugh and giggle and the moment is so happy and tender.

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Without realising he'd left the room, Dalaus finds himself looking at the picture of the young girl down the staircase. As Kiara finds herself near him. "I wish I could have spent more time with her.." he tells his sister. As she shares his pain and adds "I wish I could have said goodbye to her." They share a sibling moment and hug in the almost empty house. "I think this is the last thing to take with us.." Kiara notes "We may be.. Too afraid to move it.." she adds, finishing her thoughts. Before reaching up to take it off its perch on the wall. "Here, I'll take it to dad, he'll want her picture more than anyone." Dalaus says to her.

Taking the picture and swapping her with the house keys. "Lock up the house will ya? We'll wait outside." He asks her, leaving down out the entrance. She quietly takes a walk through the rooms she spends her last 11 years in, even though she only remembers maybe 8 of them the kitchen/dinning room she'd had hundreds of family dinners in, cooked in, laughed in, even cried in.

The living room, where she had her first kiss, spent her first night in when they had first moved into the large house, where they as a family had made their fondest memories until now. Back into her bedroom where she had her friends over, discovered herself and how to love someone else. Lastly taking her to her parents room where she hugged her mum, shared her thoughts and feelings with her dad, where she'd hide when scared and so many wonderful times...

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...Closing the front door, she reminisces for the last time as it finally shuts and locks.

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Present time: (9AM)

Heading over to her dad, whose packing the last thing into the movers van, with Alister her older half brother and finally closes the shutter door, she smoothers him in a hug. "I love you dad." She tell him and Alister watches the loving moment unfold Kiara's dad hugs her back replying "Woah, woah! Kiddo where'd you come from?" He asks startled. "Dad.. I love you dad, I need to tell you that more you know?" She admits to him and he embraces her after hearing the words she . "I love you too, kiddo"

Moments later they assemble as a group in front of the house. "Alrighty, kids.. Here's the plan." They circle up as if they were about to play a game of sport. As they look at their dad "So we've got the movers van and our two vehicles." They listen "Alister will be with me in the van, here and Raphieal will take my truck. Driving solo.. you gonna be alright, son?" He asks and Raphieal nods with the keys twirling around his finger. "Lonzo and Kiara. You'll be in the ford with Dalaus." They look at their slightly older brother and Lonzo gives him the finger in the snarky. Dalaus just ignores him.

The group close up their conversation and head off to their vehicles "Can I drive? Im getting way better." Kiara asks Dalaus who's got the keys. He smiles down at her and goes to hand them to her when Lonzo rushes past them and to the back seat "Well that's fine by me, boss!" He permits, enthusiastically eager for a long rest

Just then, the two siblings have a telepathic mind reading moment. Where they look in each others eyes and just know what the other is thinking. Dalaus throws the keys to Lonzo and he catches them and gives us the 'look' Dalaus walks into the passenger side of the car and I jump in the back seat "Off we go" I say resting my head on the window and glancing out the window into the nothingness as Lonzo reverses out of the drive way and down the oh so familiar neighbourhood.

I say goodbye to this chapter of my life and hello to the new chapter to come.