The Lies that Divide Us

A Frest Start

                                                                                      2 Weeks Later

I pulled up to the old farm house, and breathed a sigh of relief. It was beautiful. The house didn't give me any of the other feeling that my father's house had given me. This house gave me hope. I opened the door to my new Jeep I had purchased for myself after my father's house had sold. There was too many memories in that house I wanted to forget. When I had decided to sale it Alfred had  handled everything for me and had even gotten me a good penny for it. I had decided I was leaving my past in the past and going  to start my new life here, and wherever else it took me. Not that it wasn't going to take alot of work healing from the scars outside and in my father had given me, but I was willing  to do it so I could finally start living. The hardest part was leaving Anna. She was the only person in the world who truly knew me, and who had been there for me. After many tears and promises to bring her out to visit I got into my jeep and watched as she disappeared in the rearview mirror. 

The drive to the small town had taken me 2 days. I wasn't in a hurry and used the time I had to think, and to stop and see as many sites as I possibly could. I had been held prisoner way to long and now I wanted to see everything.  I was ready to work through the 10 years of damage my father had caused and work on myself without any worries of someone interfering.  

 I marveled at the old house. The beauty of the vintage architecture. I could see myself sitting on the wrap around  porch drinking sweet tea and swinging on that swing for many days to come. The house had beautiful vines with red and pink flowers growing up the side of it and up the post on the porch. The yellow shutters against the light brown of the house really brought the country feel to it.  I sighed as I began unloading what little belongings I had kept from my old house. Mainly the things I had in my room, and a few boxes my mother had left in the attic. It had taken me days to fo through everything in the house. It was while in the attic I also found a box filled with the college applications I had sent out. Apparently my father had retrieved them from the mailbox before the postal carrier had picked them up. He had planned to keep me prisoner forever. I wanted to know more about my mother and maybe even find her one day, but for now I needed to focus on myself. 

   I entered through the front door and looked around me. The house was full of natural light, from the huge windows that were scattered about the rooms. I was expecting to enter a house full of dust, empty,  and with the smell of mold from being closed up for years, but it was exactly the opposite. I gasped as I noticed the house had been fully renovated and furnished. Recently in fact, because I could still smell the fresh paint. The furniture was beautiful and the style suited the house and me as well. The couch and love seat were big and fluffy, a place yellow with flowers scattered about. The pale yellow sheer sheet accented the couch. The kitchen was fully stocked with stainless steel appliances, dishes, and anything I might need. I gasped as I opened the refrigerator.  It was fully stocked with delicious healthy food, alot of my favorites. "Maybe mom had instructed Alfred to have this done. " I thought to myself. Mirrors and beautiful paintings scattered the walls of the house. I admired each one until I came to one particular painting. A woman and a wolf in a meadow with their foreheads touching. The picture made me uneasy and  quickly took it down and stored it in the closet. 

  I had still been drinking my daily wolves baine tea. I was still terrified of that part of myself. A knock on the door Jarred me from my thoughts. "Who in the world can that be?" I thought as I made my way to the front door. I could see the silhouette of a man from the curtains that covered the window in the door. My stomach tightened.  "Stop it Blythe!" I scolded myself. "This is not your father." I pulled the curtain back and stood their not being able to advert my eyes from the beautiful man on the porch. He had beautiful green eyes with blue swirls around his iris. He had dark hair that was scattered across his forehead and his lips. They were beautiful and full, almost shaped as a heart, his strong square jaw line, along with the smile and dimples he had that showed his beautiful white teeth. I suddenly caught a scent if something odd but I couldn't place it. It was the most delicious scent I had ever smelled though.  

I was just getting ready to open the door when there was a voice in my head, "You've got to stop,  your hurting yourself. I am not a bad part of you that you have to worry about,  I am your protector and your bestfriend. please stop pushing me away and drinking that nasty tea, please just give me a chance." My wolf pleaded. Suddenly there was silence. Had I just imagined that. Would my wolf really speak to me that way.

"Um hello!" The guy waved, making me come out of my stupper. "Can I help you." I said confused by the feelings I  was having toward this stranger. After what my father had done to me, I should be terrified by any and all me. This strange pull that seemed to make my heart skip a beat had me flustered and a little irritated at myself. " I'm your neighbor, Blaise Branham." He explained! " I  just wanted to Introduce myself." He smiled. Before I knew it I was opening the door for the handsome stranger. "I'm  Blythe Martin." I managed to say after what seemed like an eternity. "Would you like to come In for a drink?" I motioned toward the kitchen. "Of course." Blaise nodded his head as he followed.  "What the hell Blythe?" I scolded myself once more. "You do not know this man, be careful,"

With Blaise,  I felt comfortable and safe. A feeling that was foreign to me. One I didn't quiet understand. I poured us a drink and sat across from him at the table. "So you just arrived today?" He asked as he sipped his drink. "How did you know." I  smiled. "Small town." He explained. "Your the new talk of the town around here. We dont get new people that often." Blaise explained. They sat and talked for hours. Blaise told me about the shops in town, the hiking trails, and the sights. He told me what it was like growing up in the country, being from a small town, and having a huge family. I listened in awe of how wonderful his life had been. How much love his parents had showed him, and how fun it must've been to have all those siblings. Before we knew it, it was already dark outside.  Blaise suddenly seemed worried and in a rush. "Well I had better get going, I've took up to much of your time already.!" He stammered as he made his way to the front door. "Oh no, I've really enjoyed your visit." I smiled. "Well hey I am going out to the dam tomorrow,  it's supposed to be quiet hot. Do you like to swim?" He asked. "I'd  love to, sounds like fun." I said excitedly.  "Great see you about 11 in the morning." Blaise hollered as he made his way off the porch.

I closed the door behind him and started toward my room, I felt like I was floating. He was so beautiful and sweet. I had never had a boyfriend before, not even a crush. I didn't dare due to my father's jealousy. I shook my head removing my father from my thoughts. I knew though that no matter how I felt about this man, no matter what my heart and body was saying I had to listen to my brain. Men could be dangerous, deadly creatures. I would never put myself in that situation again.  I drew myself a warm bath and soaked while thoats of Blaise filled my head . That night I had wonderful dreams filled with love and laughter for the first time in a long time.