"Sweetie, are you sure you're alright?" mom asks me for the millionth time.
All the rouges were killed. Two pack members were killed. The night sky's high above our heads and I am in bed with my mother fussing about me.
"Mom," I say just as she's about to get me more chicken soup.
"Yes, Elizabeth?" She asks.
"During the attack,” I start quietly. "A rouge said something to me."
I look at her worried face and take a deep breath. "He called me Juliette."
The bowl in my mother's hands crashes on the floor and breaks ito a million pieces.
She come near me looks like a woman who see a ghost. She's shaking at all but I was even more surprised when she confess something to me.
"You were a what?" I sputter.
"I was a rouge, Elizabeth." Mom sighs, tracing the hem of her apron I stare at
