The Girl In Red

BloodyShower

When I opened my eyes, I was shifting back. My mind is a buzzing haze. My head was pounding. I blinked to clear my vision and wished I hadn't. My father was in pieces all over the place. The small bathroom was destroyed. The once cream colored walls now painted with blood. The white tiled floor held a puddled mess with remnants of my father.

My stomach churned as I found his decapitated head in the tub with his torso. His organs were still twitching, squirting blood. They hung out his lower torso and slowly slid down towards the drain. His facial muscles twitched his left eye as if half winking. I watched as the twitching slowed to a stop. His body had not yet caught up to what had just happened. I turned to leave and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

Head to toe, covered in blood. My dark reddish brown hair is now a bright red. My pale skin is stained with blood and small chunks of flesh. I looked down and saw a detached hand in the sink. I looked around me, taking the scene in. I found his legs on the floor behind me. My mind was spinning with how many pieces of my father laid about.

I stepped backwards, over his legs, and stepped out of the bathroom. His leg gave one final kick and went still. The blood squirting from them started to slow until it came to a drip. My heart was pounding in my ears so loudly it's all I heard. What have I done? I couldn't have done this. Right? I didn’t murder my father. I couldn’t have! I grabbed my head as panic filled me to my bones.

“No, no, no, no….” There’s no way I did this! Then a thought hit me.

But, why was he wanting me dead? I felt a chunk of something wet and hard in my hair. I grabbed it and pulled it from my hair. It was one of his fingers. It had clung to my messy curls. I gasped and threw it on the floor. I was shaking as I stepped backwards furthering myself from the c*****e.

I looked down at my blood-soaked hands. I was trembling all over. I was in shock. Yes, I knew I was. I still couldn’t reduce my panic. I could feel my throat burning as I began heaving. I was going to be sick. I clasped my hand over my mouth and turned away from the scene. I didn't want to look at it anymore.

My head snapped up when I heard banging. I looked at the front door. Suddenly, the door gave way and my heart nearly stopped. His tanned skin almost shining with a layer of sweat, his short black hair clung to his forehead. His hair fell just below his ears and it framed his face perfectly. That's when his aroma hit me. Pine, like those in the forest. His chest heaved up and down as he calmed his breathing. His black top clung to him, his jeans were a bit dirty and his bare feet were coated in mud.

"Did..did you just kick the door down..." I tailed off my whisper as our eyes met. His slanted eyes widened at me. That's when I felt that same spark from the forest. I could feel my n*****s harden and my v****a get wet. What's happening to me? How do I know this man?

'Mate!' Sasha cried out. Almost as if he heard her, he whispered it.

"Mate..." His dark blue eyes took me in. "Please. If you'll have me..." His voice trailed off. I didn’t know if he was feeling the same thing I felt. Did we want each other equally as badly? This isn't logical! I took a deep breath and looked behind me. Seeming to follow my gaze, he finally realized our surroundings.

"Holy shit." Yeah, holy s**t is right. I looked at him. He's still taking in the scene.

"Now what?" I asked myself as I dropped my gaze to my feet. His silence made me look up at him. He looks back at me then nods and reaches for the door lying on the ground. He places it back in its spot. One good gust of wind and it's coming down. His hands lingered on the door as he paused.

"I've called my Beta." He said as he was ensuring the door wouldn't easily tip.

"He'll be here in about ten minutes." He turned to me. "Is there another bathroom in this house? Or is that" Pointing behind me, "the only one?" He seemed to be all business now.

"There is one in the master bedroom, but I-" He grabs my hand and pulls me to the open door of the master bedroom. I panic.

"I can't go in there!" I whispered frantically. Why am I whispering?

"That man is dead in the other one, so unless there's someone else, I think it's okay to use it!" He doesn't even look at me. The reality of what happened finally starts to set in as Sasha replays ripping my father apart in our head. I shiver.

'He got what he deserved and now we are free!' Her voice was filled with venom. How am I going to survive? What will happen to me now? Am I going to jail? Questions circling in my head that I couldn't answer.

"Hey! Shower. You can't walk around looking like that. Where is your stuff?" he barked. My stuff? What is he going on about? I just murdered my father! I'm a murder! I killed someone! My own father! I killed my father!

His warm hands on my shoulders snapped me out of it. I hadn't realized I began shaking again. He leaned down to get eye level with me. He had to have at least six to seven inches on me. Eye to eye, I connected who he was. His comment finally made sense. It all clicked. He was the wolf in the woods. I may have been taking too long because the next thing I knew I was in his arms being led

to the shower. I couldn't think of anything but his muscles that held me. I could feel them flexing under my weight. Where our skin touched, electricity sparked. I looked up at him and I knew he felt it too.

He set me on my feet in the large shower. He stripped me of my clothes before grabbing the shower head and helping rinse me off.

"Hey!" I shouted as I tried to shield the view of my body from him. He signed and continued, ignoring my protest. He was gentle with me and touched me lightly with a soapy rag. With every touch I could feel a connection like no other. I felt safe with him. He guided me under the shower to rinse off. The red tinted suds ran down my body leaving my skin clean.

"I'll grab you a towel. Dry off while I find something for you to wear." He rummages under the sink and in the closet. He pulls out a clean towel from the closet and hands it to me. He glances over my naked body for a second before running out. I heard a slight commotion moments later.

"Holy f**k!" I hear another man's voice as he gasps. "What the f**k happened, man!?" Oh no! Has someone already found out? My heart started to pound as I wrapped my towel around me. If someone was here, I'd rather not be naked. I quietly peaked out the bedroom door to see a blonde boy standing in the doorway, shocked. The man who is my mate looks at him, the blonde man bites his lip and nods. Unspoken words were passed. What was said? Do they just know each other that well that no words need to be spoken? I step out the doorway and his eyes lock with mine. He looks me up and down and I blush. I'm in nothing but a wet towel.

"Well," The blonde man smiles, checking me out. "I see why he will do anything. f*****g hot babe!" He rubs his hands together as if I were a meal. My mate is suddenly right in front of him, giving him a low growl.

"Mine." He growls. His blonde friend loses some color in his face and raises his hands and bows his head. "I understand, Alpha." He whispers. My mate turns back to me and pushes me back into the room. He helps me dress in my sweats and a baggy shirt.

"What's going on? What's happening?" I blurt out. His eyes meet mine and he smiles.

"You're my mate now. You're my Luna. I'm taking you home."