My Royal Wolf Blood

Forgive Me Father

I gradually open my eyes to the sound of buzzing next to my bed. Silently moaning, I looked to my right and a bright, beaming sun blinded me for a second. I turned to my left and struggled to reach for my phone It sounded like a baby crying in the middle of the night. I look at my screen at the buzzing noise and it is just a reminder to make Brylee and Izzy’s lunch for school.

Flopping myself back down on my bed I place the covers over me. Moving them away from my face again. It took me a couple of seconds to realize why I had placed that reminder on my phone. "s**t!!" I jump back over towards my phone and look at the time, "Seven-forty"

“s**t" a little voice spoke above my panic. I turned and saw a scruffy little boy standing in my doorway.

“No, no. We don’t say that word. It is a bad word.” He giggles and stares at me as if he were daring. “no" I said.

“Shit.” He said again as he squealed running off down the corridor. Jumping out of my bed I run to my closet taking my night clothes off and struggling to get my underwear on and clean clothes- black skinny jeans and a dark red Shoulder Blouse Shirt Backless Halter Tops- well that is what it says on the label anyway, slipping on my black dolly shoes and grabbed my bag, slid my phone inside it and opened my door. I ran to the bathroom, going past the twin’s room, Brylee stood outside with his Bob the Builder jams on and Izzy was already dressed waiting at the table.

I walked backwards, back to him and leant down to eye level, "If you don't get your clothes on for school, I'm telling mummy, who ate that last piece of the chocolate cake" I gave him small evils, he waited, and then realizes I am not joking and sprints back into his room towards his draws.

I ran into the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror, why did I offer to take the kids to school? Quickly, I tied my curls back, splashing my face with the cold water. While drying my hair, Brylee walks towards me and stands beside me, staring at his reflection.

"What are you wearing?" I nearly burst out laughing, "We do not have time for this, Brylee" His grey headband tightened around his hair pulling it upright, his pink shirt, which he hadn't buttoned properly, unbalanced the style with his dinosaur shorts, he wears on holidays usually and his blue flip flops he has tried to put on while wearing blue socks. He walks over towards the sink to get his toothbrush like he hasn't done anything wrong.

I sigh and pick him up, "Oi" He moans. I ran into his room and placed him down, rushing towards his drawers. I pulled out a dark blue polo shirt, dark blue jean shorts, clean pants, and white socks, grabbing his black trainers. I instantly stripped him down and threw his clothes on him. "What are you like?" I chuckled, pulling his top down and patting him down.

"Let's go" I pick him up and walk out of his room.

"No wait, flash" I moaned again and dropped him down, I went and ran down the stairs, into the kitchen and opened the fridge ready to make our pack lunches. Grabbing the ham and butter I reach for the bread and turn around to make them on the counter.

“I’m hungry!” Izzy waits for me. I forgot that she was already ready.

“Yes, yes, here!” I place a bowl of cereal in front of them both.

I froze and smiled, "Mum" I could have cried. Picking up the note it read.

'Just wanted to make sure my babies made it to school today, love mum xxx'

She had to go in early today because of a case, so we are alone. I put everything back. Picked up the money Mum left me and the Avenger lunch box for Brylee and Izzy she made before she left. Picking up two apples and a banana from the fruit bowl, I rushed into the front room, picked up Brylee’s school bag and went to the door. "Come on Brylee!! Izzy!! We will be late!!" I picked up my keys and opened the door.

Moments later he came running downstairs with his flash in his pocket and his hair in all sorts of different directions. I picked up the brush, dropped my bag and quickly brushed his hair down, "No, Violet, stop" He squealed. Izzy laughs at our amusement.

Looking into the mirror, my hair is the same. Sighing again, I take the hair bobble out and try getting the curls to flow down in the same direction, "perfect" Rushing out of the door Brylee follows. "Hey," I put my finger in the air to stop him and held out my palm. He sighs and takes the action figure from out of his pocket and hands it over to me. "You know you can't take them to school, Josh Brylee" I placed Flash on the table in the hallway and closed the door behind me.

"I know" He moans back, I give Brylee his school bag and the apple and banana. "Here eat this, I woke up late, you are going to have to have this for today, okay buddy?" He grabs the apple and banana and begins to eat it. "Yep," He replies, all jolly.

Around half an hour down the streets, we finally hit their primary school. I looked at him as he finished his banana and threw the skin in the bin. He turns to me with smudges on his face, "How did you manage that?" who would have thought children would be this difficult? licking my thumb, I rub the banana off his face, "Ewww, Violet, stop. That's horrifle," He cries.

“Why can’t you be like your sister?” He wobbles over to his sister who stands there acting all innocent. Which makes me worry. I walk them to the gate, towards their teacher, Mrs White, watches, "Okay, be good today, both of you," I eyed him as he walked off. "Hey" they look back at me and run back, Josh hugs me, and Izzy kisses my cheek as they grab the lunch box out of my hand and run off towards their class, lunch for a price.

"Damn," I sigh again, realizing I have been sighing a lot lately and start to run towards the next street and down past the road, fifteen minutes later I hit my school, where no school buses are, and everyone has gone inside. I throw my hands in the air, recognizing that the bell has only just gone. How can a supernatural super-fast creature be late? What’s the point when I cannot use my powers? I could run and take the shortcut, through the forest, where no one could see me. I could have been here in no time, but that's the problem, no one can control time…

2030

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."

"Go on, child"

"I have spoken to the devil himself" I look up, then through the net that separates me and Father Blake. He looks at me surprised but as if he was waiting for me to speak of this. He nods his head for me to continue.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I have spoken to the devil himself. I say, ‘Dear Satan when you look at me, do you see me in your figure now? Am I that damaged as God himself does not see me as his angel but one of his fallen son's demons, do I belong in hell with you? Am I that shallow to follow your steps? That I don't belong in this world, walking on Mother Nature herself and abusing God’s will of making something beautiful as nature becomes death, becoming broken."

"Carry on, child"

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned, I speak to God sometimes before I sleep. I fear he will never forgive me. I've done terrible things. As a child, I was mentally and physically abused on the ground and in her house. He as a child himself knew nothing but the devil's games and she knew nothing but to be his demon and violate God's will and trespass on his side of light and showed me things I did not know was the devil's work. Until I wanted to experience the horns and fire myself..."

I looked up into Father Blake's dark brown eyes and pleaded. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I never went through with the devil's work, but Satan, I fear I'm becoming like you. I abuse the world- the person when that person abused me and I left just like my father left me, my father, I am damaged goods" His dark forehead creased, why am I saying these horrible things? He thinks.

"My child" His eyes drooped, feeling sorrow and guilt. But guilty for what?

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned I did not know that I was working for the devil doings, until I hit the education that taught you, bad was a depressing situation that sometimes has reasons for his crimes but also chooses not to listen to, good is someone that has hope in life, that he has a plan and he wants everyone to be introduced, but only his hate goes to bad himself. Why so much hate?"

"I used to take things from my friends, family, foe and enemies at the time the devil controlled me but now, my father, god is portraying me, taking my heart and bringing it to the light, forgive me, Father, for I have sinned, I don't speak to the devil or the man himself but I speak to the good and bad, the dark and light side of my soul like a tug of war, a battle inside of me and I fear the dark, I fear Lucifer will win."

"Father?"

"Yes, my dear"

"I do not fear the devil; I fear what walks among us during the day and night. And I know you do too"

"My child, what is this creature you speak of? A creature who is more terrifying than the devil?" My eyes glowed a heated green.

"Creatures, Father Blake. Creatures" I say trailing the 'S' on creatures as I speak…