Chapter 6 (Lucas & Sienna)
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Lucas POV
Is she coming to school today?
Trying to get myself ready this morning, seems almost like torture. I tossed and turned all night thinking of my beautiful Sienna. How is she doing this morning? Has her wolf healing kicked in yet to help her heal her bruises and that nasty cut she had on her face? Going over everything that’s happened yesterday, when Lana pushed her against the locker, she seemed in pain. Did she have more bruises that I couldn’t see?
Knock, knock!
Turning back to see who’s at the door, my mother comes in.
“How are you feeling this morning sweetie?”
How my mother knows when I don’t sleep well, I’ll never know. Must be her mother’s intuition.
“Not so well, mom. I was thinking about my m… my friend. I’m hoping she’ll talk to me today. I really want to help her, but I’m not sure if she’ll let me.”
“Well sweetheart, the only thing you can do, is be there for her. Be there and listen to her. I know you don’t want to tell me yet who’s this friend of yours is, I think I have a good idea as to why, but, know that your father and I will be there whenever you’re ready to talk about it. And if your “friend” needs someone to talk to, she can always come to find me at the packhouse! You know my doors always open.”
My mother, Anna, is the current Luna of the Black-Crescent Pack. I got my dirty blond hair from her. She always reminded me of Rapunzel with how long she kept them. Always had them in nice and loose curls. With her honey-colored eyes, and a beautiful bright smile. She made you feel like you could tell her anything.
“Thanks, mom. I know I can always count on both of you. And please, I know you, please do not interfere, or try to find out who she is! When the time is right, I will tell you about her, ok?”
Putting her hands up in surrender, she sighs.
“I know son, but you will ask if you need help?”
“I always do, when it’s necessary. I love you, mom.”
Going over to her and engulfing her in a very tight embrace.
“I love you too sweetie. Now get to school!”
Laughing out loud, I grab my bag and head down to my truck.
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Sienna’s POV
Why? Why do I have to wake up today? Couldn’t I have died during my sleep?
My body feels like it was torched by flames for hours. I can barely move. I have, I suspect, a few broken ribs. I feel like my face has doubled in size. What am I going to do? I couldn’t hide my bruises well enough yesterday, and today, they feel so much worst.
Finally getting up from my bed, moaning, and groaning in pain, I go to the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror I gasp. f**k! They are not just worst, and it’s not only a feeling that my face feels thicker. It actually is thicker. I’m so swollen I’m barely recognizable!
How the hell am I going to cover this up?!
I grab a washcloth and put in under cold water, using it as a cold compress to help the swelling go down a bit. After a few minutes, I put the shower on, not too hot, as I still have scars on my back that aren’t healed yet. And the new one on my arms that are nowhere near healing ether. Dam that silver blade my mother used on me. It always makes me weaker. A true werewolf poison.
I gasp getting under the water. It hurts so much, but I have to clean them before re-bandaging them up. I still have to go to school today.
It's only 5 am, and I really want to leave this house before my mother gets up. I am terrified at what she could do to me this morning. What a nightmare my life is. What did I ever do for her to hate me so much?
After toweling dries my hair, putting new ointment and bandages on my arms, I gab another loose-fitting sweater and leggings. It takes me a good 15 minutes to put on just the sweater. My body wants to tear itself apart.
How am I going to get through today? How am I going to avoid Lucas?
“I don’t want to avoid him!” My wolf kept howling at me all night to find him. That he can help us. But if I tell him, my mother’s going to know. She always knows. And then I’m sure she’ll kill me!
By the time I’m done dressing up, it's barely after 6. I tiptoe down the stairs. I listen. Not a sound.
I grab my bags that were still at the end of the staircases, where it fell when my mother grabbed me yesterday, and as silently as I can, I run out the door. Only when my house is out of view do I let a sigh of relief. I got out before she got up! Thank you, Moon Goddess! Now please, let school go without any problems today, please.
Arriving at school so early is not a bad thing. No one’s there, so no one can notice how badly hurt I am. I might even be able to get to class without anyone pushing me over. In class, I can sit in the back and pull my hood over my head. I have no friends, so it should be no problem staying invisible. Right?
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Lucas POV
Arriving at school early, I head to my locker. But on my way there, I smell something. Something soothing. It smells like…like… Coconut and summer breeze! She’s here!!! Sienna’s here!!! Where is she? I don’t see her anywhere in the hallway. I’m looking from classroom to classroom, trying to find her. I NEED to see her, talk to her!
Arriving in front of Miss Greyson’s class, out literature teacher, I see her. Sitting in the farthest seat of the class in the corner, hood up, reading. I stare at her for a few minutes. She looks so concentrated and immersed in her book, I almost don’t want to disturb her.
I slowly open the door and walk to her, not making any sounds. Trying not to startle her too much, I clear my throat.
“ahem”
She jumps and drops her book. As I bend down to pick it up and give it back to her, she tries to get up and run.
“Please wait! I…I…I just want to talk. I’m sorry that I scared you just now, but please don’t run away from me. Please? I just want to make sure you’re ok. Are you ok?”
She looks at me with big confused eyes, as if me being concerned for her is a foreign concept.
“Wh…why?” she stutters out.
Now it’s my turn to look at her confused.
“What?”
“Wh…why d-do y-you w-want t-to m-make sure I-I’m ok? A-aren’t y-you g-going t-to r-reject m-me? A-are isn’t a-ashamed that I-I’m y-your… That w-were …”
As she stutters telling me why I see tears gathering up in her goddess-like green eyes. How can she think that I’m ashamed of her being my mate!? Why does she think that I’ll reject her?
She tries backing away from me, she really seems to be afraid of me. Why is she so afraid of me?
“Please don’t be afraid of me,” I tell her “I am not ashamed that you’re my mate, and I would never in a million years think of rejecting you! Why would you ever think that I would?”
Trying to step toward her, she flinches and put her arms in front of her face. What the hell?!
“Do…Do you really think that I would hit you?” I say in a small voice. Hurt that she would think I would ever hit her.
She seems unsure of how to answer me.
“It’s still early before classes start, do you want to go in the parc and talk? I swear I’m not going to hurt you! I just want to talk. Please?”
Her mind seems to be going a thousand miles an hour processing what I just asked. Please say yes, please say yes!
“O…Ok” She whispers so low I barely heard her.
“Really!? You’ll come with me!?”
I get so excited that she agreed on coming with me I forget for a moment that she is nervous and grab both her arms.
“Arrggh!!!!!!!” She cries in pain falling on her knees!
I let go of her arms and grab her by the shoulders.
“I’m so sorry, are you hurt!? Where are you hurt, show me!”
Did I pull on her arms to tightly? Did I really get too excited that I hurt her? She’s going to hate me!! What did I do!?
“It’s f-fine… N-not your” gulp “fault…”
She is breathing so evilly. It’s scaring me a little. Realizing that it’s because I grabbed her arms, I grab one of her hands and lifts her shirt sleeve.
“NO!!! PLEASE DON’T!!!!!!!”
She tries to push me away, but I don’t let go.
“What happened to your arms?” I whisper to her. “How did you get hurt?”
She starts pulling against me, but I don’t let go. I need to know.
“Please let me go! Please don’t ask me a question I can’t answer!”
She’s crying… s**t! I made her cry! What an asshole I am to make her cry, when she’s obviously already in pain!
Ashamed, I let go of her arms.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you! Please don’t hate me! Please don’t run away. I promise I won’t grab you like that ever again. Let’s just go to the parc like we agreed and talk. Just talk. Ok?”
What the hell was I thinking of grabbing her like that!?
“You…you still want to t-talk to me? E-even now?!”
“Of course, I do! Why wouldn’t I?”
She’s looking at me so confused. What is going on in that pretty little head of hers? After a few moments, she finally answers.
“Ok.”
Sienna’s POV
Sitting in class reading my book, I feel calm and relaxed. I rarely feel like this. Reading brings me into a whole other world. A world where my pain, my sorrows, don’t exist. I’m so concentrated in my book; I don’t notice someone walking into the classroom.
“ahem”
Holly mother of Goddess!!!!
I get so startled I drop by my book on the floor.
Lucas…. What is he doing here so early? He doesn’t have Miss Greyson’s class in the morning! He must be here to reject me! He must want to get as far away from me and as soon as possible!
I can’t… I don’t want to be rejected. Or maybe he’s here to hurt me?! Payback for running away yesterday. I have to get away, I have to run!
“Please wait! I…I…I just want to talk. I’m sorry that I scared you just now, but please don’t run away from me. Please? I just want to make sure you’re ok. Are you ok?”
I look at him with a confused excretion. Why is he sorry, and why is he worried about me? It doesn’t make sense to me. I’m just this useless, ugly waste of space. Why would he be concerned for me? I really don’t get it.
“Wh…why?” I manage to stutter out.
Why is he looking at me with a confused look?
He asks “What?”
“Wh…why d-do y-you w-want t-to m-make sure I-I’m ok? A-aren’t y-you g-going t-to r-reject m-me? A-are isn’t a-ashamed that I-I’m y-your… That w-were …”
As I stutter, telling him why tears start gathering up in my eyes. I know he can have much better and prettier than me. He MUST want better than me, but it still breaks my heart that he’s going to reject me.
I try backing away from him, I’m so scared, so scared that he’ll want retribution after yesterday, just like my mother did after I got home. I have no clue on how he’s going to react. Is he going to be worse than my mother?
He tries to take a step toward me, but it only makes me flinch. He going to hit me! Putting my arms up in front of my face to protect it (My face is already bruised and broken enough as it is)
But nothing happens.
“Do…Do you really think that I would hit you?” He says in a small voice. He sounds hurt that I thought he was going to hit me. Why does he sound hurt?
I look at him strangely. I don’t know how to answer him.
“It’s still early before classes start, do you want to go in the parc and talk? I swear I’m not going to hurt you! I just want to talk. Please?”
He seems so calm. So sweet and warm. I don’t get it. Why would he want to spend time with me? Is my mother wrong? Is my mate not going to hate or hurt me? Not reject me?
Is he really as kind as he looks? Maybe he’s actually different.
“O…Ok” I whisper so low I’m not sure he heard me.
“Really!? You’ll come with me!?”
He sounds so excited that I agreed! But in his excitement, he grabbed a hold on both my arms.
“Arrggh!!!!!!!” I cry in pain falling on my knees!
My arms!!! s**t…shit s**t s**t, I feel like throwing up!
He let’s go of my arms and grab me by the shoulders.
“I’m so sorry, are you hurt!? Where are you hurt, show me!”
He looks scared. Why is he scared that he hurt me? My mother is never scared of hurting me. With every new beating, she always seems to enjoy it more and more every time. So, why? Why would he react this way?
“It’s f-fine… N-not your” gulp “fault…”
I’m breathing so evilly from the pain radiating through my arms. As I try to calm myself down, a strange look comes across his face. He grabs my hand and tries to lifts my shirt sleeve.
“NO!!! PLEASE DON’T!!!!!!!”
I scream out, trying to push him away, but he doesn’t let go.
“What happened to your arms?” He whispers. “How did you get hurt?”
I try pulling myself away again, but he still doesn’t let go. He can’t know! I can’t let him see my scares. My mother will know. She always knows!
“Please let me go! Please don’t ask me a question I can’t answer!”
I’m crying. I’m terrified that my mother will find out. That Lucas, our future Alpha, found out about what’s been going on at home. After a moment, he finally let go of my arms.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you! Please don’t hate me! Please don’t run away. I promise I won’t grab you like that ever again. Let’s just go to the parc like we agreed and talk. Just talk. Ok?”
He still wants to spend time with me. Even after all this? I have to ask him.
“You…you still want to t-talk to me? E-even now?!”
“Of course, I do! Why wouldn’t I?”
I’m so confused. Even after knowing I’m hurt, of me running away from him. Of him finding out I’m his mate. The school ugly trash. He still wants to talk to me and spend time with me. Should I give him the time of day? YES YES YES!!! My wolf purrs in my head.
Finally, after a few moments, I answer him.
“Ok.”
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