The Werewolf Hunter

Stitches

Gabe is in front of me in a flash, eyes blood shot red and growling. Gripping my throat, he pushed me against a tree and held me there. He wasn't choking me but it was not a pleasant feeling. I just looked at Gabe with pleading eyes knowing I was dealing with a beast.

“Don't use my own techniques against me little girl. You know I could take you right now.” Here we go again, he's losing control. His body was against mine, pushing me all the way against the tree I was held to.

“I could even kill you, blame one of the neighboring packs, say you stepped in their territory. But I won't. The Alpha was very clear that I protect you, even when you overstep. I like you Sam, and not just because you are smoking hot, but because you have heart. Your spirit isn't completely crushed yet. But it will be, Jake will make sure of that, just give it time.”

Gabe slowly removed his weight off of me, and started to heavily breathe. His eye color changed back and he was extremely calm. Opening his eyes again, he grins, as if none of that just happened. He laughs and tells me that it's time for us to head back to the house. I just silently nod, throwing up a fake smile and start jogging away.

We made it back to the house within 30 minutes. Walking inside, Gabe was right behind me. Walking upstairs, he tells me to go into my bedroom and clean myself up. He is going to have food sent up in a bit. I am not to leave my bedroom until I am told to.

Thankful that I can clean myself off, I ran to the room and immediately undressed hopping in the shower. After a ten minute shower, I threw on clothes while drying off. My food was dropped off while I was showering. Looks like your standard BLT sandwich. Scarfing it down, I laid on the bed.

Not looking forward to what I have been putting off, I checked my leg. These stitches have to come out. My leg is practically healed and the stitches are going to end up causing a problem. Making my way around the bedroom, I found a few items that might do the job. Standing by the sink in the bathroom, I had a rag, hand towel, water, soap and tweezers.

This is about to suck. I propped my leg up on the sink counter, bit down on the rag and steadied my leg. Really focusing on turning off all feeling, numbing myself. I used to do this after my parents died when I was young. Causing myself harm to be able to control emotion and sometimes even pain.I stopped after finally seeing a therapist who helped me feel my emotions instead of controlling them. We even worked on how to see my self worth, but I have always been able to just flip a switch to turn everything off and push everything out.

Taking in one last deep breath, I began to pry at the stitches. Hoping to break it so they don't have to just be ripped out. After 5 minutes of fumbling through it, it was time to change tactics. Reaching for my razor by the shower, this is going to hurt. Using the blade to the razor, I carve it side to side trying to only get the stitch and not my skin. Of course I missed a few times so now I have bleeding scratches everywhere, but after another 10 minutes, I was finally able to use the tweezers to take them out.

Wrapping my leg with soapy wet towels, I just sat there and wept. Not because of the pain, that I could care less about, but because of where I am. I miss home, my friends, even my family. And even though I am able to make myself numb or put on a straight face, I am petrified. My body constantly feels exhausted. And I can already feel the pull to stay here. To be near Jake, to even be near Gabe and Seth. Just like the doctor said. But I don't want this, so I will keep fighting, no matter what.

With this in mind, I needed to stay strong, physically and emotionally. Heading to the bedroom, I decided on a workout routine I can do every morning and night in this room. I did continuous reps of pushups, sit ups, squats and even combinations of punches Gabe taught me earlier. After mindlessly pushing my body passed the point of breaking, I laid in the bed. Just as I am about to fall asleep, the door opens, and Jake walks inside. I am too tired for this so I just sat up and leaned against the pillows.

He walks over to the side of the bed without saying a word. Looking deep into my eyes, he smiles.

“Hi Jake...” I say trying to break the awkward tension.

“Sam, I heard you were doing better today. Seems like your leg is healing just fine. Keep working with Gabe the next two days, then you'll work with me. Understood?”

“Yes.”

Jake leans in closer to me, not breaking eye contact, and kisses me on the cheek. Standing back up, I just look away, not sure what to do or how to even react.

“You didn't even flinch this time. Welcome home... Sam.” He turns to leave the room.

Home? This isn't home. This is survival to say the least. You can't just attack me, give me food and a bed and expect me to call this home. Can he? Does he really think this is how it's going to work. I don't care if it kills me, I will get out of here.