Chapter 4 RISE OF REVENGE

"It's fun, isn't it?" Ryan awkwardly chuckled, handing Brina her drink. The typical red cups and a bit of alcohol with a lot of juice? This is fun? Seriously?

"Really, Ryan?" Brina rolled her eyes and took a place in the corner on the couch. Away from all the noise pollution. She just wanted to relax but what she wore was making it difficult for her to relax.

If she spread her legs, it would be weird. The dress was short. It could be revealing. And this dress had to be blood-red. She looked at her reflection on the side mirror, beside the stairs.

"I look like I just came out from a river of bloodshed." She gave herself a disgusted look in the mirror. Should've checked before wearing quickly the first thing she touched.

"You look beautiful Brina." Ryan tried to fill some confidence in her, remembering her face from earlier. Mariah wasn't near them. A single good thing.

"Like I can be." She narrowed her eyes at him and sipped her drink.

"Do you want to dance?" Ryan's cheerful smile crept on his smug face.

"A.. No?" Sabrina shook her head, throwing herself back on the couch. Ryan knows she doesn't like to dance so jumpy like everyone is doing right now. She likes slow songs and slow music. Silent places, soft food, and some peaceful thoughts.

He knows too much than a friend should though.

Ryan always lured around her, throwing his jacket on her while she repeatedly refused, but he couldn't bear those lustful eyes on her. Those creeps should really know their place.

"I wanna go home!" Sabrina whined, roaming around the kitchen counter while Ryan was busy with someone telling him something on the phone.

"Mine or yours, baby girl." A jockey guy whispered into her ear. His breath hit warmly on her cold neck and she suddenly shrieked, stepping back.

"What the hell? Don't you have any manners? Idiot!" She hissed and successfully gained Ryan's attention. Without wasting a minute he hung up and rushed to her.

"What happened?" He asked, hugging Sabrina from her shoulder. He pulled her closer, glaring at the drunk jock.

"Nothing. I'm fine." She muttered, making a cringed face at the jock. Well, annoying a drunk jock can never go too great now, can it?

"Let's go." He whispered and they turned around.

The jockey guy started chuckling hard, they stopped. "You think you can leave now insulting me openly?" He moved over to face them. He was too drunk to even punch anyone at the right place yet he tried and missed for Ryan.

"Let's go home." Sabrina shook her head at the guy in front of them. Ryan nodded along with her, agreeing to go back home. As it was already two in the night. She just watched a show of sexual interactions and this will add more to it.

"I said stop!" He grabbed Sabrina's arm and pulled her back but she didn't stumble. She was much trained to stumble by a human. Rolling and swirling her arm, she got the grasp of the guy's hand.

With more than half of her strength she swung his arm around, reaching his back and pushing him on his knees. He grunted and growled in pain and frustration at getting his hands on Sabrina.

"You bitch!" He yelled and Sabrina smirked.

"Of course. I am." She whispered back, pulling his arm more. Making him scowl with pain and misery. Who did he think he was messing with?

Ain't nobody can mess with Sabrina Arcene.

"Let's go, Ryan." She threw the guy on the ground and held on to Ryan. They left the place, leaving everyone in shock at what just happened. Before anyone could load the process they left.

Ryan dropped Sabrina at her place and went back to his after watching her get inside the house. She entered quietly. They were supposed to be at home by twelve. But Ryan didn't want to leave too early so she had to stay.

Tip-toeing she went on the way to her room but was stopped by someone coughing in the living room. She bit her lower lip and turned around to face her father. Who was already glaring at her with a rage of anger?

"What's the time now?" Andrew asked in his stern-cold voice.

"My phone is dead," Sabrina replied as if this would get her out of this situation.

"Sabrina, how many times? For the love of God! I told you to be home by twelve. Can you ever listen to me?" He shouted at her which he shouldn't have. She was just an hour late but he was really concerned about her.

He didn't want her to end up like her mother. He really cares for his daughter too much to never worry about her.

"Come on, Dad. Not like wolves were having a gathering to eat me up alive." Brina rolled her eyes at her overreacting dad. He got more annoyed by her behavior.

"You are just a kid. What do you know? Keep misbehaving. You are now grounded for a week!" He yelled miserably at her. She couldn't get it why?

Her eyes filled with water, her dad has never shouted at her like this before. He was overdoing it too much. "I.." Her voice cracked, "If mom was alive, she would have never shouted at me like you." She yelled back and ran to her room.

Her night was now already filled with tears and frustration. She couldn't help but remember the moments she spent with her mother. Whereas Andrew was regretting yelling at his daughter like that.

No matter how much worried he was, he should never have treated his daughter the way he did. She is the best daughter in the world for him. Not even once she had made any huge mistakes in her life like every teenager does at this time of their lives.

"Sabrina!" Andrew knocked at her door in the morning, carrying the breakfast tray. She skipped school and even refused to come out and talk to him.

He mustered up his courage to go and tell his daughter about the real truth of her mother's death. He thought it was the right time to tell her that her mother didn't die rather...

"You can come in." She whispered, behind the door. He checked it was really open. He stepped inside with the huge tray of her favorite breakfast in his hands.

He placed the tray in front of her on her bed. Staring at her angry face. She still was expecting apologies from him.

"I'm sorry for what I did last night. I shouldn't have yelled at you." Andrew whispered, taking a seat in front of her daughter. She looked at him and could understand from his face, he really was sorry.

"Okay." She whispered and started to eat breakfast. He smiled at her. Patting her head, he admired his daughter.

"Come down after you are finished. In the garage. I have something to tell you." He whispered and she nodded with a glimpse of a soft smile on her face. She was regretting her words from last night.

Maybe she overdid it by saying that. She thought she might have hurt her father by telling him those words. After finishing her breakfast, she went down in the garage as her father told her to.

"You are here," he remarked and took out an old box filled with some old photos. He opened the box and stared at the pictures. Dusting away the dust on it.

"What's that old junk? Huh?" Sabrina was curious to know, she jumped over the things scattered in her ways to reach her dad and see what it was about.

"Who's this young lady?" Sabrina curiously asked, raising her brows at Andrew.

"I thought you would recognize her." He teased her for not recognizing her own mother. But how could she when even in her memories her mother's memories are unclear?

"Is it mom?" Her eyes went wide and she was now taking all the pictures from him, well, more like snatching from him.

"What do you think?" He elbowed her.

"She is really pretty." Her eyes admired her mother's younger self. She was enthusiastic to know more about her.

"So I don't know how to bring this up to you. Don't hate me or your mom. But I have some bitter truth to tell you." Andrew frowned knowing he was just about to spoil Sabrina's mood.

"What is it?" She asked, giggling, still not listening to him that carefully. Her mind was on the pictures.

"Your mom was really the prettiest among every woman I have ever met. Obviously, except for you. I loved her more than you, though." He chuckled, as Sabrina playfully made an angry face-punching his shoulder.

"Okay, okay. I love you more. But you know sometimes some things are too big for kids to understand. Then an adult has to build up a lie and tell that kid because the adult wants the kid to be happy as always without any feeling of hate or kindness." He muttered and Sabrina didn't get a thing to understand in that.

"Speak human language please." She hissed at her father, playfully.

"Your mother didn't die of cancer. She was actually," He took a long sigh and his smile faded away as soon as Sabrina's smile vanished, "She was killed by a werewolf Alpha."

It was all out now. No turning back and nothing to hide anymore.