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8 Chapters
Chapter 10 NINE img
Chapter 11 TEN img
Chapter 12 ELEVEN img
Chapter 13 TWELVE img
Chapter 14 THIRTEEN img
Chapter 15 FOURTEEN img
Chapter 16 FIFTEEN img
Chapter 17 SIXTEEN img
Chapter 18 SEVENTEEN img
Chapter 19 EIGHTEEN img
Chapter 20 NINETEEN img
Chapter 21 TWENTY img
Chapter 22 TWENTY ONE img
Chapter 23 TWENTY TWO img
Chapter 24 TWENTY THREE img
Chapter 25 TWENTY FOUR img
Chapter 26 TWENTY FIVE img
Chapter 27 TWENTY SIX img
Chapter 28 TWENTY SEVEN img
Chapter 29 TWENTY EIGHT img
Chapter 30 TWENTY NINE img
Chapter 31 THIRTY img
Chapter 32 THIRTY ONE img
Chapter 33 THIRTY TWO img
Chapter 34 THIRTY THREE img
Chapter 35 THIRTY FOUR img
Chapter 36 THIRTY FIVE img
Chapter 37 THIRTY SIX img
Chapter 38 THIRTY SEVEN img
Chapter 39 THIRTY EIGHT img
Chapter 40 THIRTY NINE img
Chapter 41 FORTY img
Chapter 42 FORTY ONE img
Chapter 43 FORTY TWO img
Chapter 44 FORTY THREE img
Chapter 45 FORTY FOUR img
Chapter 46 FORTY FIVE img
Chapter 47 FORTY SIX img
Chapter 48 FORTY SEVEN img
Chapter 49 FORTY EIGHT img
Chapter 50 FORTY NINE img
Chapter 51 FIFTY img
Chapter 52 FIFTY ONE img
Chapter 53 FIFTY TWO img
Chapter 54 FIFTY THREE img
Chapter 55 FIFTY FOUR img
Chapter 56 FIFTY FIVE img
Chapter 57 FIFTY SIX img
Chapter 58 FIFTY SEVEN img
Chapter 59 FIFTY EIGHT img
Chapter 60 FIFTY NINE img
Chapter 61 SIXTY img
Chapter 62 SIXTY ONE img
Chapter 63 SIXTY TWO img
Chapter 64 SIXTY THREE img
Chapter 65 SIXTY FOUR img
Chapter 66 SIXTY FIVE img
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Chapter 8 SEVEN

ELOISE

I couldn't speak. I doubt anyone could. Clay was puffing. His face was red. You could tell those words had been hidden in him for a very long time. There was a twinge of guilt on his demeanor as soon as he finished his statement even if that guilt was not enough for him to retract his statement. It wasn't like he was wrong. It made sense then. Clay hated me for valid reasons. I told his childhood and parents from him. Anybody who had to go through that deserved to be angry.

Mrs. Carter looked at me. Her lips were trembling and the story her eyes told did the final crack on the camel's back. It was one of fear. I had seen it many times and I knew what followed. Before the words could even come from her, I crumbled. The tears I had been reining in came pouring in rounds.

Mr. Carter walked up to his son Clay and grabbed him by the hand. He was rough with it too. "You are going apologize to your sister now!" Through the misty tears that half blinded me, I could see Clay's sneering eyes. I didn't need a medium to tell me what that meant. His dad was yet again dismissing his trauma and focusing on mine instead. It hurt more when I realized that.

Clay shrugged his father's hands off. "I don't think I need to that. The second I leave. You both will groveling for her peace of mind." His eyes wandered my way. "Too bad she will never find it." That nasty retort was no doubt meant for me. Enough said and hearts broken, Clay stepped out and slammed the door behind him.

Nobody followed him. They were all over me. Just like Clay's hypotheses. I couldn't really blame him at his juncture. He needed to hate me to find some semblance of peace.

"Clay will apologize." Dad promised me. But I didn't want that. I didn't even know what I wanted. Oh, I knew alright. But just like Clay had asserted, I would never find it. I would never learn peace.

"I don't want him to apologize," I finally spoke. "He is right you know. I took everything away from him. He deserves to hold all that anger against me. I... I...am bad luck." I wondered if it was cruel to myself when an overwhelming cool washed over me the moment I accepted that sad truth. Was I that pathetic? Was this it? What they all saw?

"You took nothing away from him. Your brother was hurt being unreasonable. You know how he can be." Mom assured, drawing me even closer for a hug. If only those warm embrace could bring me the peace and solace they once rendered. Now. Now they felt like work. Love shouldn't feel like work but this did. Because that tiny voice in my head -not my wolf of course- was convinced that Mrs. Carter was doing this put of obligation. It was simply what mothers did. I retreated. An action that caused mom's brows do furrow. Worry. Fear. It didn't make things better. It only worsened things.

"You are breaking this family. Can't you see?" The pessimistic voice that had lingered in my heart since the accident whispered. I didn't even bother fighting it. The truth couldn't be thwarted.

"The nightmares are back." I began wiping the drying tears off my cheek. It was the first time in months since I had been honest to them. "I know you guys had your suspicions but I couldn't bring myself to tell you. You two have sacrificed so much and more for me."

"Because you are worth it." Mom chipped in. "You are worth more to us than pieces of paper and numbers. Your mental health and functioning is priority. Nothing else." It was almost as if she knew what I was about to say next. I loved her speech. I really did. But it was not convincing. Like before, it felt like Mrs. Carter was reading a mantra on motherhood.

"Except I don't want that to be the case." I retorted with rears threatening to pour once more. Luckily, I had a lot more grasp on my emotions this time around. "I have been going from therapist to therapist. It isn't going to get better. I am not going to get any better than this. I don't want you to throw more money into another dumpster fire. This is another lost cause. I am another lost cause. And don't you tell me I am not. I can see it for myself mom and dad. I'm a fucking white elephant!"

My outburst took the words right out if their mouths. Dad stood there frozen in shock while mother broke into a fit of tears. She ran into Dad's arms and the look in their faces made me progressively worse instead of better. I realized then that I could not stay. I had decided while on the first bus to Ashlake that I was going to take a one day leave from the cafe to reel over that enigmatic werewolf and avoid him should his noble and pompous arse show up to the cafe. With my hands, I had made that plan a whole lot of bullshit. Before both of them could overcome the terrible things I had just spoken about myself. I tiptoed towards the door, opened it and just before I slammed the door back in place, I said my goodbyes and where I was leaving for.

"Wait..." Mom tried to say but the door slammed in place before she could finish her sentence. I, on the other hand took to my heels. I sprinted far off before mom could open the door and call me back. Even when I heard the door open moments after. I flat rightly ignored her calls. I didn't for second look back. Not until I was out of ear and eye shot. I didn't stop until I was in front of the cafe. Only then did I stop to catch my breath. I was hot all over, still in my sweaty yesterday clothes, exhausted and hungry. I wondered if I could work in my dismal state. Food was heavily imprinted in my mind. A hot cup of coffee perforated with sugar and buttered toast would be my go to.

"Sure," My wolf commented. "He would be a nice addition to brunch too."

A feeling of dread consumed me. I had missed it earlier whilst I was gasping for air. But now that my lungs could finally manage, I could not believe I had missed it. That strong yet sweet cologne permeated the air around me. As if my senses finally tuned in sync, I looked through the entry glass that demarcated the Cafe from the outside world. He was right there. Waving at me with a smile on his mouth.

Matthan Gardenia. The bane of my current existence. Fucking prick!

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