Chapter 2 I'll Leave

"This is bad. Drake, I told you."

"I know, honey. This is partly my fault..."

These voices again. So far, yet I can hear some of their conversations.

But it's so dark in here. Am I dead? Or am I dreaming?

"You told them?" The male's voice asked.

"Yes, Diego said they were on their way, now." She answered.

Diego? Who's that? I feel like I remember these people.

Silence. I didn't hear a thing after that. But then the pain started to flow within my body.

I tried to open my eyes. Telling my body to wake up. Because now I believe this is a dream.

Where am I? Why do I hear those sounds like I hear them underwater?

"Have you called Kelvin?" Drake asked.

Now that is my father's name.

"Do you think he care?"

"Cecilia..."

I suck in the air as much as I can. I tried to move and open my eyes once again. This time I think I could move my fingers.

"Oh my god! Drake, she is awake!"

"Yes, yes, I know. Call the doctor!" I heard him shout.

"Oh sweetie, are you awake now? Can you hear me?" I heard her whisper, I tried to respond but the pain on my ribs made me out of breath.

Once again, I fell into the deep darkness. Where the voices only got too far for me to reach.

............

I blinked and tried to be fully conscious.

It didn't take me long to realize that this was my narrow and stuffy room.

I sighed heavily. Good. I'm back here. At least my body is still intact. If not, wouldn't it be better for me to just die?

I tried to get up and sat, and also closed my eyes, preparing for the pain that would hit me.

But then my eyes wide opened and I sat up straight.

I didn't feel any pain at all. How could it be? I remember clearly how those people beat me. I thought I was dead because of the excruciating pain.

Then I remembered the voices. Were those dreams? If not, were they the people who helped me? I barely remember but I have some people in my thoughts.

My heart is beating fast. No problem, I can thank them later. There are other things I have to do now.

I quickly searched the entire room, my heart was beating fast. I can't lose it.

I looked at my dirty old bag, it was almost dry after it was also drenched under the rain. I picked it up and looked inside it.

"Yes!"

I breathed a sigh of relief. The money I have saved so far is still stored well and nothing is missing in the slightest. I'm really afraid if lose it or taken by someone else, especially Joanna.

This is my hard work, and I will use this money when I leave.

Not that I don't like this place. This was my home. This was supposed to be the pack that protected me.

But not anymore.

If I force myself to stay here any longer, soon enough, I will be the dead meat.

I was silent for a moment and listened to my surroundings. Am I alone in this house?

If yes, then this is my chance to go.

I quickly packed my things. Well, it's not a lot actually. Just a couple of worn-out shirts and jeans. I don't have many things. Apart from money, only this photo is very valuable to me.

I looked at our family photos. A small photo that is worn out because I folded it too often. I saved this photo and hid it. I don't want Joanna to take it from me.

I swiped this old photo right over my mom's figure.

"Mom, wish you were here... If you were, maybe my life wouldn't be this difficult..."

After finishing lamenting my unfortunate fate. I stood back on my feet. I want Mother's last message to come true. All she wanted was, that we can live in peace. I have to be able to live my life like a normal person. And I want that to happen too.

I also want to live a normal life. Just like everybody else in this pack.

I hurriedly took my old backpack and left the small room that had been my bedroom for many years.

I came out and was immediately met with a spacious kitchen and dining room.

I do not come from a poor family. Our family is well off and this house is not cramped. Only I, who has been considered a traitor and murderer, cannot have a comfortable place to sleep and rest.

That's the least they could do to convict me because they didn't have enough evidence that I was the one who killed my mother.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a car stopping in the front yard.

Please, not now.

I immediately threw my bag back into that small room that used to be a room for cleaning tools. Then pretended to walk to the kitchen.

"Oh, the princess is finally awake." I heard Joanna speak curtly. I am used to it.

"You are so great. What have you done last night? Are you flirting with those werewolves who work in the main house?" She taunted. I closed my eyes and stood near the sink. I didn't want to see her face.

Why am I in the main house again?

"You shameless! You should be grateful that you are still in this house after what you did to my mother! Now you work as a 'comfort woman'? You want to destroy this family's image to the ground?!" She snapped.

I clenched my fists on the edge of the sink.

"I don't work as a comfort woman and I'm not in the main house." I answered her. But Joanna sent me to the edge.

"Not only you a weak wolf-less woman! You're a murderer, a whore, and a liar! What we have done to have someone like you in this family?!"

I swallowed the saliva that already felt like a sharp stone in my throat.

"I didn't kill her! I'd never do that!"

I screamed. I can not stand it anymore.

But then I immediately regretted it. Because a second later Joanna attacked me at full speed.

"YOU ARE! You killed my mother! You stabbed her right in her chest! I saw it!" She screamed in my face, grabbed me by my neck, and sent me flying across the room.

My body slammed into the wall and fell just like the rag doll. Several decorations that hanging on the wall fell on me. The heavy one even fell right on the top of my stomach. I groaned because of the unbearable pain. I think my hand is broken.

Once again, if I wasn't born in this werewolf family, I wouldn't be alive today.

I tried to get up while avoiding my left hand which was very painful. I coughed and of course it drew blood out of my mouth.

"You need to know your place!" Joanna hissed. "You were not part of us the moment you killed my mother. Moreover you don't have your wolf. Useless! Weak! You shouldn't be here."

I sat down and leaned against the wall, trying to catch my breath. I looked at Joanna who was also looking at me with rage. Not even the slightest sadness or guilt that I found in her eyes. I am still her only sister no matter what. But she didn't even consider me as she was to me.

Her eyes flashed red indicating that she used her wolf power to me earlier.

Oh, sister, don't you know? You don't need to use that much power to kill me if you want.

"Don't worry. I'll leave..." I said while coughing and spitting out blood. I felt something flowing from my head. Warm, thick fluid. Maybe another stream of blood

"I'll leave..."

I also want to live peacefully without having to walk on the edge of death every day.

It would be better for me to go rogue than to live here.

Sorry, Mom. I will always remember you and our family here. But I think it's time for me to move on.