When the wolves come knocking, Becca [reader novel txt] 📗

had blood leaking from my head. He geantly touched me head, then began to pick me up. I really couldnt protest, I was being blocked out from the world now, vision blurring, pain numbing. My head fell on Demetri's chest, maby I would stain his white shirt with me blood, that I would be happy of. Right before slipping fully into my haze, I answered his question, kinda. "Stupid question"

I woke up groggy and with a major headache. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Aliki. "Here" he said, handing me the same pills he had the first time my head nearly exploded. I took them quickly, and the head ache faded. I looked at the window, it was light out, and it was day. Problem was, how long was I out? I looked at Aliki, wishing I could do the eyebrow thing. "How long?" I asked. "2 days" he shrugged, like it was nouthing. I looked at my clothes, I was still in my jeans and T-shirt from yeasterday, thank god. Thoughts came to me at once, deamon, it was dead, it was in pain, after I wished it would be. God this was all confussing, I couldn;t make sense of it at all. No, none of this was real, I was back at home with my mom. Only I wasn't, and I knew that. Everyone was proubly freaking out, or where they? Were they just happy not to deal with me anymore? Aliki was looking at me thoughtfully, and I regained my compouser. "You rember everything that happened?" he asked, looking at my face.

I nodded, not trusting my voice. "You know what that thing was?" he asked. I thought a moment, deciding if I did know. No one ever told me about them, other that the usal miths. But I knew what they were some how...I nodded. He gave a slight nodd. "Do you know what happened to it?" he asked, and I had a feeling he thought I did it. I shook my head no. He sighed and pulled up a chair next to my hospital bed. He sat causly, but his eyes said diffrent. "You sure?" he asked again. I loose my temper easily when annoyed, just saying. "Yeah Im damned sure. I have no clue what the hell happened" I said angerly. His eyes widened slightly in shock at my outburst, but recovered quickly. "Demetri carried you in, and when you got here, you had lost a lot of blood, and had a fractured skull" he said.

I was emberessed at my weakness, and that Demetri carried me in. "But we fixed you up pretty good,so you can go back with Demetri. The headache pills should numb the pain aswell as the headache. I gave them to Demetri" he said. Of course, Demetri proubly told Aliki that Im some suicidle teen, and dosnt want to risk me killing myself with an overdose. He stood up and went to the door, whe he opened it, There was Demetri, looking like he was reaching for the handle. Aliki chuckled, "See ya". Demetri came over where Aliki was. He handed me a sandwhitch a pepsi. I almost smiled at the pepsi, because it was what I practically lived on. "Thanks" I mumbled. He deserved a thanks anyway, for kinda saving my life. I ate the sandwich in silence, then downed the pepsi. Demetri looked like he felt akward, so I figured I would start it off. "Thanks, for you know... kinda saving my ass back there" I said.

He grinned, I wasn't sure if it was because It was my first formal thanks to him, or the mention of my ass, maby both. "No problem, you were doing pretty well with out me" he said, holding his hand out for me. I hesitated for a second, and took it. The world swayed slightly, and Demetri help my arm to steady me. Once I was, he took me back to my room. He stopped at my door "I'll... get you later, so you can, do whatever." he said akwardly, and I noticed how drummed his fingers on his leg. "Okay" I said just as akward. He closed the door silently. I waited until I was sure he was gone and went to my glasses case. If the hadn't scearched through all of my stuff, it could be in it... Yup, the little blade I always kept in there. I took it and went into the bathroom. I layed my wrist out flat. I pressed the blade on my skin. I pushed down and it drew blood. Didn't they miss me, or did they? What was my mother doing? I drew the blade across my wrist. The pain drouned out my thoughts, and I relished in it. I did it again, and again. I stopped at three cuts. I was trying to stop doing this, concidering that if anytone here found out, I would be in major trouble. I wrapped tissue over it, because if I used a towal, someone would notice while cleaning. I sighed and put the blade back.

I grabbed clothes, and took a shower. My wrist didn't hurt too bad, and when I was done, I would have on a long sleeve shirt. I really did need a shower, I could pratcially feel the dirt all over me. I slowly go out and got dressed. My shirt was purple Aro shirt, and I had skinny Jeans. I lookedat my reflection in the mirror. I looked the same, but I sure didn't feel the same. My wet hair hung limply, it still only reaching my shoulders. My green eyes were still the same, only somthing seemed diffrent... Someone knocked on the bathroom door. I quickly threw on my hoodie and opened the door. "What?" I asked, seeing Demetri. "I wanted to talk to you about what my father said" he said, stepping slightly out of my way. I brushed past him and threw my clothes in the hamper. "Then start talking, I doubt I'll change my mind though" I kinda felt bad talking to him like that, he did save my life kinda. "You dont even have to do all of that, just live here, and take the classes and...." he trailed off. "And?" I asked, almost werialy. "Marrage" He mumbled. I already knew he was going to say that. "I 14, and i dont even know how old you are, like 18?" I yelled. This is way akward. "19, and its only a 5 year diffrence. Its not my idea, I didn't want this eaither. But I deal with it" he growled.

Oh, so he has to deal with me? "Sure just deal with me, deal with everything while your at it. And just so you know, you don't do a very good job" I said, bringing up my hand. Around my wrist it was black and blue. Oh, shit, my wrist. I pulled my hand down as fast as I could. Damnit, he had good eyes. His hand shot out, and grabbed my hand. When I tried to pull it back, nouthing happened. "again?" he asked in a small voice, looking at the new marks. Now I felt bad for making him sad, go why am I so soft today? "I-I-I just...." I stammered quickly, but unable to explain. "Just stop doing it" he said, voice hardening. I shook my head slowly, tears building up. I can't stop, it the only way to be distracted from, well everything. I looked down at the white pluch rug. Oh god, I really don't wanna cry in front of him. I miss everything, everyone, my room, my house, Poncho, Ryan, my mom, firends... I wonder if my moms alive. What if she came home before they left? They wouldn't kill her would they? No, they wouldn't, couldn't.

But....shes not my real mother. All these thoughts were whirling in my head. A tear slowly fell from my face and onto the carpet. Demetri cupped my chin so I was looking at him. More tears silently falling. I half hoped all these mixed emotions were because of the stupid pills. Demetri's eyes mirrored my saddness, and he didn't say anything, only sat on the bed and pulled me into his lap. Yup, Im thinking the pills, because I kinda liked sitting there. He ran his fingers through my hair slowly as a casade of tears escaped. My head lay on his chest. I could hear his heart beating steadly, mine was proubly jumping everywhere from my sobbs. Slowly the tears stopped falling and his breathing calmed me. "Im sorry" he whispered. I thought of somthing to say back, like 'You should be' but I didn't want to make anyone sadder. He gently pulled my sleeve back to reveal what I was trying to hide. I did a good job at it, all stright and symitrical. But I doubt he would aprove. His thumb traced each line carfully, but when he got to the newer ones, I flinched. You could tell I just did those, just barley scabbing over. He looked at me carfully, his eyes full of...I didn't think it possible, but it was love. "Promise me, you'll never hurt yourself again." he said, seeming to look stright through me. I could stop...mabey, or I could try at least. "I promise" I whispered.

He didnt need any convincing, and he picked up my chin, leaning down until our lips touched. Mind over matter, my mind screaming no, body saying yes. Our lips moved together slowly, then picking up speed. His hand was at the back of my neck, his lips warm, sending an ecited shock through me. He must have felt it to, because he was the one picking up speed. His toungh tryed to get acess into my mouth, proving I had more self control, because there was no way for that happening. His other hand moved twords my side, and I ghasped as he touched one of my old scars. He took the opurtenity and his tounge entered my mouth. I wanted to back up then, but it felt so right. Okay, this is not going to happen. I pushed agensist him, and we broke apart, ghasping. Yeah, your mind and body are two diffrent things, because I did not want to kiss him, or did I? He was looking at me with a gentle smile. "Im ganna have to tell Aliki about your wrist" he said. I looked at him shocked for a moment, didn't he already? Or about me doing it now? I recovered quickly, "No, don't" I pleaded. I could see him hiding a smirk. "You promised" he said. I didn't have a come back to that, but I had a feeling he was using compulsion, but I didn't have proof really. Noticing I was still in his lap, I moved off him and stood up, he stood up too. He really was taller that me, him like 6"4 me being 5"3. He took my hand and squeezed it gently. "Get some sleep Kit" he said, and vanished out the door. Kit? where the-ooh...Kitten, that what he said I looked like before. I didn't need prompting, and I crawled under the covers, not caring aboput what I was wearing. I fell into a dreamless sleep.

My eyes slowly flittered open, and I took in everything that happened, well not last night, because it was morning. I sat up and looked around the room. Okay thats the first time I didn't find him being a creeper and watching me. I stood up and looked at the clock that was on my dresser, 8:03 am. That was early, for me anyway. I changes quickly, blue skinny jeans, and red aro V neck. I trew on my hoodie, feeling councius about my wrist. I had a