Why I need a labotomy

I had been avoiding going home for a week now, but I had really started missing my own bed or his I thought…shut up brain, you don't know anything…Claire you Idiot I am you, I know what you're thinking. As I rounded the corner I could see the two RV's that belonged to my house mates parked on the grass. My heart began to quicken, he was home.

Quil Ateara and I had been friends as long as I can remember, If you had to put an age to it, it would be twenty years, Quil had been there from the time I was two in so many different roles in my life, he was my brother, my best friend, my guardian, my body guard, my nurse, my disciplinary and one hell of a piece of eye candy. This right there is why I wanted a lobotomy, well not entirely that specific reason but in the past sixth months I have come to the realization that I am entirely in Love with Quil; Quil is perfection, I would be deeply mortified by his rejection and now being around him made me want to say such things that if I was to blurt it out it would mess everything up and this is why I had been avoiding him like the plague.

I pulled into the drive and parked, jumped out of truck onto the gravel and quickly trotted up the stairs, inhaled sharply, mentally preparing myself and opened the door. The lights were out, I exhaled, I was disappointed for a moment, before I was awash with relief.

Flicking the hall light on I made my way down the passage staring at the scratches on the polished floor, the kitchen lamp was on so I grabbed my mail off the Large 16 seated table, turned the kettle on and made my way to the living room.

Quil's house was huge, 4 bed three bathroom, on a half acre, with a massive, "For giant sized people" spa encompassed by a aircraft hanger, Ok I mean it was a porch but it looked big enough for an aircraft hanger to me. I plumped down on to the too big for normal people sofa's grabbing the remote off the armchair and flicking on the TV. I looked down at my mail…..bill, bill, rewards club, bill, an invitation to a fancy dress party for Ness, Bill and the last one was a surprise. I sucked in a deep breath and tore at the edge of the white envelope; it had the official Quillette insignia on the front. I unfolded the papers and began to read in my head but the final line I had to read out loud……

"We are pleased to inform you that a space has become available for a social worker at our current centre we would like to offer you the position of a qualified councilor and psychologist." ….

"Yes! You Beauty fuck the coffee!" I yelled, quickly forgetting the reason I was trying to be quiet. Oh well I don't care I have the perfect job in the perfect place and I do not have to commute 45 minutes every morning and an hour and a half every night!!!!

My house mates were not home, probably to do with some pack business. My house mates were in the famous "La Push Protectors" grouping, some deemed it a cult others a gang, but if you happened to be Quillette you happened to be privileged and you knew they were protectors and brave werewolf warriors who protected everyone on the reservation from the cold ones, or Vampires as pale faces liked to call them .The legends dated back to thousands of years I had heard them all since what could only be deemed as the beginning of time, my life same story you know. I could see how the pack could be socially misconstrued; it is rather hard to digest a group of 6'4 plus men and one woman who moved in synchronization with each other, who rarely socialized with the rest of the populace deciding rather to interact with their "brothers". They were all tall, all physically strong all physically imposing with large muscled frames which was hard to avert your eyes form considering they never wore shirts , all russet colored, all with black hair shorn close to the scalp in a unified front, all ridiculously good looking and yet too intimidating for the general public. Those who hadn't imprinted found it hard to get a lay. Most people were terrified however, I was not, I knew exactly what in this world and the make believe to be afraid of and my brothers were not something I feared.

Seeing as they were not home and I could put away my panic and stop hiding for the most part, I decided to make use of my time alone to do what every hard working 22 year old girl would do. Order some pizza, grab some beer and paint my toe nails. First of all I had to shower I still had vomit on me from work today.

My mind wondered over the thoughts of today ….