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Sooo I'm really sorry for not updating for so long but this chapter was hard to write. I had to rewrite it so many times! And then my comp kept randomly restarting on me and I would lose all my work so I would have to rewrite all of it! Anyways, I really like this chapter and yeah, enjoy!

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Ok, so now you would be wondering, 'Hmm how does she know her mother's eyes even though she is a werewolf and not a human?' the answer is simple.

Because I had seen them before, many times if I was being honest, I just didn't know what I was looking at way back when I was just a little kid and bright, sparkly things caught my attention.

Your probably also wondering about my dead mother and how she is alive when she's dead. That is something I would like to know to, because I was pretty damn sure that she was dead when I'd walked out of that hospital room.

I'd obviously made some sort of noise because Derek was giving me a weird look one that basically said 'what the hell is wrong with you?'

"That was my mother" I said, oddly calm about the whole thing,

"My dead mother." I added, blinking at the place where she had been,

"What do you mean your dead mother?!"

"I mean my dead mother."

"But if she's dead, how could she of been right there?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know I thought she was dead!?" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up I surrendered and sat down where I was standing. I buried my face in my hands and ground my palms into my eyes, hoping that everything had just been some weird dream and I would wake up any second now.

"How did she die?" What. My mind froze as I heard that question. What did he mean 'How did she die?' as my brain caught up everything snapped back to normal but kept going, anger filled me. He had no sensitivity did he? I'd just seen my mother who I'd thought was dead and then he goes and asks how she died? Seriously. What was wrong with people?!
I was suddenly standing, my hands balled into fists which really hurt for some reason, I looked down and saw blood dripping from my closed palms, opening them in shock I realised I'd gone wolf.

"Holy shit" I breathed collapsing to the ground again as my hands returned to normal,

"Kayla. Why the hell are your eyes blue?!" I shrugged,
"Another thing I've got no idea how I'm supposed to know" I muttered, not really paying attention, but just looking down at the blood still dripping from my hands.

"Do you know what that means?"

"It means you've killed someone. Someone innocent" Hearing those words snapped me back to reality,

"But…How...What…Wait…But, no that doesn't make sense!" I cursed once more putting my face into my hands which hurt immensely, but I didn't care. I also didn't care for the blood that streaked my face as I looked up,

"None of this makes sense!" I yelled, frustrated at the whole situation and angry at myself for not being able to figure it out and I was cursing myself for losing my temper and going wolf, I'd promised myself that I would never ever let that happen.
"What doesn't make sense?" Derek asked,

"She should be dead. And how the hell is she a werewolf?! Unless, no, her eyes were blue to. But…No" I felt the blood drain from my face as everything suddenly made perfect sense to me. I didn't want to believe it, of course I didn't who would want to believe something like that. Something so vile and disgusting and sick.

"What!?" Derek yelled standing in front of me now,

"How could I of been so stupid! It wasn't him!" I exclaimed, not hearing Derek or caring about him. All that mattered was that I was seriously wrong about everything that I had ever believed. That lying, manipulative bitch.

"Kayla. What the hell are you going on about?"

"Damn you Kayla! What. Are. You. Talking. About!?" Derek hissed in my face as he crouched in front of me, he looked like he was ready to kill something…or someone.

"I've got to go" I muttered there was only one way to be sure, I hated it, but I needed to know. I needed to know if all that I had ever believed and trusted in was all fake, a fluke, a lie.

Ignoring Derek's curses I sped through the tree's and darted past buildings as I reached the streets, stopping only when I was standing outside the 13th door on the 5th floor of the apartment building. I didn't hesitate to walk in without knocking, I knew the door would be open and I just prayed that he was there and not drunk.

As I walked in I cursed as my hopes were proven wrong. He was there which was good. But he was drunk. So drunk he had passed out on the floor in a pool of his own vomit. I cringed at the rancid smell and cursed my father for being so damn stupid. I had no idea when he was going to wake up and I couldn't take the chance of him leaving or getting drunk again.

There was only one answer and it made my skin prickle.

Shrugging off my jacket I put it on the kitchen bench as I walked past it and then continued into the bathroom which made me cringe. Opening the cabinet I triumphantly pulled out the cleaning supplies that where somehow still in there and then walked back out, I was trying to determine where to start with the mess when Derek appeared in the doorway.

I ignored him and went to pick my father up, dragging him down the hallway I dumped him in the bathtub, struggling to lift him in there, with a disgusted look at him I went back out into the hall to start on the mess there, I was unable to remove the cringe from my face as I wielded the cleaning products at the mess on the ground.

Standing when I was done I desperately wanted to just leave all the other mess for another time, if there was going to be another time, which I doubted, but hey anything's possible right?

I sighed and grabbed more garbage bags and then made my way through the apartment, filling three bags before I was done. Dumping them by the door I made my way to the bathroom and cringed again as the distinctive smell of alcohol and vomit mixed with the smell of disinfectant and lemons from my cleaning.

I glared at my father as I turned the tap in the bath tub on and dumped soap all over him. I managed to get most of the vomit off of him and then started drying him, as I was doing this I thought about why I was doing it. He had never been there for me, or done anything for me. At least that was the way I remembered it, but maybe I remembered it wrong, or saw it differently. Maybe I had been lied to and deceived. I sighed in frustration, I needed answers and I needed them now.

Throwing the towel over him I turned off the light as I walked out. Heading to my old bedroom I only realised that the light was on and someone was in there when I was actually standing in the doorway.

"Why are we here?" Derek asked,

"Correction. Why are you here?" Good on me. Even when I was tired my wit was as sharp as ever,

"I'm here because I need answers and he is the only one who can give them to me"

"And what's this?" Derek asked holding up a picture that both brought a smile to face but made me want to cry and rip it up at the same time.

"If you had asked me three weeks ago I would have said a family picture and one of the best days of my life. Ask me now and I would say that that is a photo of a liar, a drunkard, a dead girl and one who has no idea what the hell to do with her life" I stated simply, walking towards him and trying to get the photo back. He jerked it away and then held it close to my face,

"Who's that?" he asked tapping a smiling silver blonde haired girl with big blue eyes.

"My sister"

"Where is she now?" He just couldn't give me a break could he?

"She's dead"

"How did she die?"

"What the hell Derek?! Can you not see that I can't handle this shit right now?" I yelled, tears began streaming down my face and I hurried to grab the photo back. It was all I had left of when my family had been happy and whole. I hugged the photo to my chest and sniffed, blinking through the tears I glared at Derek,

"Just get out" I muttered.

"How." He asked again, I gave him the coldest, hardest, most evil look I could,

"Ask me three weeks ago I would have said she died of an unknown cause. Now?" I sniffed,

"I would say that the lying bitch who called herself my mother killed her for some reason." I breathed, the tears wouldn't stop coming and I struggled to talk through them,

"You wanted to know why my eyes were blue, right." I huffed, Derek nodded cautiously

"It was because after he tried to force me to come back here I didn't go straight to the forest. I went somewhere else first. I went to the hospital that my mother was in. She was dying, Derek, dying slowly and painfully. I couldn't stand to see her hurt as much as I was at that moment, I didn't want her to have to go through what I was. She had done so much for I wanted to do something for her. So I put her out of her pain. At least that's what I thought." I said, the tears stopped for a moment and so did my heart at the look on Derek's face.

"And you know what?" I hissed, looking down at the photo in my hands,

"I wish that she hadn't survived somehow and become a werewolf" I muttered darkly, the photo fluttered to the ground as I let it drop from my hands, it fell on the floor in two pieces,

"I wish she had died that die."