Chapter 11

Over My Head

I wish you were a stranger I could disengage
To say that we agree and then never change
Soften a bit until we all just get along

Over My Head (Cable Car)- A Day To Remember

After everyone had left, Luke made a quick run to the store to buy light bulbs. The night had consisted of cleaning and replacing the lights in the entire house. Even the lights that hadn't been on, had exploded. I cringed at this and was almost eager to get back to Kelan. I really needed to get my powers under control.

I tried my best not to think about Kelan and our...past together as I sat on the couch, smashed between my brother and my dad.

"So I was thinking we should do something together tomorrow," My dad suggested, his eyes on me and Lucas.

"Like what," Lucas was currently shoving Doritos down his throat.

My dad shrugged. "It's up to you guys,"

"There's a bowling alley in Forks," Sue piped up from the kitchen.

The three of us looked at each other. "Bowling?" I mouthed to them.

"It could be fun," My dad looked at both Lucas and I. I turned and studied my brother.

"Alright," We said at the same time, and then laughed.

"I swear, you guys act like you've never been bowling," Sue came in from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel. That made the three of us crack up, leaving Sue confused.

Dad was the first to sober up. "We haven't," An incredulous look crossed Sue's face.

"Really," She asked and we nodded. "Oh, well maybe you should bring a couple of people with you, then," Sue's voice was dripping with hints.

"Well, why doesn't your family join us," My dad suggested and I swear I wanted to slam my face into a wall. I would have to be confronted with my brother and Leah being all coupley.

"Can I bring Paul," I asked my dad. He eyed me a bit and then nodded. I fist pumped and hissed a "Yes,"

"Alright Catie, why don't you head up to bed," Dad told me. He hasn't told me when to go to bed since I was twelve, but I wasn't about to argue with him. I was tired and eager to talk to Kelan and work on my control.

"Sure sure, Daddy," I kissed his cheek and then Lucas'. "Night guys, love you," I took the stairs two at a time, rushing through washing my face and brushing my teeth. I went to my room and closed the door. The comforter was all askew, which made me blush and smile. I turned my iPod on and put on my classical music playlist.

As I buried myself in my blankets, I could feel the effects of the day crash down on me. The music drifting through my room, hummed me into slumber.

The world seemed to shake for a few moments before I opened my eyes and found myself inside the same colorful tent as before. I was still laying down, it was as if my body had never left and that I merely been asleep and dreaming.

"Good morning, Cate," I heard the familiar male voice above me. I sat up and looked at Kelan. He was dressed in different clothes, but otherwise it looked as if he hadn't moved from his spot.

"Hi," I greeted him, running a hand through my hair.

"How was your holiday," He asked me.

"Good. My dad was there," I pondered on the day. "It was actually really hectic, but in a good way. I kinda, blew all the lights out in the house," I sighed. "Again,"

He chuckled. "May I ask what you were doing when that happened," I felt my face heat up. I so did not want to tell Kelan that I had been making out with Paul.

"Um, well," I gulped and looked away from him. "I was with Paul,"

"You're boyfriend," He confirmed and I nodded. "I see," I let my eyes drift to Kelan. He looked crestfallen, angry and jealous all at the same time.

I ignored this. "Well, let's get started. I'm really getting tired of blowing up my relatives' house,"

After what felt like several hours, I was slightly sweaty as Kelan described to me the flow of energy that ran through every living and nonliving being.

"Every thing has it's own energy. There is a constant flow and we fey are very sensitive to it. We can sense this energy and can mold and shape it as we please. But even though we can sense all types of energy, most fey can only control one type of energy, one type of element. So can you tell me the elements," he quizzed.

"Um, electricity, water, earth, wind, fire...I think that's it,"

"Yes, some only think of the four elementals, but electricity is very much apart of nature," He nodded at me. The sky had darkened and the fireflies had returned where they hummed around me, bringing me a sense of warmth, a warmth that reminded me of Paul.

"Cate," Kelan's voice was annoyed.

"What," I asked, breaking myself away from my thoughts.

"You need to pay attention. This is very important," He crossed his arms. Oh, no. He did not just talk down to me.

I was up in a flash and standing in front of him. "Don't talk to me as if I am a child. I understand that is important, but this isn't the only important thing in my life. I'm trying my hardest to get ready for the dark forces. But don't you get it. I haven't been your queen in for over a thousand years! All I have are the memories you have given me. Speaking of me being your queen, who the hell do you think you are, talking to me like that anyways! Don't think that you can just stop respecting me because I'm a different person. I am still your queen," I huffed in anger. Really, he was going to act like that. I could feel the air whip around me violently as my anger maintained itself.

"I don't need this," I whispered, letting the wind carry my voice to Kelan who just stood there, his face impassive. "I'm just a kid and I understand that...that I suppose to take over, but I'm not sure I even want to. The memories...well they're just that, memories. I still feel a connection to the people, but I'm not sure if I even want to be queen anymore. I...I love the life I have now. I love my family, Paul, the pack, my friends. I don't think I can give them up. I will help you and defeat the Darkness but I don't want that life," I couldn't help but tell him the truth. I did feel a connection to my past life, but the connection to my current life was stronger than that one.

I understand how you feel.

So, thats why I have this inner voice. You're the voice of my past life.

In a way, yes. But I'm just you.

I don't know what to do. I feel so lost, so confused. How could things be so different? I, you loved Kelan so much, as much as I love Paul.

Yes, I loved Kelan. Notice, we do care for him. But we have Paul now. He is the one for you, me.

Why did you act all...well stupid, before?

She laughed. Because, I couldn't tell you that I am the voice of your past life as queen of the fey. I figured I would be...more of a friend. A voice of reason in your times of need.

Well, I need you to help me decided. How can I give up one life for another?

I can't tell you want to do. That is all up to you. If you choose to not leave your current life, then I will continue to live on with you. Once you die, my spirit will die too. For we are the same. You are me, reborn.

Why me? Why were you born into me?

I had no control over it. I simply waited. The natural flow of the energies lead my spirit to you.

I'm scared.

I know you are. I am technically you. I may occupy a certain part of your brain, but I am still you. Believe it or not, your personality is just like mine.

Then how is it, that you seem more mature?

Catie, She laughed again. I am thousands of years old. I've had more than enough time to grow up and learn maturity.

Oh, well thats interesting...Hey whenever I'm with my family or...Paul, where are you?

Like I said, I am you. It may seem hard to understand since I am talking to you like I am another person, but really I'm not. I'm simply like an...over active consciousness. We are one in the same,there are no two separate people. I am you, you are me.

That's weird. So I am talking to myself, basically?

Yes.

Interesting.

Indeed. Kelan's been trying to get our attention for awhile.

I felt my eyes open and I saw a too close, overly concerned Kelan holding onto my shoulders, shaking me a bit.

"Are you alright,"

"Fine, Kelan," I sighed. "I was just...thinking,"

A look grazed his face. "Were you talking to her,"

"She is me, I am her," I answered him. He let go of me and stomped away from me, angry.

"How can that be!" He shouted. "How can you be her and yet be so different?"

"Believe it or not, I act just like her, her thoughts are my thoughts. The Aislin you knew was much more mature than I am. I had years to develop that. I was also from a different time. This time that I was born in has effected me and yes, it has changed me in many ways, but I am still Aislin. I have a different life now, one so different from the one I lived a thousand years ago. I have changed. People change, simple as that. Do you expect me to believe that you haven't changed in all this time, Kelan? I noticed the differences you. You are more mature, yourself. You are a bit angrier than before. You carry yourself a little differently, no doubt the effect of being king," I said, sitting back on the ground, leaning back onto my hands. He stopped his incessant pacing and sat down across from me.

"So you are her," He paused. "Why is it your feelings have changed for me?"

"I've fallen in love with another. I am bonded to him in a way that can not be undone. The werewolves are interesting. They have this bonding called, imprinting. Paul was made for me. He is my other half. It's almost impossible to describe with words," I sighed, thinking of Paul. "He completely rocks my world,"

"What...what about me," Kelan asked. "What about your feelings for me,"

"I still care for you, but as far as the relationship we had before, that is over," I told him. It would only hurt him to let him hang and linger on the a useless hope. I didn't want him to hurt like that.

His face fell. "I understand, I guess," He sighed and looked up. "It is time for you to go back, but we made good progress today. How do you feel about your control,"

"Better. I still think it could be better, but I think I can stop blowing lights," I half smiled. Kelan let a smile grace his face, but it was a bit forced.

"Oh there is something I need to give you," He said, reaching into his shirt pocket. He pulled out three bracelets.

"What are those,"

"These are special stones that you wore all the time. Stones, just like plants or animals have special energies. This one," He held up the first bracelet. "is blue lace agate. It helps promote peacefulness, positivity and neutralize anger." He clicked the bracelet around my left wrist. The blue and white marbled stone was a smooth sphere, connected by twisted pieces of metal to form the bracelet. "This one is autumn jasper. It protects against negative energy," This stone was all colors of red, orange and green. The colors where so similar to autumn it wasn't hard to see where it had gotten it's name from. "Finally, this is onyx," He clicked the bracelet of deep black stone around my wrist. "This is a protection stone. It will deflect the negative energy of others, keep you safe from harm, aid you in making decisions and it will help you overcome any feelings of loneliness you may have,"

All the bracelets were made different, but they fit on my left wrist perfectly. They weren't too loose or too snug.

"Thanks, Kelan," I smiled at him.

"I'll see you tomorrow then," He nodded to me and I stood up.

"See ya later," I threw a wave over my shoulder as I made my way to the tent and my make-shift bed. I settled into my bed, turning the lamps all the way down and silently calling for the fireflies. Soon they were hovering over me, creating a peaceful glow. I let my eyes close and felt myself fall back into nothingness.

After what seemed to be maybe an hour, I woke up in my bed at the Clearwaters. It felt so weird that I would sleep only to wake up again. I felt like I hadn't been getting any sleep and while my body was rested, my mind was always on, never really turning off.

I slid out of bed and grabbed my towel, heading for a quick shower. I saw Seth coming out of his room with his towel. We narrowed our eyes at each other and raced for the bathroom. Needless to say, I lost and had to wait while Seth showered.

I tried to take off the bracelets so they didn't get wet, but they wouldn't come off. The clasps to them were gone, as if they had been welded on to me.

Once I was showered and back in my room, I started pulling clothes from my latest online shopping venture. I had already tried them all on and sent back the ones I didn't like, so I was left with clothes that I absolutely loved and looked good in.

I pulled out my newest pair of skinny pants, made of a stretchy velvet. They weren't the easiest things to get into, but I got them on and confirmed that they still looked good on me.

Next came a black tank top, from the same designer of the pants. I decided that a creamy beige blazer would finish off the look and pulled it out of my closet, setting it on my bed. Just as I finished my make-up, there was a knock at my door. Before I could say anything, the door was opening and my dad was poking his head in.

"Morning Dad," I smiled at him. He came into my room, a plastic bag in his hand. "What do you got there,"

He dropped the bag into my lap. "Your presents," I eagerly torn through the bag, pulling out two ring boxes. I opened the first and was greeted by the gold Claddagh ring. I slipped it on to my thumb and was happy that it fit nicely. I opened the next box and felt the air leave me as I stared at the ring. The purple stone gleamed up at me as the rush of memories flooded through my head.

I automatically put the on my left ring finger, knowing it belonged there.

"So what do you think," My dad cleared his throat after I was silent for awhile.

"I love 'em," I stood up and hugged my dad, thanking him.

Dad stepped back. "Hey, whenever you're done getting ready, I want you to meet me downstairs. I want to have a little chat with you,"

I groaned, but I had been expecting this. With all the changes that had happened since I had moved to La Push, my dad was bound to be interested, especially since I had a boyfriend now.

"Don't worry, I already got to your brother," He told me with an amused smirk.

"And you didn't let me listen in! What the crap, Dad!" I laughed. I pulled on my blazer and then pulled my hair into a ponytail. I slipped in my earrings, put on my rings and put a bracelet onto my right wrist. "Done,"

"Do you plan on going barefoot, Catie," My dad raised an eyebrow at me and I rolled my eyes. I reached into my closet, already knowing which box I wanted. I slipped into the beige and black heels.

"There, now let's go," I said, holding the door open for my dad. I closed the door behind me and followed my dad down the stairs.

After throwing on my coat and grabbing an umbrella, my dad and I started our walk.

"So how's everything here, no lies," My dad started off.

"Like I said before, I was miserable here at first. Then I met Paul and he made things better," I sighed, putting my free hand into my coat pocket. "I'm going to call that dance school in Forks on Monday and check them out. So things won't be horrible, at all,"

"Anything else you wanna tell me," I looked up to meet my Dad's dark eyes. He knew something. And he was testing me, seeing if I would tell him.

I narrowed my eyes. "You talked to Luke, I'm sure you know,"

"How about we say the word at the same time, and then we'll both know what the other knows," He suggested. This was a game we use to play when I was little.

"Fine. On three. One, two, three,"

"Werewolves,"

"Werewolves," Aha! I was right. He did know. "Luke told you, I'm guessing,"

Dad nodded. "He did. Apparently he had to ask Sam first,"

"Yeah, Sam's the pack leader,"

"Why don't you tell me about this, imprinting. I've heard from...a imprinter, I wanna hear about it from the imprintee,"

I sighed. This was one talk I did not want to have with my dad. "I'm pretty sure it's the same for me as it for Lukey. I love Paul, he loves me. He's my soul mate, my other half, my true love. I could go on and on about it, but its as simple as that. We love each other,"

"Catie, you must realize how hard this is for me. I thought I was sending you some where safe and more normal than what's going on back in New York at the moment,"

"I am safe," I stressed. "I got a pack of wolves watching my back,"

He sighed. "Cate, that's just it. Werewolves. Your brother told me a bit about it. They can't control themselves," I cut him off.

"You do realize you are talking about your own son, right?"

"I think you should come back to New York with me," His voice held a note of finality. That meant it wasn't really an option to me.

"Are you crazy!?" I yelled. We had stopped walking as I twisted to face him.

"Cate, you could back to your school. You could dance again," He knew my weakness. It wasn't fair that he was playing on it.

"Well, there is more to my life now than just dance. And you only have yourself to blame for that. If you hadn't sent me here in the first place, none of this would have happened," I took several deep breaths, reining in my energy, keeping it in a ball inside of me.

"Catherine, you do well to think about the life you have here and the life you left behind in New York. Do you really want to stay here? This place will take you no where,"

"You know what, Dad," I gulped. "All I had in New York was my dancing. Here, I have a family. They annoy the hell out of me, sure, but they care about me. They are always there for me when I need someone. They don't let me bury myself in my misery and my dancing. Dancing was so important to me because it was all I had. Well, I have more than I ever had in New York," I could feel the burning in my nose that warned me of tears, but I kept them in. I took another deep breath. The words were true. Pictures of Paul, Lucas, Emily, the Clearwaters, and the rest of the pack flashed through my mind. I had a family that I never knew I had wanted or needed.

"So you don't even care about your dancing career anymore, is that it?" He challenged me.

"No, there are just more important things to care about now. See, that is your problem. You saw your career as the only important thing in your life. There is more to life than work. Maybe if you and Mom had put your kids before your stupid careers, maybe we wouldn't be here. Maybe if you had paid a bit more attention to your family, your wife wouldn't have cheated on you-" My sentence was punctuated with a slapping sound and then me falling to the muddy road with a stinging and burning sensation across the left side of my face.

I swung my head to glare up at my Dad, tears running down my face.

"Catie," He whispered and reached for me.

"No! Don't touch me," I yelled as I got up. I knew that Emily's house was only a minute away and so I started running there and away from my father, who called after me.

I tried to hold it together as I reached the small blue house, my head pounding. I quickly made my way up the path and knocked on the door, trying to wipe away some of the blood from my lip and tears off my cheeks.

The door swung open and there stood Sam. He took one look at me and pulled me inside the house, slamming the door shut.

"Jesus Christ, Cate," He said as he used his hand to lift my chin up to get a better look at my lip. "Em!" He yelled and Emily came bustling around the corner. "Who hit you," Sam asked me, his voice too calm.

"My dad," I whispered.

"Oh my god," Emily cried as she rushed to me, cradling my face in her warm hands. It was then that the dam burst and the tears came in torrents down my face. Emily pulled me towards her and let me sob into her shoulder. She shushed me and told me that it was gonna be okay.

"Sam, can you get the car from Harry? She's going to need to go to the hospital," Emily told him over my shoulder. I pulled away her, quickly.

"No, no," I said in a broken voice, shaking my head. "I provoked him. I shouldn't have said what I said," I didn't want my dad to get in trouble, no matter how angry I was at him.

"Cate, sweetie, you have to," Emily said, rubbing her hands up and down my arms as Sam ran out the door. "Even if your lip wasn't that busted up, I would still make you go, just in case. And it doesn't matter what you did or said, no one should ever hit you, ever," Her eyes had hardened with anger and I knew there was no fighting Emily.

I slowly nodded my head. "Okay," I sniffed.

Sam showed up a few moments later with the Harry and Sue's black car. Emily got an ice pack and wrapped it in a towel, telling me to hold it to my face as we walked out the door. Sam got out, leaving the car running and Emily slid into the driver's seat. Once we were buckled in, Sam came to Emily's window.

"Paul's out on patrol," He told me.

"Make sure he's here when I get back, please," I smiled at him, cringing at the pain that it caused my face. "And don't tell Luke," He nodded.

"We'll be back soon," Emily gave Sam a peck on the lips. "Love you," She drove off to the hospital.

We spent more time waiting than anything else. The doctor came in asked me some questions, including how it happened; I told him I fell down.

He concluded that I didn't have a concussion and then had the nurse fix up my lip. She disinfected it and then put a clear liquid over it. It felt like super glue. They told me to keep ice on it, take some pain relievers when I need to and that I would probably have some nasty bruises.

"Why didn't you want Sam to tell your brother," Emily asked on the way home.

"Because Luke will go ballistic when he finds out what our dad did," I sighed, lip feeling heavy and swollen.

"Don't be surprised if you find more than your brother and Paul upset about this," She warned me. "Believe it or not, we take this kind of thing pretty serious around here,"

"I'm sure lots of parents hit their kids," I protested.

"Spanking, Cate, is different. A smack when they do something you told them not to do, but back handing your child because she said something you didn't like, is not alright. Busting up your daughter's face is not okay, Cate." Emily seemed rather passionate about it, so I let it go and gave her a small 'okay'. It was then that I noticed my pants.

"I'm never going to get the mud out of these," I huffed, angrily. Emily simply laughed.

Paul was waiting for me when we got back to Emily's house. He had his hands cradling my face gently, as soon as I walked in the door.

"God, Cate," He whispered as his hands trembled. I wrapped my hands around his, resting the good side of my face against his palm.

"I'm fine, okay," I told him, trying to calm him. "It's just my lip,"

His eyes narrowed. "No, it's your entire side of your face," I pulled away from him and spun to the mirror that was in the living room. God, he was right.

Underneath my eye was considerably darker and swollen; an angry mark laid across my temple and down to my cheek that was turning dark. The rest of my cheek was slightly swollen and starting to bruise.

"That's going to be ugly," I muttered, tears welling in my eyes. I turned and Paul was already there, wrapping his arms around me as I cried quietly against him.

"Cate," Emily was standing next to us a glass of water in her hand. I pulled away from Paul slightly and she handed me two white pills. I swallowed them down with the water, handing the empty glass back to her.

"I'm going to call Sue and tell her what happened," She said. I sighed, but nodded. She was going to do it anyways. "You're going to stay here tonight and I'll tell Leah to bring some of your things over,"

"But-" I started and she cut me off with a wave of her hand.

"You're staying," That was all Emily said as she turned in a flurry, going into the kitchen. I sighed and leaned into Paul.

"Come on," He lead me to a part of the house I had never been. It was a small bedroom, slightly bigger than Paul's old bedroom, but the space was taken up by a full sized bed covered in a thick quilt.

I kicked off my muddy heels, hoping I could get them clean. I was about to get into the bed when I remembered my pants. I groaned.

"What, what's wrong," Paul asked in a rush, his hands going everywhere.

"No, it's my pants," I pointed to them and he sighed in relief. "Do you have a pair of sweats or something I could borrow? I don't wanna get your pretty bed all dirty," I asked Paul.

"Of course," He smiled and reached into the tall dresser, pulling out a pair of his cut off sweats. I tugged my coat off, then removing my blazer which was still clean. I took the cut offs from Paul and quickly took my pants off, not caring that Paul was there and pulled his sweats on. They were huge on me, but I tugged the draw string as far as it would go and then rolled the waist a couple of times.

I looked up to find Paul staring at me, his eyes glazed over. The look made something in the pit of my stomach tighten. I torn my eyes from his and crawled into his bed, getting under the covers, being surrounded by the scent that was Paul.

I felt the bed dip and looked up to find Paul crawling in next to me. He got under the covers, but hovered over me, his body not quite resting on mine, but trapping me nonetheless.

"Can I kiss you, Catie," He asked me as his lips brushed against my injured cheek. I swallowed and then let him press his lips to mine. He hardly applied any pressure, afraid to hurt my lip, so I wrapped a hand around his neck and pressed our lips harder against one another.

My mouth opened and Paul dipped his tongue in, sending me buzzing with pleasure. As usual, he wasn't wearing a shirt, so I let my free hand roam all over his hard chest and abdomen. Paul let more of his weight rest on me and I let him settle in between my hips.

Paul moved his lips and tongue down to my neck and exposed collarbone as his large, hot hands moved to the hem of my tank top. His hand skimmed the skin there before moving over my stomach and I felt his finger tips at the underside of my breasts.

I pulled his head and mouth back up to mine and enjoyed the taste that was Paul.

I wanted Paul to touch me, I wanted to feel him. This was what I needed at that moment. I needed someone to just touch me and love me. And not just someone, but Paul. I needed for him to show me that he still wanted me.

"Paul," I whimpered against his lips when his hand ran over my covered breasts. I could feel them tighten in response and when his hands made another pass, I couldn't help the small moan that escaped me.

Paul attack my breasts and lips hungrily...until there came a knock at the door.

"Motherfucking shit," Paul whispered as he lifted himself off me. I tugged my shirt down and tried to make it look like I hadn't been totally sucking face with my boyfriend.

Paul pulled the door open to reveal Leah, holding one of my Louie bags. She ignored Paul, pushing past him. She set my bag on the bed and she did something I wouldn't have ever even dreamed of her doing.

"I'm sorry about what happened," She said, looking over my face, actually looking very sorry.

"Not your fault, but thanks," I shrugged, smiling up at her.

She nodded. "They didn't want you to know, but Luke found out about what your dad did,"

"What!?" I screamed, jumping out of the bed and digging through the bag Leah dropped on the bed. I pulled out the jeans, sneakers and hoodie she had packed for me. Comfort clothes. "Who the hell told him!"

"He overhead Em and Mom talking on the phone," She shrugged.

"Well, what's happening," I asked her as I slid the sweat pants off and my jeans on, shoving my feet into my shoes.

"Cate, what do you think you are doing," Paul demanded as he came pulled me up, off the bed.

"I have to stop what ever is happening or is about to happen," I threw a look over to Leah for her to tell me and she look undecided. "Just tell me Leah,"

"No, you're not getting in the middle of that!" Paul snapped at me. I tried to push him off, but it was no use. He had an iron grip on me.

"Leah," I whined.

She sighed, rubbing a hand through her hair. "I'm not really sure what's happening, but whenever Luke finds your dad, especially if he gets a look at you first, he's going to go crazy on your dad,"

"I can't let them fight! Not over me," I protested against Paul, but he wasn't letting up.

"Cate, no matter what, Luke is going to do what he wants. You can't stop him. You'll upset him more if he sees you. I couldn't imagine seeing my sister, with her face busted up thanks to my dad, and not wanting to kill him for laying a hand on her,"

I pouted. "You don't have a sister,"

"Or a dad. It's hypothetical," He reminded me. I sighed, sagging against him, knowing that he was right.

"Well I can't just stand around and do nothing," Paul hugged me close.

"You should probably give Luke a call," Leah suggested. I had forgotten she was there for a moment. "Explain to him what exactly went down,"

I nodded and gave Paul a quick kiss on the lips, ignoring the slight pain in mine. I held onto his hand as we walked out into the kitchen. I was surprised to see Jared there along with Sam and Emily.

"Shit, dude," Jared said, stuffing a muffin in his mouth. "Your face looks-" Same elbowed him, causing him to choke a little on the bread product.

"It's alright, I just...need to make a phone call," I grabbed the phone and head back into the living room, away from prying ears. I quickly dialed the Clearwater's number. It rang twice before I heard Sue's worried voice.

"Hey, it's Cate,"

"Oh, dear, are you alright. Emily called but-"

"I'm fine, Sue, really. I just need to talk to Luke," I told her. I heard her yelling for Luke and the phone being passed.

"Cate?" My brother's voice came.

"Don't do anything retarded," I said as my greeting. "Listen, I wanna tell you what happened this morning,"

He sighed, pausing. "I'm listening." I told him, almost line for line, what was said. He didn't say anything for awhile.

"I shouldn't have said that to him," I conceded.

"No matter what you said to him, it doesn't give him an excuse to hurt you, Catie," I could hear the strain in his voice.

"I just don't want you doing anything you'd regret later on. I don't want there to be a rift between you guys because of me,"

"Catie...no matter what would have happened today, Dad and I still wouldn't be on the best of terms,"

My brow furrowed. "What do you mean,"

"He's not exactly supportive of the whole wolf thing. He thinks that I had some type of control over it. Even after I explained to him that it wasn't anything anyone could control, that it was just in my genes, he still didn't get it."

"I didn't know that," I sighed, dropping my head into my hand, only then remembering my swollen face when a sharp pain traveled through my head. "Ouch, dammit,"

"Are you alright," Lucas' worried voice asked me.

"Yeah, I'm good. I gotta go and lay down. I'll see you tomorrow. Remember nothing retarded,"

He forced a laugh. "I can't promise anything. Love you, Cate,"

"Love you too, Luke," I pressed the off button and continued sitting on the couch. God. Could my life get anymore fucked up? I'm a faery with some wicked powers. I'm surrounded by werewolves, not that that was a bad thing. My dad fucked up my face, and I sorta deserved it, in a way.

And I had school on Monday. Everyone should see my face and I would be gossip of the school. I could imagine the rumors now.

I stood up and went back into the kitchen, setting the phone in its cradle. I looked around at the people occupying the small table. I looked pointedly at Paul, Jared and Sam who were chowing down on lunch.

"I want you three," I pointed at them. "there to stop my brother from doing anything stupid. God knows he can't control himself," My eyes flashed to Paul. "Nevermind. Paul, you're staying here,"

"What? Oh, come on-" He started complaining.

"No. You'll probably want to rip my dad apart too. And I can't let anyone do that," I paused. "He is still my dad, no matter what,"

"We'll be there, Cate, don't worry," Sam said, going from hungry wolfman to pack leader in second.

"Thanks," I sighed and rubbed my good temple. "Em, can I have more pain reliever?" She shook her head at me, with a soft smile.

"Sorry, not for another two hours,"

"Damn,"

"Why don't you go lay down and sleep," She stressed. Alright, so Emily was a smart woman, she knew what was going on and she called me out on it.

"Sure sure," I said and then made my way back to Paul's room. I stuffed myself underneath his warm blankets and closed my eyes. What felt like a few minutes later, I felt the bed dip and Paul wrap an arm around my waist.

"Go to sleep," He whispered as he kissed my chin. I let out my muffled consent, alright drifting off to dreamland.

This time, I went to sleep. I didn't wake up, in the technicolor tent. No I just slept, dreamless and peaceful.

Thank God for small favors.

AN: Wow. Seriously, I did not expect this chapter to be this long. Nice ,right? The turn that it took at the beginning, was NOT planned and just sorta happened.

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