White Lilies

Chapter Nine: Hindsight

A shorty for today.

~19 years ago~

Her hand was placed over her stomach; she looked up at the dark-haired woman. "He won't remember me?"

"He'll remember you but not your later years. He won't remember you getting turned or…" She looked down at Laurel's hands; she could feel the tears well up in her eyes.

"Please Talia, there has to be another way!" She was on her knees holding Talia's hand, "I can't lose him I love him too much."

"He isn't fit Laurel. If I had a choice I would take your memories too but your body cannot handle it. He is too erratic, he got some random alpha to bite you and you're lucky your body accepted the bite. You could have died from it." Talia did her best to suppress her anger at her little brother at this point. "Laurel I'm doing what's the best for this family. After I take his memories you have to leave this town, I'm not going to let the same thing happen twice."

"Please Talia, I-I" She just let the tears run down her face; she just wanted to be with him. She truly loved him and his stupid snarky comments. "I- can't do this without him!"

"You're 17 Laurel and he is 19 you guys cannot handle a child. Noel is married isn't she?"

"No please, Talia you can't do this. We're a family!" She cried trying to get the great Alpha to change her mind but she knew Talia wouldn't be easily swayed. "My child still has Hale blood coursing through their veins. This child is still your kin and you will always be their aunt no matter how memories you alter." She muttered in anger her heartbeat was banging against her chest, she released Talia's hand and gripped her knees as her claws sharpen.

"Mommy!" Little Derek ran in and looked at Laurel who was on her knees crying, "Aunty Laurel?"

"Derek…" Talia gave Laurel one last look and turned her back, "I've made my decision and if you don't keep your end of the bargain, Peter's memories aren't going to be the only one that I take away." Talia walked off leaving Derek with Laurel.

"Aunty Laurel, why are you crying? Is it because I told mommy I was going to have a baby cousin?"

"No honey," She bit down on her lip trying to stop her lip from quivering, "Derek, I'm going to go away for a long time. So I'm just sad I won't be able to see my favorite big boy anymore."

~Preset day~

"Remind me why she is in the asylum Tate?" She could feel her anger rising every moment that passed she snapped her glare at him as he jumped out of his seat. Laurel tapped her fingertips on the table in annoyance waiting for her dumbass brother-in-law to answer. "Well Tate? Do I need to beat it out of you? Why the fuck is Malia in a fucking insane asylum?"

"She was out of fucking control Laurel! It was like having a rabid animal in the goddamned house, besides Noel is gone now along with my daughter! I have no business with her anymore." He slammed his hands down on the table while she was seething with anger.

"If you weren't my sister's husband, I would have ripped you apart on the spot just now. Out of respect for my sister and the love she had for you, I'll let you live. Malia will be under my supervision and guardianship because you are far from sane dear brother." She stood up and dug around in her bag, throwing a thick stack of papers at him. "I'm sure you can figure out how to fill out those papers, I'll be back tomorrow to pick them up. If they're not done by then Tate, I'll make you wish they were the moment I dropped them on the damned counter!"

"When did you become like this? It was that guy you dated in high school fault wasn't it? He made you into this beast you are now, not that sweet girl I met 20 years ago. Now you're some heated scheming whore! Did he get you into drugs? Is that why Malia is a crazy bitch now? Are all the drugs you took are affecting her now?"

"Watch your fucking mouth Tate, I might let what you what you say about me slide but if you talk about Malia like that again, not even my dead sister can stop me from ripping off your limbs." She hissed under her breath she could feel herself shifting at that point, she stormed out of the house trying to hide her true form from him.

She broke out into a sprint, dodging trees with ease; Laurel was trying to calm down her anger. If she stayed any second longer she would have killed him, she stopped to catch her breath she watched as her nails turned into sharp claws in front of her eyes. She stared at the sight in front of her and cursed her luck she was standing in what used to be the Hale house before the fire broke out. The old house drew her inside its brunt ruins, old memories rushing back in her mind many of them she planned to forget. Her held was running up and down the old stair case railing, she recalled watching a little boy playing basketball trying to be like his uncle. A tear ran down her face as she sat down on the old steps, she stared at an old picture of her and Peter from back in high school, they were at prom together. "Oh god Peter, I need you here so bad right now."

~20 years ago~

Laurel was in a crimson red dress that reached the floor, it was her dear Peter choice along with everything she was wearing. Now that she thought about it he was the biggest control freak she knew or even met for that point. Peter was waiting downstairs with her parents and Noel with her boyfriend; she couldn't remember his name so she just calls him Tate. She slipped on her heels and walked out of her room, she guess Peter heard her door because he was the first to walk to her.

"Impressive, fine feathers do make fine birds." Laurel punched him lightly in the shoulder, they have been dating for about 10 months and she was used to his comments by this point. He kissed her on the cheek and leaned into her ear, "You look stunning, my dear."

"Thanks and you look very refined in your suit, darling."

"I'm always classy and refine." He held her waist and guided her to the living room where her parents were waiting. She turned to Peter who had a bouquet of white lilies and a red lily corsage in a plastic box.

"Thank you." She took the bouquet in hand bashfully smiled; her took her left hand and tied the corsage to her wrists. "It's beautiful Peter."

Thank you for reading *insert hearts*