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I rolled over as sunlight threatened to make me open my eyes and face the new day. With a sigh I let my eyes open and regretted it as soon as I did. I hurried to shut them but that didn't make the pain that blossomed from my jaw to the top of my skull disappear.
"Shit" I mumbled as I stood, letting my eyes open once more, my face was creased into a wince as I walked out of my room and into the bathroom where a rancid smell hit me like yet another punch in the face. Resisting the urge to gag (which didn't go so well) I flipped on the light and walked in only to walk straight back out at what I'd just seen in the mirror.
A large dark purple bruise had spread itself across most of my left jaw and had crawled its way up my cheek and also along my chin. No amount of makeup would cover that bruise up.
Not that I would ever wear makeup in my life.
I glared at the sleeping, once more vomit covered person who was my father as he lay, still passed out, in the bath tub. I sighed and decided to deal with him later.
Walking away from the bathroom and the horrid smell I ventured down the hall and stopped in my tracks as I came to the lounge room with the kitchen branching off to my left. I don't know what made me stop, but something did.
Maybe it was the shock of seeing the place I'd grown up in without seeing nothing but rubbish and hate.
Maybe it was the fact that I had finally processed and accepted what had happened the night before.
Maybe it was the comforting smell of coffee that suddenly over-powered every other scent in the apartment.
Or maybe, just maybe it was because the whole freaking pack was standing in my living room with large goofy smiles on their faces presumably at my face which I hoped was filled with disgust.
I hated surprises.
"What are you all doing here?" I asked through gritted teeth as I folded my arms over my chest, I glared accusingly at Derek but all I got was a shrug and a look that said 'This is so not my fault!' I turned the glare onto Scott but changed it into a raised eyebrow at the last moment. No one had answered my question yet and it was really starting to piss me off,
"Well?" I hissed, looking at each of them in turn.
"Technically we're here to see if you're ok…" Stiles started after another long minute of silence, his eyes flicked to the bruise on my face as he said that,
"But really, we all just want to know what the hell is going on" Peter finished.
"And I also personally want to know what is up with that" he added on, gesturing to my face which suddenly ached even more as everyone's eyes immediately began staring at it.
"Well. I guess it's for the best if everyone knows. So I guess we should go from the start" I sighed as I walked over and sat down. I thought about how I was going to start for a moment but then knew exactly where to.
"When I first came to Beacon Hills, I had a perfectly normal family. Or so I thought. Anyway, I was 10 and my little sister was only 6. I remember the night this all started so clearly. Crystal clear." I muttered, closing my eyes I forced myself to continue. This was not something I liked talking about at all, but hey who would want to talk about their little sister's murder?
"I was sitting right here" I whispered, clutching the cushion I was sitting on, this couch had been in our family ever since I could remember, the faded red velvet was a comforting sight for me now, but also brought back many unwanted memories.
"I heard my sister scream from her room. It was the most horrifying sound I ever heard. My father was up in an instant and he told me to stay where I was, just sitting there. That was when I made the worst mistake of my life. I didn't listen to him." I whispered wiping away a tear that had managed to escape from my still closed eyes.
"I got up and followed silently and you know what I saw?" I hissed, looking up at them all for a split second with hatred in my eyes,
"I saw the poor excuse for a mother holding my dying sister in her arms and my father standing there as well with his pocket knife in his hand." I stared each of them in the eye for a few seconds before continuing.
"That's where the lying began" I spat,
"What do you mean?" Erica asked, a puzzled look was plastered on her face and I was seriously tempted to punch her. Well not so much her but definitely something.
"They didn't know I'd seen what I had and guess what they decided to tell me. Well, I should say what my mother told me. She told me that my father had killed my sister, she told me that she had woken up from a nightmare, that's why she'd screamed. My mother told me that when she'd gone into the room to comfort my sister, my father had appeared soon after and used his pocket knife to kill her…." I choked the last words out and then buried my face into my hands glad of the pain that it caused, pain was better than feeling nothing.
"All those years I thought my father was a cold-blooded murderer but I was wrong, so very wrong. When I was 15, so two years ago, my mother was in a car accident, she almost died and was in a coma for a whole year. I went and saw her every single day wishing that we could switch positions, that she wouldn't have to suffer, that she would just wake up and we could go back to normal and pretend like nothing had ever happened. For that entire year I could think of nothing but her and that any day, any minute, any second she could be taken away from me, just like my sister was. But she wasn't." When I had ever had to tell someone what it was like going through that I would say almost the same thing, but with hatred for my father and love for my mother, when I got to that point I would always smile. Not this time.
"She woke up, still incredibly serious injuries, but she woke up. I visited her every day, I practically lived in the hospital and every single time I visited her she would tell me how much pain she was in. How she just wanted to get out of there. How she wanted to get better and be strong for me and be there for me and protect me. And the stupidest fucking thing was that I actually believed her. I remember the day perfectly. The day my father showed up, I caused such a fuss, screaming and shouting that I had to be dragged out of the room and forced to sit out in the hall way." A flicker of a smile passed across my face but it didn't last long. It seemed nothing ever did.
"When my father walked out he told me I had to go with him and that now he was going to take care of me. I didn't believe him at first and refused to be anywhere near him unless I was yelling at him and telling him how all of this was his fault. Later I found out that my father had begged my mother to forgive him and to let him take care of me to prove that he was really sorry for what he had done. Do you all remember how a few days ago he tried to make me come back here with him, right?" I glanced at each of them and each nodded their remembrance of the moment, or what that they knew about it, my eyes hung on Derek's for a moment extra and I remembered what we'd talked about and the revelation I'd had that day.
"Well after that, I went to the hospital to see my mother and when I saw how much pain she was in I wanted to do something about it. I didn't want her to be in as much pain as I was at that moment. I didn't want her to have to go through what I was going through, but there was nothing I could do to help her, but I came up with a way. Not a good way, but a way and it was all I could come up with at the time. I wanted to put her out of her misery and let her be in a better place." I paused then and saw a flicker of recognition in some of their eyes as they figured out what I had done, but not what had happened after, I didn't even know that. Only my mother knew how she had come back to life after I'd killed her.
"That's why my eyes are like this" I whispered and stared at the ground for a moment, letting all of my emotions wash over me in a large tide I let my eyes go blue then looked up at them for a few seconds, taking in some of the surprised expressions. Forcing my eyes to go back to normal I continued on with the story,
"I left feeling a tinsy tiny bit better that I'd helped my mother, but it got worse from there. Late that afternoon Derek and I were training in the forest and I saw my mother's eyes in the trees, but they weren't her normal eyes, they were like mine. My mother is somehow alive and a werewolf. That's also how I got this bruise. Last night my mother decided to pay me a late night visit which consisted of her trying to kill me." I heard a soft gasp and few sudden intakes of breath at that bit of the story and for some reason it made me want to burst out laughing. That little fact seemed so tiny in comparison to everything else.
"So she's dead now?" Lydia asked, her voice was soft and her eyes were wide, I shook my head,
"She got away" I hissed, wishing that she hadn't and that Derek had killed her. Sure we'd have a murder on our hands but it would have been in self-defence and that was ok, right?
"So what are we going to do now?" Isaac asked, I looked up and was surprised to see everyone looking at me,
"We wait" I said with a shrug.