Author's Note;
HEY EVERYONE!
I am very happy to announce the arrival of the next chapter!
I am SO SO SO SO very sorry that it took so long and I promise the next one won't take as long, maybe a week, two tops!
I will probs end up doing two one shots next though. One for Easter and one for Anzac Day, just because I can. They will both be very late though, as you would of gathered considering both holidays have already passed, but all well, I don't care.
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The walk back to the apartment behind the 13th door on the 5th floor of the 'Green Sparrow Apartment Buildings' was one I would not remember. I barely paid attention to where I was walking or the people around me let alone the numerous amount of times that Derek had to pull me in the right direction.
Neither of us said a word as we walked up the flights of stairs because there was no elevator, or as we walked down the faded cream wall hallway with the dusty maroon carpet. We didn't make a sound as I put my hand on the simple brass knob of the 13th floor, or as I stared down at it, my fingers pale and clammy grasping it as if it was the only thing keeping me alive.
I didn't want to go in there.
I didn't want to talk to my mother, but I had to. I had no choice. Before I could change my mind completely, I turned the door knob and walked in.
The first thing that caught my attention was that the entire living room had been rearranged. All of the furniture had been pushed against the walls, leaving a large empty space in the middle of the room.
The second thing I noticed was the single chair in the middle of this new open space.
The third was that my mother was sitting on this chair, her hands tied behind her back and her feet attached to the legs of the chair.
The fourth, well, it should've been first, but hey, sorry for not looking at the ground straight away and noticing the rather large blood trail that tracked across the ground and towards the chair that she was sitting on.
"Kayla, finally! Your mother has been asking to see you and she is refusing to talk to anyone else but you. You have to talk to her now." My father exclaimed, turning towards us as we walked in.
"All right. I'll talk to her for five minutes but that's it" I sighed, walking over and standing in front of her. I didn't say anything at first, but just looked down at her as she looked up at me.
A trickle of blood ran from the corner of her mouth and her right eye was starting to swell, along with her right cheek which sported a large, puffy red bruise, already starting to form.
"Rebecca" I greeted, refusing to call the vile woman mother.
"What happened to mum?" Fool.
"You tell me"
"Always avoiding answering questions" she said, avoiding the question herself, a smirk slid over her face.
"Why are you only talking to me?"
"Because Shayne is annoying" she replied evenly, using my father's name as she glared at him, well as much as she could before wincing at the pain it brought.
"Your point is?"
"He's annoying you're not" a one shouldered shrug cam with her reply which in turn made me glare at her. If she wasn't going to give me a straight answer, or a decent one at that, I was done talking to her.
Walking away I stopped in front of Shayne and Derek.
"I'm done" I hissed folding my arms across my chest in determination, this was something I would not back down from.
"But she will only talk to you, Kayla, no one else. I mean that, you have to talk to her, you need her to answer our questions!" Shayne protested, but it wouldn't work,
"I will not sit down and have a nice chat over a cup of tea with the lying, murderous bitch that ruined my life" I stated calmly, a feeling of satisfaction washing over me at the sound of protest my mother made.
And the look on my father's face.
"So glad that isn't me anymore" he muttered whilst looking at the ground, a small smile splitting across his features.
"Look, you have to talk to her Kayla, you can't back out now." Derek said, taking up my father's argument. He did have a point.
"You're not going to back out after a few hardships are you? That isn't the Kayla I know. That isn't the Kayla who joined the pack. The Kayla I know would be glad to 'sit down and have a nice chat over a cup of tea with the lying, murderous bitch that ruined her life' if it meant that she could help the pack in some way. So tell me, where did that Kayla go?"
"What am I meant to say? Oh, hey mm, how are you? By the way, thanks for ruining my life and while I'm at it, feel like having a fourth attempt at killing me and everyone I care about?" I retorted angrily, my blood boiling.
The Kayla Derek knew was long gone.
"No. Don't you want to know why she did what she did for starters?"
"You mean kill my sister, blame it on my father who was innocent and happens to be an alpha werewolf, torture me every day by saying how much pain she was in and saying how much she wanted to die, try to kill me three times now as well as threaten to kill me and the people I love as well as try to do it?" I asked, listing off some of the recent things she'd done.
All Derek could do in reply to that was nod.
"Of course I do." Who wouldn't?
"So just ask her" Derek had found his voice once more. With a sigh I turned back to Rebecca and asked, even though she'd already heard the question from listening to the conversation we'd just had.
"Sometimes sacrifices have to be made to protect people we love more than our own self" she replied.
Well that wasn't the answer I'd been expecting and certainly not the one I'd wanted but it was all she would say.
I balanced the book on my knee as I clipped the lid back onto the pen I'd been using. I was surrounded by the forest once more and the glowing sun greeted me with its golden glow which lit the forest.
White fluffy clouds still dotted the sky as it neared dusk, getting closer and closer.
I reread the poem, my mind completely focused on that and not the sound of footsteps which were so very familiar to me now.
"Derek." I greeted without looking up from the page on the book.
It was one of my better poems I would admit that and it certainly seemed to match the things that were going on, well, from my view point anyway.
"What's that?"
"A poem"
"Can I read it?"
"Ummm….." No one had ever read my work before.
"I'm going to anyway" Pulling it off my knee I didn't even try to resist as he read it, there wasn't much point.
I knew what he would be reading and I recited it in my head
The Power of Darkness
One never truly understands
The power darkness holds,
Until one has had a taste
Of its cold hearted mercy.
Although it seems like treasures untold,
It's a blessing in disguise.
It sucks you in till there's nothing left.
A walking corpse.
An unloving soul.
Darkness comes in many forms, usually in delight,
For all things once gained
Can be three times lost.
The power of darkness shows in many forms,
From the silent tears
To the blood red stains.
It's hard to push away the darkness,
For it whispers of great things.
It tells me of stories untold and legends full of hope,
It whispers of the sweet relief
I've untold upon myself.
But the darkness doesn't always win,
For sometimes light prevails,
It's been untold for quite some time
But the truth is finally out,
The darkness doesn't always win
For the is just not right
I should know,
Because I'm here right now,
As the darkness lures me in,
But it will not win, it cannot win,
Not without a fight.
The true power of darkness,
Is yet to be told,
But it sucks you in, promising many things,
But the darkness can't always win,
And it certainly won't beat me,
So pick up your sword and shield,
Whatever they may be,
Ad battle the darkness until its evil clutches set you free.
It worked for me and it will for you,
Just don't give up hope,
Remember that the darkness can't always win
No matter what it says.
Pick up your sword and shield
And fight till the very end;
Set your true shining self-free,
It's possible
BELIEVE ME.
"Wow….." the soft mutter resounded through the silence and I closed my eyes squeezing them tight for a second before opening them and staring at the page.
Some of the words had been smudged from the tear drops that had fallen on the page as I'd written it.
I seemed to always be crying now. But hey. Everyone had to let it out somehow, didn't they? I barely felt the last silent tear I would shed for a while slide down my cheek before I was wrapped in Derek's arms, the embrace was a tight one and an unexpected one, that was for sure.
But that didn't stop me from hugging him back.