Hello all! I've finally found a co-writer. So from this point on Riley will be written by me and JCreader. JCreader actually wrote a lot of this chapter.

Chapter 4

I walked down stairs, looking for Becca; I had decided I didn't want to talk to Seth. He saw me at my most vulnerable and I'm sure he has questions, but I didn't want to face him. I wasn't ready for that.
As I walked into the living room a voice brought me out of my musings. "Are you okay?" a husky voice asked, making me jump. Seth. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. He was looking at me with a look of pity, I was used to it, and if it wasn't disgust it was pity. I should have expected this, he probably felt guilty. I started scratching my wrist.

"I'm fine, I just freak out sometimes, it's nothing." he didn't look convinced, he was just staring at me as if my every word was vital. Maybe he isn't that bad, a voice in my head said. Maybe he won't judge you. No, after years of stares you get used to the looks of judgment, people place you into categories. Either thinking it was an accident and you're a victim or you did something to deserve it.

Seth didn't seem to be the same as every else though.

I looked into his eyes and suddenly they were filled with venom. "You know you looked ridiculous screaming in an ice cream parlor." A smirk reaching his lips. I suddenly felt my knees go weak and sweat reach my forehead. I started to scratch more at my wrists. "I mean you were screaming as if I were going to kill you or something, what am I just that scary?" He continued.
I didn't say anything, I couldn't. He was looking at me with such pity and loathing in his eyes, I couldn't say anything.
"Look at you; you're just a sad thing aren't you?" he says walking towards me. Suddenly he grabs my arm, I try to squirm away, but it's no use. It never is. He burst out laughing when he sees my wrist. Where's Becca? "Are you suicidal?" he continues laughing. (A/N By the way we don't mean to offend anyone with this. Suicide is a sad and strong topic) my gulp, tears forming in my eyes. "Your pathetic." he spits out, while pushing me away and walking towards the door.

I fall to the ground hyperventilating, tears falling down my cheeks. As he opens the door I see Becca laughing outside in the arms of one of Seth's friends. I continue to scratch at my wrist, while tears cloud my vision. Will my nightmare ever end? I gasp as I jump out of bed, I see nothing but darkness. "It was a dream." I whisper in a hoarse voice. "It was only a dream." I feel tears dripping down my face, as I lay back down and before I close my eyes I swear I could hear a wolf howling.

I took a few deep breaths to calm down, then climbed out of Becca's bed and made my way over to the bathroom. I took a few seconds to look in the mirror. My dark hair hung limply down to my waist. It looked like I hadn't washed it in weeks. My face was as white as a sheet making the red marks around my eyes stand out more. It was mostly 3rd degree burn scars but there were a few scars cuts. There was one from the corner of my left eyebrow to the corner of my right eye. My sunglasses covered most of that one up. There were only two scars that my sunglasses didn't cover at all. One from my temple to my chin and another on my jaw. I sighed and got into the shower. I took a lot longer than I usually do then spent fifteen minutes dragging a comb through my knotted hair then pulled it into a high ponytail.

After putting on a pair of sweatpants and a pajama shirt I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. I grabbed an apple from the fridge and glanced at the clock on the microwave. 9:15. All I ever do is sleep. I'm always so tired. I'll get up and I'll start to go somewhere, but then I'll have a fit or I'll get to scared and I'll get tired. Then I'll sleep the day away. I don't like leaving the house much. In the house I'm safe. No one can hurt me here. I thought back to my dream. Seth laughing at me and saying those things to me. Dream Seth was right. I'm pathetic. I wish I was stronger, strong enough to go outside without jumping at every little sound. I wonder if Seth will say those things to me tomorrow. Or will he even come? Does he think I'm pathetic? Stop it Riley. It doesn't matter what he thinks. It doesn't matter what anyone thinks except for me. And now I sound like Becca. I took a bite out of my apple. Where is Becca?

"Becca?" I yelled. "In here!" I heard her yell back. I walked into the living room and saw her lying down on the couch watching a movie with the sound on low. "I thought you were asleep," she said and started turning up the TV. "I just woke up," I said and sat down in the chair next to the couch. "What are we watching?" I asked. "Stuck in Love," she said. I smiled, Becca doesn't really like romances. She does, however, like Logan Lerman. Or love. "I know you're not going to hurt me, Logan," she said to the TV. "I'm pretty sure he was talking to Sam," I said. She frowned, "Nope," she said. She turned to look at me, "Beach Boy put up quite a fight when I told him he had to go," she said. I found myself smiling, "Really?" I asked. "Yup, he only left when I said he could come over tomorrow," she told me. I smiled and turned to the TV. Maybe Seth likes me. He doesn't seem like the type to be a jerk. He seemed more like the… happy bubbly type.

"I think he has a bit of a crush on you," she told me. "A crush?" I asked. "Yes Rye, a crush. It's this magical thing where a boy likes a girl," she said. "You think he likes me?" I asked. She nodded, "Maybe not even like. Maybe loooooooove," she said and wiggled her eyebrows. I threw a pillow at her, "Not funny," said. "I'm not laughing. I really do think he likes you," she said. "You don't even like him," I said. She shrugged, "I don't like anybody. BUT maybe he's ok," she told me. "Really?" I asked. "Plus he's totally yummy," she said. I laughed, "Becca!" "Oh please, you were thinking it to," she said. Seth is pretty hot. I turned over to the TV, "Alright, be quiet. I wanna watch the movie," I told her. She laughed and turned to watch the movie. Unlike her I love romances. After about twenty minutes I got out of the chair and curled up next to Becca. "I want popcorn," she whispered in my ear. I rolled my eyes and jumped off the couch. I grabbed a bag of popcorn from the pantry and stuck it in the microwave. I glanced out the window and what I saw made me scream.

Becca ran into the kitchen, "Riley! What happened! Are you ok?" she asked, her eyes wide and afraid. I pointed out of the window and she ran over to me and looked through it, "I don't see anything," she said. "It was as big as a bear," I whispered. "What was?" she asked. "A wolf."

Soooo what do you think of chapter 4? How about I update when I get five reviews? ALSO who do you want to imprint on Becca? I have a wolf in mind, but I want to know what you guys think. Thank you JCreader for co-writing with me! That's all.

~Cara