Maria walked past Joe with a bowl of water in her hands, bumping him in the process. “Training! It looked like you guys were taking turns trying to kill him!” She pulled Ben down on the couch, “take off your shirt!” She ordered.
Ben looked at me, a hint of fear in his eyes. I didn’t dare say a word. When Maria was furious it was best to stay out of her way and just let her cool off on her own. She grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. Ben hissed when she grazed an open wound. “They took turns beating you up like you were some sort of piñata! Lee, help me.”
I rushed to his other side and took the towel she handed me. “And then they use you like bait! What if they’d crushed you? Like you don’t have enough scars.”
My eyes popped. If she spoke about the bruises... “Maria I’m fine and it was necessary if the plan was to work.”
She stopped torturing Ben wit
The ride into town was a little quiet, except for the noises that came from Ben’s one-man act show for Meri. He was getting very attached to her. I didn’t mind it. The twins would have someone of their kind to explain things that Ash and I couldn’t. That is, if Ash let him hang around for that long.Josh volunteered to drive and he did so in silence. I figured it was because I was the one seated next to him. If I had a choice I would have sat behind and enjoyed Ben’s show with Meri, but Maria insisted on it because of my bad back.He looked at me a few times like he wanted to say something, and then his face would harden and he’d look straight ahead. I didn’t know what to do or say. His comment in the house had made things a little awkward. He couldn’t possibly still have feelings for me! There was nothing I could offer him, and nothing I wanted from him except his friendship. I had Ash for everything else.“Josh s
I placed my hand over the scar on my chest. It was the only one that was most visible. I always thought it was from a broken rib and not Joe’s attempt to keep me alive. I understood Ash’s anger and Joe’s fears. Why would he want to go through that again? But yet again, I couldn’t be a hypocrite about it. Looking at my kids, I understand why she’d want to risk it.“Do you intend on spending forever with Joe?”“Yes. I hope so, until the day I die from old age.” She joked.Ann chuckled, “You grow old, and Joe stays young? That’s never going to work.”“Which brings me to my next question,” I turned her to completely face me, “What’s your stand on turning?”Maria looked at me wide eyed, “How is that going to solve my predicament?”“You can have kids as a werewolf, this way there are no risks.”“Is this a joke?
We got home a lot happier than we left. Ben had managed to get a few phone numbers and Josh had gone straight home from the mall. It was getting easier not having him around while he was still stuck in his rut. I wasn’t trying to be cold or selfish, I just didn’t have the energy to deal with his drama.Ash had finally found Baku, and bringing Josh into the equation again was just going to create some unnecessary tension.Billy and Joe laughed at Ben’s expense when he told them about his hunting expedition. They too couldn’t believe that he’d managed to stay a virgin through his teen years with his hyper intense hormones. But Ben didn’t let them get him down. He’d accomplished hitting on women, successfully, and he was proud of himself.I was proud of him! Ten phone numbers in two hours. I must admit, women may be suckers for babies, but Ben had a few things going for him. He was easy on the eyes, he had this cute naivety
Ben spent the next few days walking around, holding mistletoe over his head. He liked the innocent kisses the three of us gave him to the point Billy’s threatening glares didn’t scare him anymore. He was happy and no one was going to ruin that for him.Then one day out of the blue, while Ann and I were sited on the couch, Ben staggered into the room and squeezed between us, placing his head on my laps. He took my hands and placed them on his head. He had a terrible fever.“Ben, are you sick?” I asked feeling alarmed.“My head hurts,” he groaned. “Would you massage it please?”“Okay.” I rubbed his head, but it felt like with every minute that passed he was getting hotter. It felt like I was cradling hot coal on my laps. “Maria, Joe could you come here for a minute?”“What’s wrong?” Joe asked strolling out of the kitchen holding Maria’s hand.&ldquo
Ben gave me a tight, embarrassed smile before he rushed off and sat in between the twins. “So he can only survive on human blood?” I prayed the answer to that question was no.“He can feed on animals. He did the first time we went hunting together.”Ben nodded, “Dears taste better than cows.”“Good to know,” I said, “So what was the problem?”“With all the training and phasing he was losing more blood than what he was taking in.”Maria huffed, wiping the baby food off her sweater, “So why human blood?”Ash pulled me to the couch and hugged me against him, “I wasn’t taking any chances just in case the damage we did was too extent for self-healing.”“You heal faster with human blood.” I utter absently. My eyes were still on Ben. He looked like his old childish self, staring and laughing at the twins. It was like him go
He flipped another page and began reading, “This is my first month as this...”My hand flew over it. I wasn’t ready for that yet either. “Let me leave first.”“He didn’t write this just for himself Lee, so let’s finally read it, together.” He pulled my hand away and hugged it to his chest.***I never thought I’d ever write in a diary but I have no other choice. I feel the real me slip away slowly, and I can’t talk to these people, they’ve been werewolves for too long to remember what it felt like to be normal... to be human.So Mr. Diary, you’ll remind me every day of the man I used to be and keep me sane.Here goes...This is my first month as this creature. The transition was painful but bearable. It’s another kind of pain that I can’t bear...I wish he’d let me die! I would be with Martha r
I sat outside engulfed by the thoughts of my dad’s diary. We stopped reading after week forty-two. Ben thought I needed a break, and I couldn’t blame him. After my dad’s confession I thought I was going to have an anxiety attack. I read a few more pages on my own and then I just couldn’t read anymore.My dad killed someone. Correction, he ate a defenseless girl, and then he tried to kill himself.And the freaky part is they both happened a few days apart from the twins’ birthday. The torment my dad must have been going through reliving what he had done every day. Did he ever regret trying to kill himself? If he had succeeded I would have never had those few months with him.I didn’t know what to feel but the one thing I knew is that I was pissed off!He had tried to kill himself. He had waited for the day he would die with much anticipation as he had waiting to see me again. How much of a fight did he put up to stay ali
“He was a suffering man. Death was an inviting relief.” He half yelled. “When I turned, I wanted to go home and bring my wife so that Ash could turn her too. And once our son was of age, he would turn too. We would be together forever. I would never have to face the risk of them dying.”Confused, “But you told Ash you didn’t have a family.”He arched his eyebrow at me. “What would you have said to a werewolf offering you eternal life, only if you were alone in the world?”I nodded, taking a sip of the Vodka.“Two years later, when I got home, Catherine was dead.” He clenched his jaw and then took a huge gulp of the alcohol, probably hoping to push down his exposed emotions but it didn’t work. It was like watching his heart beat.“She was a casualty of war. Hungry deserters killed her in our farm for a few potatoes. When she didn’t go back home, the neighbor we