Scarlett in trouble.

The grandfather clock chimed loudly as it struck 2pm. Oliver's visibly shook at its loudness. The damn thing never knew when to stop. It was the absolute nemesis of his life. He was so annoyed that his father had replaced the modern clock with this, all in a bid to belong in a society that doesn't value them. Crazy life! 

He'd arrived home an hour ago. It had been so quiet, and his mother wasn't home. In fact, there was no-one home, which was so good. He didn't want anyone to have an inkling that he skipped school. His mother would have thrown a fit.

The woman was so paranoid, and quite boring when she wanted to be. A sigh escaped his lips, as he jumped down from the bed, sliding his big feet into his Leather-Paws slippers. He glanced at the portable cloche he'd received for his 17th birthday, and smiled. It was right in time for his launch. If he didn't eat, life would lose its colour.

'You're so funny, Olive,' He thought fondly.

He grabbed his iPhone 11 pro, and dragged himself out of the room, into the kitchen. The spotless white dishes  played with his mind, and without warning. He could see his mother on her hands and knees as she played with his father. Then, the image zoomed in, and he caught the back view of a stranger as she spied on him. He tried to see who it was, but she eluded him.

A gasp escaped his lips, and a shiver went down his spine. Something was off. There was a huge trouble brewing, and he didn't know what it was. Who was that woman? She looked like death. His teeth clattered together. Oliver clutched his phone tightly, a cold fear seeping into his heart.

He moved closer to the window. His eyes darting to and fro as he peered into the exterior in a bid to note what was happening. Just then, his phone buzzed loudly,  his heart skip a beat. What was going on? He almost dropped it on the floor, but his reflex was more powerful. He rose the phone to his face. It was his mom.

For some reason, he swallowed hard. What could have been the reason for her call? At this time, he should be at school, but he was at home. What should he do? 

"You won't pick it, right?" His mom's voice rang out behind him.

Oliver did a quick turnabout, looking right into his mother's ever young face. She was scrawling, and that made him feel much worse.

"I..."

"You skipped school. I would like to know young man if you've been doing that for a living or its something you just stared?" She snapped.

Oliver pushed his phone into his jean pocket, and then walked forward. Despite being a female it was evident she alpha blood made her stronger, she was a tough cookie, and right now, he didn't want to offend her.

"Mom, I can explain," He mumbled.

She placed a hand on her waist, making her gown wrinkle as she did. She rose a brow at him. "All right. Let's go to the living room, so you can explain all your excesses these days," She snapped coldly.

She walked out of his kitchen, and he followed suit. His head hung down in shame. They walked through the pathway, and walked towards the living room. Oliver rose his head, and looked directly at his father's piercing eyes. 

Fuck! He was really going to be screwed today. He tried to use his powers to find out what they knew about his skipping, but they seemed to build a fence around their thoughts. After so many years of living with them, they'd developed a backbone. It made him slightly annoyed, but he decided not to push it, so he wouldn't get in trouble.

His dad looked at him, his gaze hard. His one lifeline of getting out of this was gone, and he had no plan B. Would it be better to just lie? They had of knowing if he was telling the truth or not, so...

"Sit down," his dad said firmly.

Oliver stood rooted, looking right at his dad. He barely knew what to do. He watched as his mom sat down carefully beside his dad, and they clasped hands together. His breathing escalated. He looked away from his dad, towards the door.

"Don't even think about it," his father mumbled.

Oliver swallowed hard, then finally sat down on his chair, his weight pulling the sofa in. They needed a new couch. This one wasn't really good for them anymore, he thought.

"Tell us why you skipped school?" His dad asked stiffly.

Oliver stared at his hands. He licked his dry lips, as his stomach rumbled at that moment, reminding him, that he ought to be eating his lunch by now. "Dad," he started. "I didn't want to skip, but I was feeling ill. I'm sorry."

"I can't believe this," His mom exclaimed.

"Skyler! Be calm," His dad mumbled softly.    

Oliver wrung his fingers together on his lap. Did they know the truth? He tried to show that he was passive, but it wasn't really working as planned. He couldn't successfully fool his parents no matter how hard he tried.

"If that was the case, why did you leave without informing your principal? No matter how ill you are, you always inform someone. Tell me, what has changed?" He asked calmly.

"Why are you talking to him like this? We need to put him back in order, and this isn't the way," His mother mumbled.

Oliver watched the irritation that passed his father's face, but he masked it quickly. His father itched his day's stubble, as a way to make him feel better.

"I'm handling it, right? Let me do this my way," He snapped.

"I'm handling it, right? Let me do this my way," He snapped. In that same breath, he turned to Oliver. "Answer me boy!"

"I wasn't well."

"So, you're saying you weren't up to any mischief? You didn't really know about Mr Elvis?" His mother shouted, ignoring his father's words. "Why do you do this? I've pleaded with you so many times, that I want you to be normal. I agree you can never be human, but why can't you just  be a normal wolf? There is no need to do this?"

"I didn't do anything wrong," Oliver shouted suddenly.

Everywhere went silent. Oliver stood up suddenly, his eyes dilating rapidly like he was on drugs, but his powers were connecting, making him dizzy. He was vaguely aware of his parents rushing over to him, in a bid to assist him. But, something was pulling at him, bringing a wretched pain to his loins. 

"Stop!" He rung out in panic.

It wouldn't oblige. "Ok, I was lying, ok?" His voice creaked out in misery, as he grabbed his head with two hands. His fathered tried to help him feel better, but he pushed him away. "Don't touch me! You're the one doing this to me! I admit I was lying. Mr Elvis isn't crazy. I caused the whole thing!"

"Calm down," His dad was saying.

Oliver flailed his hands forward. He couldn't breathe. He felt like someone was restricting his air pipe. What was his dad saying? That he should calm down? How could he, when... No! His feet shot off from the ground, and felt like gravity was no more in motion. No!

He was aware of his mother's screams, and his father's frantic call for help. But, suddenly, everything became a pink colour, and in that pink world was his mischievous twin sister, Scarlett. She was just like him, and, then she was tumbling into a pit. He could feel hands on his legs, trying to pull him down. He frantically, tried to pull her down, his eyes were in pain. But, he couldn't reach her.

In a parallel shift, their eyes met, and all he thought he could read were pure pain. "Scarlett!' He called out, but there was no response from her. And, then he couldn't see her anymore. The room became normal, as he tumbled backwards, free falling into his father's hands. 

That was a bad idea, because they both fell on the floor, with a hard flush. Sounds of pain eschewed. His mother did all she could to disengage them, and finally she succeeded. Oliver felt like his body was made of hard rubber, as he sat straighter, resting his back on the couch.

His mother did all she could to pull his dad back to normal, as he spewed curses of his mouth. Oliver blocked the sounds of pain, and slowly pulled his legs up. He couldn't stop seeing his sister's eyes, as they cried for help.

"Mom! Dad! We need to save her," He whispered suddenly.

"Save who?" His father queried, in pain.

Oliver turned his bloodstained eyes on them, and muttered one word, "Scarlett."