The next few weeks was like a blur to Christen. After standing up to her parents for the first time of her life, she was pretty much kept secluded in the hospital room. Not as a prisoner, of course, or entirely out of fear of going out in the halls, overhearing whatever rumor may be said about her.She was just tired; she didn't want to do anything in general. Be it socializing with others, or getting some exercise, as her doctor had been recommending her to do to improve her health.She may have stood up to her own blood, but what of it? What was going to happen to her next? After she gets checked out? It was not as though she would be accepted anywhere else at this point. With her parents in jail because of her, her siblings- Ace and Bianca- are sure to resent her with a passion. Like their parents, Christen’s siblings never liked her at all. Even if on the off chance that they don’t blame her for what became of them, that did not mean they would be willing to help her regardless. W
Christen practically slammed the door open as she finally arrived at the rooftop. As soon as she got to her destination, she closed the door behind her, and walked to the edge, blocked by a fence. ‘Soon… Soon, this will all be over,’ she thought. As she walked, her mind began to think back to childhood. Specifically to the many times when she was bullied and harassed by her classmates, and the number of disappointed gazes she had piercing through her soul. Be it from the teachers who expected her to be as great as her siblings, or her siblings themselves, as well as their parents. The memories shifted to her time with Forrest. When they first met and interacted with one another, how he captured her heart when he treated her different from everyone else, saw her as a person instead of a disappointment. Even if he never loved her back, he still chose her out of all other girls to be with, and practically gave her plenty of chances to try and close the gap between them. Or so she had
"Come on, Uncle Forrest! We’re going to be late!” Christian urged the Beta werewolf, standing and swaying around by the entrance,“Alright, already, little rascal, I'm coming," Forrest said, putting his shoes on. “I hope you realize, though, that I’m still getting ready, right? It won’t hurt you to sit down and wait.”“Last time I did that, you left without me. And promised you or Aunt Kiara will definitely take me to see Momma on time after that,” Christian retorted.Forrest didn’t know if he should grimace or feel a bit amused by the child’s reminder. As the boy stated, after Forrest came home the day of Christen's parents’ arrest, Christian practically bombarded him with questions.Demanded, even, why the Beta went to see his mother without him. A question he did not dare answer, as he was too young to know of what happened. In exchange, he promised the boy he would make sure to take him to see Christian daily from that day forward.A giggle was heard, as he turned to see Kiara sta
Forrest's eyes widened at what he heard from the human. She ‘can’t’? Can't what?"What do you mean ‘you can’t’?” he inquired, sitting up while keeping her close to him."It doesn’t matter. Nothing I say will ever matter," she whispered, raising more of his concern for her."Why would you say that? Of course it matters!"“You’re just saying that. We both know you dan't mean it. I’m just nothing.”The way she spoke so little of herself was starting to unnerve Forrest. How could anyone have so low an opinion of themselves? Don't humans normally have so much pride in them?"Then pretend that I do care and tell me why you think you don't matter?” he practically demanded, any to receive no answer from her again, aside from a weak headshake. The Beta started racking his brain, wondering what he could say or do to improve her situation, or get an answer out of her. "Okay, it that's how you want to play it, consider this an order. Tell me why you believe you or nothing you say will ever matter
After giving Christen some time to calm down, Forrest took her by the hand and guided her back down to her room, to get her changed out of her hospital gown, and into some casual clothes Kiara got her the last time she visited. An action that was turned out to be more troublesome than it should, when Christen nearly stripped on front of him in broad daylight. Surprising as it was, he supposed he couldn’t blame her much for the action she took, seeing as she had been held captive for the past few years as a plaything.Once she changed into her new clothes, Forrest took her down to the lobby, where a bored Christian sat in one of the seats, waiting for their arrival, with Franklin trying to entertain him. As soon as the child took notice of the pair’s arrival- specifically one of the two- a smile broke out on his face, and he shot out of his seat."Momma!" he cried out, rushing to Christen in joy.The sight of her child being this happy to see her filled the void Christen had in her ch
"Christian's father is not amongst Damien’s men or his customers? Or even Damien himself? What do you mean by that?” Forrest questioned.He and Franklin were in the latter’s office, where the doctor was giving the Beta his report about Christian’s father. Or lack thereof. Forrest had requested Franklin to find out who the father was so he could... ‘interrogate’ him for letting harm go to his son and Christen. Worse, for doing an act so disgraceful as a werewolf, as to rape a human woman and force life into her. And yet, he’s being told the father is not amongst them?"We ran plenty of blood tests in Damien and his mafia members- both human and werewolves alike- and found no similarities in their DNA with Christian’s. Not even Damien’s DNA matches with his, as I stated before, so that rules out all of his group,” Franklin explained.“And what about the customers? Namely the criminals the police arrested,” Forrest asked. “Last I heard, didn’t the police look into the list of customers D
Elsewhere, it was a busy day in Lunar Lights Company, otherwise known as LLC. For the past few years, this company rose to be known as the most promising electric company in all of America. They have lights of all sorts, and even give great service to various screens, be they phones, computers, or even television. Even the many wallscape buildings have sighed long-term contracts with them with how well they had been doing their jobs.In one office at the top of LLC, one lone individual was on the phone with someone.“Yes. Yes, we will certainly go through with this plan. Thank you, good sir. I hope you have a wonderful day.” Without another word, he immediately hung up the phone with a sign, having been done with the call.“Another contract done. I'm starting to get tired of this work,” he muttered. "Still, I did make a promise. I'll be damned it I don't keep it.”“And just what sort of promise would you be referring to?” came a feminine voice, bringing his attention to the door, wher
The ride home was uneventful in Forrest’s opinion. Something he grew to appreciate, in his current circumstance. Sitting with him in the back of the car were Christen and Christian. Both who seemed to be in their own little world, as they played a few games in the car. Nothing rowdy; just small games between the two of them. Christian offered Forrest to play with them, but he declined. Both because he didn’t want to get in the way of their family time together, and because he sensed Christen is not yet used to his presence. Not in a way that she would feel comfortable being around him.Looking at the pair- specifically the older of the two- Forrest thought back to when he last saw Christen, prior to the day of their divorce. Not just that one time, but also the many times before that. Every last bit of moment the pair had when they were married.He recalled how happy Christen seemed every time they were together. Joy in which she tried to hide, so as to not make a fool of herself or