Chapter 7 fear

My one nightmare is for me to lose control in front of the whole school. They already don’t like me so the last thing I need is to give them another reason to call me a freak. My angel side is a secret to everyone who isn’t in this pack except for my best friends of course. My parents have made it very clear how dangerous for the world to know is, life threatening. But what’s more dangerous than a school full of people picking on you all day just for being an  alpha female then going to a school full of people who would not only hate me but be too scared to even have me there. My freak out in front of Erik wasn’t even as bad as it could get. Controlling it has gotten easier, it’s when I black out that makes it hard. I don’t understand who I am, no one does. How would they? When I’m not even supposed to exist? Sometimes I think I’m alone, not because I am but because there’s no one else in this world that can tell me what I’m supposed to do. Have your parents ever been so afraid of YOU that they keep you under surveillance 24/7 in case you explode and turn the house into dust again? No? Well mine does, even my best friend take a step back when I’m mad even if my powers haven’t flamed up

I just wish I had one person who could understand what it’s like to be different.

“ Briella! Time for dinner!” My mom yells from the kitchen 

“ I’m not hungry!” 

“ down here now!” She growls 

My mom's growl shakes the whole house, and you thought I was a scary one. 

Walking out of my room and to the kitchen my mom is standing at the counter with one plate in her hand and the other hand on her hip with attitude written all over her face. Grabbing the plate from her I walk over to the table to see the one person I can’t seem to get away from.

“ Does he live here now or something because I swear everytime I turn around he’s right there!” I yell 

“ no yelling Briella and be respectful!!” My dad yells back 

“ fine!” Pulling out the chair roughly I plop my plate down and slump into my seat. 

“ What is wrong? Why are you acting like a child today?” Alexander whispers 

“ Why do you care? And it’s because he’s here.” 

“ He’s your mate B. You're going to have to get used to him being around all the time.” 

“ enough no more whispering at the table” mom says sitting down next to dad 

Rolling my eyes I start stuffing my face with spaghetti and garlic bread 

“ Really Briella? We have a guest” mom sighs 

“ Yes, a guest that is ‘supposably’ my mate, so why should I act out of character for him? He’s supposed to ‘love’ me for all my flaws as well. Isn’t that what you tell me?” I say with noodles sticking out of my mouth, slurping it up I give him a smirk

“ it’s okay Luna Alice, Its cute she's already comfortable enough around me to eat like a slob.” He snaps smirking back at me. 

“ Excuse me? Slob!” I groan 

“ yeah I said slob. Thank you pup for being so open with me.” 

It took everything I had not to jump across this table and slap him 

Ignoring him, I eat my food. I watch while he chats it up with my brother and dad like they’ve known each other forever, well my dad kinda has. 

Rolling my eyes I take my last bite getting up and walking over to the sink. 

“ after you get done washing your plate I want you to walk out to the back yard and clean up from last nights bone fire” my dad tells me 

“ seriously!!!??” I pout “ but it’s almost dark outside?” 

“ then you better hurry. And next time you have more respect for your company.”

“ fine.” I mumble putting my plate in the strainer 

Grabbing my flashlight out of the drawer under the sink and a couple garbage bags from the cabinet I walk out of the back door. 

Flipping on the flashlight placing it in my mouth I cut on the porch light for more help. Flapping open on the bags I start at the fire pit a few feet away from the house. Picking up empty bottles, cups, chip bags, paper plates and napkins. 

“ hey you hold the flashlight I’ll pick the trash up” he calls out walking up to me 

Taking it out of my mouth 

“ seriously? Why would you help me when I’ve been nothing but rude to you?” I asked 

“ because I don’t want you out here by yourself.” He explained “ now hand it here” 

“ fine” I hiss handing him the bag

“Since it looks like we are going to be here till morning, how about we get to know each other?” He shrugs

“ I think I’ll pass” 

“ fine we can stay out here in silence and this goes by really slowly and boring” 

“ Fine, what do you want to know?”

“ favorite color?” 

“ seriously? You could have asked me anything at all and that’s what you choose?” 

“ yeah?” 

“ Fine purple yours?”

“ Green, why do you hate me so much?” 

“ hate you? I don’t hate you, I just don’t like you.”

“ why?” 

“ Because you push me around, you talk down on me just like everyone else does. You see me  as someone who needs to be fixed in some way. And I hate that. I know I’m different, dangerous. I just wish once just once someone will see me  for more than that. You see me as strong but weak, yeah I know I could use improvement in hand to hand combat but I’ve beaten everyone here including my father. He pushes me everyday to try and find something I’m lacking in that he can help make me stronger. He gets frustrated when he can’t so he just packs on more training till I’m ready to collapse.” I explain 

“ wow, I don’t think you are someone who needs fixed” he says 

“ Yeah you do. Because the only thing you responded to from what I just said is the part that makes you look bad.” I huff 

He becomes silent for a moment which lets me know he is thinking of a way to undig himself from he hole he just made. 

“ How about you train with my pack? They are new people new skills you haven’t been against” he suggests 

“ Why would you want to help me? And don’t bring up that stupid bond crap. There’s got to be more to a bond than just being fated to each other.” 

“ Because like you said you’ve already exhausted everything you could have from this pack, gotten everything you could out of it and you probably feel stuck right? Like you aren't improving. Well, training with my pack will give you a new opportunity to grow and improve and if you manage to surpass them as well, we will figure something else out.” He explains

“ so this has nothing to do with the ‘mate’ bond and a ploy to get me to come back home with you?” 

“ I promise you are welcome to leave at any point. You aren’t my prisoner.” 

“ well we have to ask my father first but it doesn’t sound like a total waste of my time” I smile nudging him 

“ Let's finish this up, I’d like to get some sleep before the sun's out.” I pout 

“ Are you scared?” 

“ no way”