Her Dark Mind

Chapter XV

-----*Nine months later*-----

We're onto our last year of school, I celebrated my seventeenth birthday a few months ago, eagerly waiting for this year to end so I can leave with Trevor and join his pack officially.

He asked me to be a part of his pack roughly four months ago, apparently he was wanting to ask since the day he found out I was his mate, but he wanted to wait until he thought I was ready especially after I told him that my pack had kicked me out. He kept asking why and I know he still wants to know but I'm still not ready.

I spin my pencil around between my fingers as I contemplate whether or not to jump out of the window next to me, I fucking hate math.

I'm about to take the risk when the speaker in the classroom rings, assuming it's for me I stand up from where I'm sat at the back of the class. Probably another mission.

"Good morning students. Can Jamilah and her friends, you know who you are, please report to my office ASAP. That's Jamilah and her friends. Thank you" silence follows. That's odd, usually it's only me.

I keep my face blank as I make my way out of the classroom, this would be one of those rare times where I would actually thank Mr. Fowyer, possibly even hug him.

I climb the many sets of stairs as I head towards his office, walking in like I usually do, grinning at him while he gives his 'I have to deal with Jamilah' sigh. This times different though as he keeps his eyes anywhere but on mine, just as I'm about to ask him what the deal is the others make their way into the room, so instead I walk to the leather chair that I've grown attached to and make myself comfortable.

"Now, Jamilah, you may not like this but it is vital" he finally looks me in the eyes, this is going to be good "you will be visiting... your old pack, the Crescent Moon pack" he finishes slowly, as if I were a child.

My body immediately tenses as my stare hardens, my hands grip onto the arms of the chair, Mr. Fowyer grows seemingly less comfortable under my gaze and continues to refuse to meet my eyes as he begins speaking again. Coward. "They need help, the rogue attacks have grown increasingly worse over the months, even though they are the largest pack in the U.S, their pack members lack immensely in the ability to fight and need your guidance. They specifically asked for the best of the best".

I scoff as I continue to stare at him. I already know that I'm going but I really wish I can just leave them to the rogues, I have to go for my mum though, it's what she would've done. It'll be absolute gold seeing their faces anyway, once they realise that the "best of the best" they asked for was none other than me.

I nod in understanding as he informs us that we'll be leaving in a weeks time so I best enjoy what little time I have left before facing them again. Have they even thought about me? Have they uttered my name at least once after all this time? Probably not I think as I let out a scoff.

A malicious grin spreads across my face as I suddenly feel excited to go. To give them a taste of their own medicine. This will be fun.

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After yesterdays events I had went back to the dorm room to wrap my head around things, sleeping for the rest of the day. Would I be able to do this? I mean facing them all again...My brother...My father, the person who abused me the most, who broke me. Leaving me to rebuild my self, maybe I should be thanking him. I am who I am today because of him, because of all of them.

Leaving my room, I walk down the hall in the direction of the twins, their voices indicate to them being in the main room. I've decided I should finally tell them, they're going back to the pack with me after all, but I should tell them all while I'm at it. Just get it out the way, rip the band aid off.

A knock at the door tells me that the rest of the group has arrived as Travis pushes himself off of the couch to let them in. Not long later we're all sat in almost a circle, me in between the twins on the couch while the others grab chairs to sit in front of us. Here goes nothing.

I didn't notice that my hands had started trembling until Trev placed one of his on top of mine, enclosing them into the warmth of his own, giving me a reassuring smile "take your time, you don't have to do this if you aren't ready".

No, I can do this, sucking in a sharp breath and sending him a small smile back "I suppose I should start from the beginning..."

As I tell my story, I watch as my friends faces all share mixed emotions, the most prominent being anger, especially from the man who sits to my left. His grip had begun to tighten on my hands and he was quick to pull his own away, not wanting to hurt me. I watch as tears start to fall from Daisy's eyes which caused Viola's to copy, I didn't even feel a hint of pain like I had anticipated as I finished telling them my story. Instead I was flooded with relief, it felt good.

"What the fuck is wrong with them" Trevor ground out, his eyes darkening as his frown deepened, if we were in a cartoon you'd be able to see steam coming out of his ears and nose.

"I wonder the same exact thing" I place a hand on his forearm in an attempt to calm him down, giving him another small smile.

I'm broken from my slight daze as the four words I've wanted to hear for years leave Daisy's mouth as I'm brought into a warm hug, finally bringing tears to my eyes, but not sad ones. Happy ones.

"It wasn't your fault".

Was that so hard for them to see as well? 

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Heyy!

So she finally told them! Crazy. I know it's kind of a big jump in time but I really want to get to the main part of the story already. It's not like you missed much anyway, just her doing loads of missions and shit, training more as well.

This ones also slightly short but next one will be longer, I promise!

Hope you enjoyed anyway! Have a joyous day/night.

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