My Dead Mate (On Hold)

Meet the sisters

I wake up in a bed in a black and red room. I instantly sit up, scared. Just then Dylan walks in and I sigh in relief. "Hey." He says.

"Hi." I reply, I see my trunk in the corner of the room. I get up and run over to it. "I take out the box that says "family" give it to Dylan, then push him away. As soon as he's out I get changed. I walk into the living room to see Jacob's face on the screen and Dylan's mom crying on the couch. I block out his voice and face and just focus on their mom. I go over and hug her, and then she whispers "Thank you."

"It wasn't me, it was Jacob." I reply.

"No darling you're the one who found them and delivered them, not Jacob." I smile at her and go up to my room where I see a manila envelope with my name on it. I open it up, curious. Pictures from the time Larry kidnapped me. I threw them on the bed. I am so mad. I jump out the window and run. After a few hours of running I'm still really mad, so I decide to go and do some street fighting, I haven't done that since Jacob found out about it and talked me out of doing it anymore. I'm so mad though that I'm going back to it. I wipe off the cover up that's on my wrist that hides my dragon tattoo. My fighting name is dragon and I'm one of the most known fighters in street fighting. Well, until I quit. I quickly find a place to fight. The guy at the door at the door stops me, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Um, fighting. Duh."

"I don't think so." I show him my wrist and he stammers.

"I do think so." I say while shaking. I'm still mad at Larry.

"I thought you had disappeared"

"Well, I'm back, so let me in." He instantly opened the door and I stormed in.

After hours of fighting I finally had cooled down enough to go home. I had defeated around fifty guys and my anger had cooled some now. I walked outside where I saw three girls huddled in an alley. I walked over to them. "Hi girls."

"Hi" they reply quietly.

"Where are you parents?" I ask.

"They are dead."

"Where do you live?"

"Here."

"Would you like to come live with me?" I ask. They excitedly shake their heads. I smile at them. "What are your names?"

The oldest said, "Sarah."

The second oldest "Jenna"

The youngest "Lucy."

"Okay, you guys are going to be my sisters." They shook their heads yes. While talking and walking I found out that two are werewolves. Sarah is fourteen, a freshmen, her favorite colors are orange and yellow and she likes pop music. Jenna is thirteen, an eighth grader, her favorite colors are black, red, dark purple and gray, and her favorite type of music is rock. Lucy is eleven, a sixth grader, her favorite colors are electric purple and lime green, and her favorite music is country. They were all so different and cute. I had told Dylan I wanted my own cabin and he agreed, so now I'm going to tell him to add three more rooms. I hope he isn't to mad at me. O shoot . I hope he didn't find the pictures. I don't think I could tell him what happened yet. No, he wouldn't go in my room. Who am I kidding? He must have seen the pictures. We finally arrive back at the pack house. As soon as I open the door I hear Dylan yell, "ERICA!" Oh no, I think he's sooooogoing to kill me. I hear stomping and I step in front of the girls who looked scared.