Rejected And Reformed Me

Chapter 2: My Get-A-Away

I wake up at 7 and I change into my jeans and my hoody. Pulling my hood over my face I walk downstairs. I reach the kitchen and start immediately preparing breakfast and dinner for that nights dinner party. I get the ingredients to make a bunch of chocolate chip pancakes and start frying then up. When I finish I pile the load of pancakes I just made onto five separate plates. (There was about 70 pancakes in total.) I lay down other plates around the table for the pack members and when I finish I make some cereal for myself. I eat my cereal whilst I prepare for the dinner party.

"Morning Mutt," My Step-sister greets me. "Got my breakfast?"

"On the table." I say.

"Don't forget, dinner party today. Don't mess up!" Amanda spits at me. I have a retort ready but I keep it to myself. I keep quiet, all the while my wolf slowly gets angrier and angrier but I control it. As I have done now for the past 6 years. I start preparing the meat for the dinner party. Taking out all of the bones I stuff it and stick it in the oven to slow roast.

My wolf stays quiet all the time, knowing that I will probably lose the little control I have over it when I'm angry. However, as I prepare the roast potatoes it speaks for the first time.

"You know keeping this anger contained is a bad thing." My wolf says.

"Yeah, but we need to keep it contained, if not we will be in living hell. It's a wonder I haven't lost you yet, OK? No one has ever seen you, and for now that's my advantage." I argue back and then go finish the meal.

~5:00pm~

So I'm now in my room waiting for my alarm to go off at 5:30 to finish the starter so it is ready by 6. Everyone comes at 5:45. I walk into my tiny bathroom and look in the mirror. I sigh. My black hair was past my shoulder and was down to the bottom of my ribs. It was sleek and silk-like and went well with my grey-blue eyes. Sadly though, I am still boring. "Yep, sad little boring Erin who is 14 and is treated like shit and yet, despite her habit of turning into a werewolf at the full moon, still can't stand up for herself." I say to myself. My wolf laughs at me.

"Yeah, but it's not like you don't want to." My wolf says.

"True!" I say before I put my hood back on. When I, or if I ever get out of here the first thing I will do is get a haircut until its shoulder length. I shake my head and then when it's time to go downstairs to finish the starter I get the soup bowls and add the finishing touches. I sprinkle parsley over the soup after I've heated it and then put the massive soup holder in the middle of the dining room table. I get the cutlery and plates and bowls necessary and put them on the table too. Then I fetch a loaf of bread and a bread knife and stick that on the table too. Then I sort the main out and finish the desert, apple and rhubarb crumble. I get out the meat and everything in the oven which goes with the main and start putting them in serving dishes. The meat I put on a meat plate and sliced it and then leave the meat knife and fork on the plate.

I clear the table from starter and then replace that with the main and then I finish the pudding. I make up the custard and double cream and then I clear the table again and replace that with the desert. I sigh.

Finally, I start cleaning the dishes. Some I put in the dishwasher and others I put in the sink to be hand washed. Then, getting some rubber gloves, I start.

I've nearly finished and then someone behind me clears their throat. I sigh and turn around. But it was no one I recognise, it was the most beautiful and handsome man in the world. His top didn't do much to hide his muscles and just wrapped around then in the same places. His baggy jeans were crumpled in just the right places. I looked into his eyes, which were feasting over me as I was feasting over him, were a perfect shade of deepest brown. I sigh.