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Ch. 1 Saving What Now?

I have a werewolf stuffed in my closet, and it's not through any will of my own. Well maybe a little will of my own. Okay, maybe a lot of will of my own, but I guess I should actually explain what happened.
My parents were very successful business people, as well as my brother, and they were all out. I was completely alone in our extremely fancy house. Whilst debating my next outrageous act to anger off my parents, there was a loud screech, and thud. Naturally I did what any girl would do when you hear terrifying yells, I grabbed my father's pistol, he'd taught me how to fire it, and I walked to the front door. My heart was thumping, slowly I opened my front door. Seeing the occasional wolf every once in a while here wasn't usual, seeing a huge wolf that size of a SUV was definitely not. Before I could full register the fact this huge wolf was bleeding out on the porch, it let out a whimper and started writhing around.
Let me tell you my friends, when a huge wolf starts writhing around on your doorstep, it's best to close your eyes. Because watching a werewolf shift was disgusting. It's fur fell off in disgusting clumps, revealing human skin, and I could hear it's bones snapping into smaller versions of themselves. All I did was watch in horror, hearing all the snaps, and whimpers as it shifted. The most disgusting part was when it's spine snapped up into a smaller version with a sickening CRACK. Then suddenly, a guy was lying on my porch with a bullet wound in his side. "What the heck, what the heck..." I just kept repeating those three words in confusion. I was torn between shooting this wolf-man-thing, helping him, or vomiting. Still, I dropped down, thank god he was clothed by the way, and started unbuttoning his shirt to look at the wound.
On his muscular chest was a huge bullet wound. His eyes fluttered open and panic seized me, but I just froze for a few seconds. It was like that time my brother accidentally shot himself when he thought the gun wasn't loaded, dad showed me how to take care of a bullet wound then. So as quick as possible I dropped the gun on the porch, and started doing the best I can. My heart was hammering, and my hands were shaking. With effort, I managed to get the bullet shrapnels out, performing a miniature surgery on this wolf-man-thing. He was panting, but once I got the shrapnels out, he started healing. I'm not kidding you, his skin started mending itself. Leaving me staring with drawn eyebrows.
"Can you calm down your heart? It's hammering is hurting my ears." He asked, I glared at him, he was staring at me. Who did this jerk think he was? "And now you're mad." He breathed, sounding annoyed. "What just happened?" I demanded, grabbing my gun again. "That won't hurt me, unless, of course; the bullets are silver." His voice annoyingly nonchalant, like he just almost died on girl's porches every night. "What. The. Happened." I demanded again, he rolled his eyes. "Haven't you ever seen a werewolf before?" He asked easily. "No!" I shouted, startling him. "Dang it, my parents are nearly home. Get up." I hauled him up, and saw my brother's car pulling up. "Why." I growled at him, he was sweating, so he obviously wasn't fully healed. "You yell a lot don't you?" He asked, and I shoved him into my house, and locked the door.
"Werewolves do not exist." I murmured, trying to convince myself even though I saw him shift. "Yes, they do." He answered, making me jump. He was leaning against the wall panting. "Well Mr. Wolf Man, get up here." I ordered, grabbing his wrist, and dragging him to my room. He came up the stairs after me, and I shoved him into my room. He stumbled, falling on my bed. I closed my door, tossing the gun onto my dresser, and sighing. Leaning against the door. When I looked at him, he was still laying on my bed, on his back, shirt splayed open. He had tan skin, black hair, and piercing blue eyes. Why was he so attractive? Not fair. I thought bitterly, standing up straight.
"You, stay." I ordered, he saluted weakly, and I went to dad's room, and turned on the sprinklers. They washed things off the porch, so I waited until the blood was off, then I ran, shut them off, and went back to my room. He was still laying there. I locked my door, "So why, exactly, were you bleeding to death on my porch?" I asked, he sighed. "My former pack was hunting me down, they probably think I'm dead." He answered, and I sighed. Before I could say anything, Kade, my brother, knocked on my door. "Sandra?" He asked, "Crap!" I hissed, hauling the guy off my bed. His eyes widened as I stuffed him into my closet.
"I swear to god if you make a noise in here while my brother is in my room, or do anything stupid I will shoot you until you're dead, and toss you into the stream behind my house." I threatened darkly, just I closed my closet door, Kade walked in.
That is how I have a werewolf in my closet. "Sandra?" Kade asked suspiciously, I smiled weakly. He knew I never opened my closet. "Hey Kade, 'sup?" I asked casually, letting my hand fall off the door knob. "What were you looking for?" He asked, taking a step forward. Forcing myself to look casual, I said, "Just this cute top I had, thought it might be in the abyss of my stupid closet, it wasn't." I lied fluidly. I'm an adept liar, which is most likely a bad thing, "Need help looking?" He offered, taking steps toward the closet. I leaned against the door, blocking his path. He raised a questioning brow.
"I can find my own stuff Kade, besides hasn't anyone ever told you not to go through a girl's closet?" I teased, he still looked suspicious. "What are you hiding in there?" He demanded, "Drugs." I answered sarcastically, Kade rolled his eyes, obviously giving up. "Any boys in there..." He trailed off, "Of course not, who do you think I am?" I said jokingly, my heart pounding. He looked like he might throw up, "I'm leaving now." He said, walking off, and slamming my door shut behind him. He broke my lock, again. Pulling up a chair under the door knob, I opened the closet door. The guy stared down at me.
"Tell me your name." I said, he sighed. "It's Dean." He relented, stepping past me. "Well, Dean, do you have anywhere to go while you rest?" I asked, today was Friday. Kade was only visiting and would leave abruptly after dinner before mom could ask him about marriage, and my parents had a four day business trip coming up. "No." He answered, I closed my closet door. "Well get some sleep here on my bed. If you need anything to eat, do not go downstairs until I say you can. Understand?" I asked, he looked surprised. "What if I left?" He asked, "Even better." I retorted, he slid reluctantly under my covers, and I stepped out into the hall. Flicking off the lights. "Sweet dreams." I snapped, walking off, closing the door firmly behind me.
Mom, dad, and Kade were waiting for me downstairs. I took my seat, and we were all completely quiet. Such a loving family, I thought sarcastically. "So honey," mom started, looking (more like glaring) at me, "I saw a magazine for tattoos, your interested in one?" Her tone was too happy, now I was walking on a live mine field. Shrugging effortlessly, I just said, "The intricate tattoo designs are impressive to me. You have to have someone with clever hands to do that right. I was just looking at them, to me they're just another form of art. Pretty to look at, not to wear." I stated, eating my food. "Honey, do you have a piercing?" She added, I didn't even falter. "Yes mom, because I after my navel piercing I feel wanted another -" before I could teasingly but graphically depict my infection, Kade cut me off, "TMI sis." He snapped, I snickered.
Mom looked disgusted, and my dad didn't even care. After 30 minutes of silence, everything went as planned, Kade left, mom and dad went into their room, and I walked upstairs, before realizing there was a stranger in my bed sleeping. So I walked into the guest room next to mine, kicking off my shoes, and I laid down on the bed, pulling out a book. As I started reading, the door opened, and I saw the guy. He stared down at me. "Yes?" I asked casually, he walked in, closing the door behind him. Wordlessly, he closed and locked the window, pulling the curtains down, and he turned on the lamp, shutting my closet, and he sat at the foot of my bed.
"Werewolves," he started, and as if he could sense my skepticism, he glanced up, "exist." He finished, I sighed. I couldn't deny blatant facts, I'd watched him shift. "Okay." I said slowly, "They're skilled hunters, very skilled. I don't want them to find me here, because if they found me, they'd probably kill you too." He explained. Why did I ever help this guy if he was so dangerous to be around? Darn it. "So, I'm sleeping in here with you. I don't want you to get hurt." Without waiting for my answer, he laid down next to me, and I knew neither of us were asleep. But after a while, I, unwillingly, fell asleep.
What tomorrow had in store for me... well let's just call it, my personal hell.