The Destiny of Angels

Chapter 11

The burning sensation of regret kept me up all night, well that and the nightmares. Something deep within me told me that I would live to regret that promise. Cleo was my best friend, but I didn't like this sudden change in her. Insecurity and jealousy were not a good fit with someone who seems to enjoy having complete control of every situation. What would happen if she got more controlling and I couldn't take it anymore? Would I be stuck for life letting her control me?

I know I shouldn't be so worried about it. Clementine was my best friend in the entire world, and while she could be bossy, she usually did have my best intentions at heart. Nothing bad would come from this promise. It definitely would have been less stressful to have just told her I wouldn't talk to her brothers again though.

Promise or not, if she did ever get too much for me to be friends with I would just leave. After all, I'm sure blood promises are just a myth anyway. What's the worst that would happen, The Fates would kill me on the spot? I'm sure they have better things to worry about than simple friendships. Even if blood promises were as serious as the stories say they are, I was bleeding bad enough that I'm not even sure if our blood mixed like it was supposed to.

When Clementine woke up, she was her usually bubbly and happy self. She all but throws herself out of the bed, and starts getting ready. Her blond hair sways as the throws it back into a long high ponytail, lightly fluffing it out with her fingers. I pretend to be asleep, as she dances around the room. Usually, I find her ecstatic morning routine hilarious, but today it seems more draining than anything.

"Aura! Get up!" She chimes.

I groan as I begrudgingly sit up. "I kind of just want to sleep, Cleo," I mumble. My eyes burn from my long sleepless night, so I rub them, admittedly a little too roughly.

"Sleeping is for the weak," she giggles. Easy for her to say, she slept like a baby, with the soft little baby-like snores and everything.

"I am weak," I groan throwing myself back onto her couch.

"Get up," she whines, as she pulls me to my feet. I stumble over my feet and look at her. She was the picture of perception, and I'm sure I looked like I was a troll who had just stepped out from under a swampy bridge. "Let's get you ready for the day!" She gleams.

Too tired to argue with her, I sit still as she plays barbie with me. Straightening my curly red locks, and pulls them tightly into a high pony that matched hers. She adorns my face with an uncomfortable mix of creams, highlighters, and eyeshadow. Even fills in my brows and lines my lips with matt lipstick. At least she didn't cover my freckles. The outfit was worse, she threw me into what had to have been the tightest clothes she owned. Both the top and the bottoms were dark grey and short, leaving me feeling completely vulnerable. I had a feeling she was going to play dress-up with me, so at least I was smart enough to bring a long white coverup-sweater thing so with that I felt a little bit more covered.

"Let's eat some breakfast, and then go for a run. I was thinking maybe to the old park down by the Forgotten Forest?" She walks out of her room, without waiting for me to follow her. Anxiety fills my bones, but I know I have to act as normal as possible everything. The last thing I need is another Lupine's way into my business, trying to play the hero.

Speaking of the other Lupine', Cash sits on the couch in the living room. Feet up on the table, eating breakfast. Unlike Cleo, he didn't get all dolled up for no reason. His black hair was in a tousled mess, wearing nothing but black boxers and an unbuttoned black pajama shirt. Not only were the Lupine's probably the bossiest family I had ever met, but they also seemed to have something against wearing clothes that covered anything.