I am Daria [18+]

thirteen

I'd be lying if I said that his reaction didn't satisfy me.

The look of disbelief and jealously and anger morphed his face into one that would, under better circumstances, look comical. This was the first time I ever saw him look so. . . unkept, for lack of a better word.

His nostrils flared once again and I noted that he did that when he tried to contain his anger. An act that didn't do him any good, because suddenly, I was slammed into a wall with arms caging me in.

The impact of it all left me coughing and groaning. He didn't even look sorry. He was a real monster. "What-"

"You think me a monster, mate?" His eyes were even darker now, if that were possible. "You, whose existance have tortured me for the past five years think I am a monster?"

I wanted to duck out from under him but he grabbed onto my upper arms instead and kept me against the wall. "You're hurting me," I said, my tone monotonous.

He didn't let up. The grip tightened, if anything. I arched my neck to look at him. His pupils were dilating.

"The only thing you are accomplishing right now, is proving me right," I told him, glaring at him.

He needed to know that I wasn't the same, meek little pup I'd been before. I was stronger, more confident and was not to be messed with. If he wanted to appear as cold as ice, I'd melt him with fire. He wasn't going to win.

His eyes narrowed slightly as it flickered between mine. We were close enough that I could feel his breath fluttering my lashes. I could hear his heartbeat as if it were my own. It seemed as if the temperature in the room had suddenly dropped and the only warmth I received was from him. It felt intense. I didn't like it.

"You can let me go now." I managed to sound firm.

His eyes were hard and his jaw was still stiff. Had he not heard me? What part of let me go did he not understand? I was beginning to feel claustrophobic.

"I said. Let. Go." The words barely escaped my mouth when a powerful gust of wind barged through the door and Alpha Micah flew to the other side of the room, his body colliding with the portrait up on the wall and shattering the glass.

My eyes widened. My parents were suddenly by my side. My body felt exhilarated but numb. Overall, I couldn't believe I'd done that.

"I. . . I didn't mean. . . I couldn't control. . .I'm-I'm sorry." My eyes were welling up again. Alpha Micah's now unconscious body was laying on the floor.

"This is exactly why we need to get you home," my father voiced authoritatively.

Tears now streamed down my cheeks and I wrapped my arms around myself. I backed away and shook my head no, vehemently.

"Yes. You're a danger to yourself and others," my father countered. "You're coming home with us and that is final, Daria."

My swollen eyes snapped to my father. "How dare you act like my father after twenty months of radio silence? You don't have that right after abandoning me!" I snapped. "If you hadn't send me here we wouldn't have to deal with this in the first place!"

My father looked furious. I'd never spoken to him like that before. But just as he was about to say something, Mum interjected.

She stepped between us. "Isaac, not now. Daria, calm down. Your eyes are turning red," she ordered us both.

She sighed through her nose and took my hands. She motioned for us to sit on the bed and I complied, surprisingly.

"Darling, we never meant to abandon you. You were in danger. The South was closing in on us. We were trying to keep you alive by sending you away," she said in a gentle voice. "Believe me, we never in a million moons wanted to keep away from you for as long as we have," she carried on and I relaxed my body as I listened.