Seventeen – Taylor
As I stared into Ali’s eyes, which were exact replicas of my own, I offered her my hand so I could help her up. She took it and I gently pulled her to her feet. Frances also stood up.
“Let’s go upstairs. It’s warmer up there.” Fran suggested, rubbing her arms. Ali nodded in agreement so I led her and Fran back upstairs to the kitchen.
“Nick!” I said loudly, making him jump. “I need your eyes for a second.”
“Sure.” Nick nodded. “What’s up?”
I pulled Ali out from behind me. She instantly grabbed my hand. I squeezed it reassuringly.
“Look at our eyes. They’re exactly the same.” I said quickly, my heart beating faster and faster.
“Jesus.” Nick’s face paled as his eyes made the connection. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief. “Where are you from Ali?”
Ali answered automatically. “Virginia.”
“Same as me.” I said in a low voice. “What’s your mom’s name?”
“Rosita. I never met my dad, my mom raised me.” Ali said quietly, obviously not wanting to talk about her past.
“Dad, you absolute jerk!” I yelled, my anger exploding from me.
“Taylor, what’s wrong?” Fran asked urgently.
I pointed at Ali, who had recoiled to the corner of the kitchen when I exploded. “She,” I growled. “Is my half-sister.”
“Taylor, think about what you’re saying.” Fran whispered from behind me.
“I know what I’m saying. My dad had loads of drunken flings. He called it our ‘Guy Secret’”. I spat. “She shouldn’t even be here.”
Ali’s eyes became large and pleading behind a film of tears. “Taylor…Please…”
I silenced her with a single look. “You were a mistake. A drunken mistake.” Unable to bear it any longer, I stormed out of the kitchen.
Eighteen – Taylor
Rage boiled inside me, as if I was a human kettle. I stormed up the stairs, leaving a wake of anger behind me. I raged my way towards Jack’s room, crafting my words in my head.
I burst noisily into his room. He didn’t even jump, as if he’d been expecting me. My angry speech crumbled to dust when I realised I’d never been inside Jack’s room before. It had white walls, and a large window on the north wall. The room was full of an artist’s utensils: a half- finished canvas was propped up against the wall, an assortment of paintbrushes stood in a mug on the windowsill and various tubes of paint littered the floor.
“Hey buddy.” Jack drawled. “Welcome to the Jack Cave.”
I caught the tennis ball that he’d been bouncing off the wall with almost unnerving accuracy. I pushed the door shut behind me with my heel.
“Dude. What’s wrong? You’re creeping me out!” Jack exclaimed.
“That girl you bit. Why?” I snarled.
“I-I…” Jack stammered. Then his voice became defensive. “What’s to you?!”
My eyes narrowed. “That’s my business. Why did you do that to her?”
Jack ran his hands through his hair. “She was left for dead. Broken arm. Both legs broken. Major head injuries, fractured skull. I found her, just dumped in the woods. The wolf gene heals you. I saved he, not ruined her.” He spat.
“That girl is my sister!” I shouted, punching him in the face.
Jack put two fingers to his bleeding lip and growled in rage. He flew at me, his hands curled into fists. We fell to the floor in a tangle of punches and kicks.
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Wolfish Affection (UNDERGOING HUGE AMOUNTS OF EDITING)
LobisomemFrances and Taylor have one thing in common: they both turn into giant wolves. But what Frances doesn't know is that Taylor is the guy that made her turn into a wolf. But when they find happiness...it begins to fall apart.
