Tame My Heart... Or Else

Chapter 35

Mwahaha my wonderful fans, and random people and stalkers that are reading this ;)

Ok, I was joking ;) But not about my fans! You guys rock! Anyhow, this IS NOT EDITED, so don't kill me if there are a few mistakes here and there ;)

Dedicated to: cupcakequeen6!!! Now, I will sing you happy birthday in german (a funny version, don't worry, it's not the real one ;) )

Hoch soll er leben, an der Decke kleben, runterfallen, popo knallen, ja so ist das Leben! :P (sorry for any bad spellings ;))

Translation (direct :P): He will live high (? :P), be glued onto the ceiling, fall down, hit his butt, yes that's life :D Mwahahaha :D (it sounds better in german ;) )

Also, happy birthday to everyone else! Have a great day!

Song: Like a boy - Ciara (nothing really to do with the chapter, but I was listening to it while I was writing it, and it's an amazing song, even though it's old :P And it's sooo true :D)

Enjoy <3

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Liza P.O.V.

Day two.

Two days of complete alienation of the outside world. I was trapped inside my house, against my will. They had disconnected the phone line, and at the same time, they had kindly cut the electricity, too.

Bastards.

Have you ever tried living without electricity? We had had the occasional power cut, but that normally cleared up in a few hours. I had been sitting 48 hours without power. Do you realize how little you can do without electricity? No television, no music, no oven, no microwave, and no lights at night.

That had to be the worst of it. Autumn was nearing dangerously closer to winter, and the sun dipped down earlier and earlier these days. This meant that I was in pitch black around seven o'clock, at which time I could not get myself to go to sleep.

Which meant three hours in utter blackness.

Oh, and one more thing? There was no heating.

At the end of the second day, I sat shivering in the shadows, a blanket pulled around me. I tried my hardest not to let my teeth chatter, but the sharp sounds still echoed around my bedroom.

They could probably hear it.

I spent most of my time in my bedroom these days - I never went downstairs unless I had to - like for food. Thank god my mom had decided to stock me up for a whole week, otherwise I would be starving as well as freezing. But the main reason I hated being downstairs was that the front door wouldn't close properly.

Remember those two, long days ago, when I had been running from the pack, and I had forgotten my key? The lock on the front door was now shattered, which was great in karate standards, but not so wonderful when there were werewolves who wanted to come pay a visit.

I had pushed a number of pieces of furniture in front of the door, both of them in fact, but I highly doubted it would keep those monsters back.

All the curtains were drawn, so even in the day, I could barely see anything in the dim house. It was to stop them from looking in, but I guess they were there just as much to stop myself from looking out.

I would do anything to try and forget what had happened.

You might ask why I'm not accepting the fact that there were werewolves in town? That my friends were werewolves? That I had this thing called a mate?