Flight or Fight

Chapter 2

*12 YEARS LATER! *

     “Elena!!!! It’s time to get up!! You will be late!” My sister Lily shouted.
“Okay... Live me 5 more minutes….” I said, but it was useless because with one movement, she dragged me out of bed. “I’m awake! I’m awake!” I said sleepy, but I got up. I knew I don’t have a choice. So, I went to get ready. I did my morning routine, I dressed up casually, I put my curly red hair in a ponytail, I put a bit of mascara and lip balm and went in the kitchen.
I wasn’t the type of girl who put too much make-up on her face. And honestly, I didn’t need it.
I had red curly hair, my eyes were like jade, my lips were like roses, and I had clear olive, smooth skin. I liked it, honestly.
Honestly me and my sister and I were looking so similar, but the only difference was that she had dark brown straight hair, and her eyes were like dark jades, and her personality was opposite from mine. While she was the good girl who never broke rules, I was the bad girl of the family. I would break rules, I would do what makes me happy, and probably giving the living hell for others, I still had times when I was quiet. They used to call me angel-devil girl. Because they were times, I was good, but most times, I was a devil in disguise.
My sister wanted me to eat a little bit, but I was in a hurry. Today was the day when I got my driving license. I just had to go and take it. I was already 18, finally. I could drive now. I didn’t need my sister to take me somewhere if I had to go. She was 1 year older than me, but she acted like my mom sometimes told me when to come home and stuff.
“Are you going already?” she asked. I just nodded, and I started to go while she stopped me and said she would come with me.
While we were in her car, none of us said a word. It wasn’t unusual, but this time, the silence was bigger. I could feel that she wanted to say something just she didn’t know how to.
“If you have something to say, just say it.” I said to her. She heard this, I could tell it took her by surprise and didn’t know how to react or at least how to start.
“I always forget that you have some werewolf features too.” She said after a few minutes of silence.
Of course, it was hard to get used to, to my mess werewolf life. She was a werewolf who could shape shift, too. She was an actual werewolf like our father, while I was like our mother. I was half human and half werewolf. The only difference between me and my mom was that I had everything that a werewolf had, a wolf, speed, good eyesight, I was strong, good hearing, etc. But the only thing I couldn’t do was to shapeshift into one. It was so frustrating because between humans, I was strong, while between werewolf’s I was the weakest. And it wasn’t that I didn’t want to be human, but I wanted to be a proper werewolf. If I could be one, why not? I wasn’t like other girls  sitting in one corner of their room and crying that they didn’t want to be wolfs. I loved the idea of being one.  I had this opportunity, so why not?
I got the chance to see both sides,  I got to see how they live both sides. And I think that’s amazing. If I would want to get rid of werewolf side of me or hate that side of me, It wouldn’t be me. I would live in a fantasy world created by me.
“we are here.” My sister said.
I jumped out of the car and went into the building quickly. My sister parked the car and came after me quickly. While I took out my driving license, she was waiting not far from me.
After I had done, I was staring at my driving license and smiling. “Finally I don’t have to drive you anywhere anymore. You can drive yourself now.” She said with a smile on her face.
“You know, it will still be times when you will have to drive.” I told her while we were going out of the building.
“Really? And what times exactly?” She asked, crossing her arms and raising one eyebrow.
“Like... now, for example.” I said, smiling. And I continued “By the way, what you wanted to tell me? And don’t say it’s nothing.” I said. When my sister heard this, her smile faded on her face, and she became serious. Didn’t know how to say it, so until the car, she was silent.
“Well… Dad just mind linked me recently and told me they were coming here. Him and Mom.” She said with a serious face.
“Why? I mean, they didn’t come since they abandoned us here, so why bother now? “I said, annoyed.
With what right they are coming? I was 6 years old, and my sister was just 7 when we came here in L.A., Beverly Hills. At first we came for a holiday. And it was nice. After that we found out that for me and my sister wasn’t a holiday, and that we would stay here. At first, we stayed with some aunties, but how we got 16 years old our parents bought an apartment to live there. I didn’t understand why they left us here just like that. And the worst thing is that in these 12 years they visited just 2 or 3 times. I don’t know about Lily, but I felt abandoned, not wanted.  Like I was something broken that had to be put aside, nicely said. When I started questioning them, they said they would explain it later. But later, when? When will I become older? Or when did monkeys start falling from the sky?
“Look, I know you are upset, angry at them, but lets just see what they want, okay?” She said while she pated me on my back. I didn’t say a word and just got in the car. It was useless to say something. I could’ve run away now, but what for? I knew I would regret it. Plus, I’m too curious to see what they have to say now.
Me and my sister didn’t speak at all. I didn’t even look at her. Even with her, I felt that she was hiding something from me. I started thinking about her like this because she was never upset about this situation. It was like she knew exactly what’s going on, and I was left out just from the whole thing.
When we arrived home, I saw our parents in front of the building. My sister went to them in a second while I was just sitting in the car for a few minutes looking at them. When I got out, I wanted to go in, but my father stopped me. “You are not going to say hi?” He said with a serious face.
“Hi, Sir Edward Lightfoot and Clary Lightfoot. How could I help?” I said sarcastically while my mom rolled her eyes, and my father seemed annoyed by my attitude. I mean, what did they aspect? To fall in their arms?
“Elena please, at least give us a chance. We came today to congratulate you, and we even brought you a car as a present.” My mom said.
If they think this is enough for me not to be upset, they are mistaken. “Thank you.” I said while I took the car keys and started to go in the building. They started coming after me. I didn’t want to start arguing with them in front of the building, so I just entered. And I think they knew that too, because they fallowed me inside.  
When we entered the apartment, I put everything down, and I turned around so I could ask them what they wanted, but they were already in the living room with my sister.
They didn’t even bother to wait for me or something. They just entered, and they started speaking with my sister only. They were even laughing, joking, like I didn’t exist.
Seeing and hearing this, I wanted to go out to be far from them. But I stopped in the last second.
Why should I leave? I had enough of this. I want answers. So I went into the living room too, and I started saying “You know MOM, I’m doing just fine. You don’t have to be worried. We are SO HAPPY here.” I said, looking very angry. Honestly, if looks could kill, my parents would’ve been dead a long time ago...
My parents started to be angry, too. My father said “You are getting out of control. Day by day it’s worse and worse.” And my mom added “We didn’t raise you like this.”
Hearing this stuff really hurt me. How could they act so cold towards me, and towards my sister were all lovey and everything? When I was 6 years old, I went through some traumatic shit, not them, not my sister. All I know is that I was at the wrong place at the wrong time. I couldn’t remember much of that, but I know that after that, they said I needed to stay away from Canada, especially from Toronto. Why? I don’t know. I can’t remember anything. I know that it was so shocking for me that I didn’t come out of my room for a few months at all. I trusted only in myself. I didn’t let anyone come closer. After a while, I stared to get better, but every time when I smell chemical, or cigar smoke, or the smell of the whisky and rotten cheese, I get really bad panic attacks, and I have these unclear images in my head. They are times when I’m shaking, and I have a terrible headache. That’s why I struggle so much, but I just don’t let anyone see it. I need to be strong, but when you see that you don’t really get support from anyone and especially from your parents, it hurts.
I tried asking them what happened back then, but nobody said a damn thing. They just ignored it, or they said not to be bothered by that because It was a long time ago. Or they said that they would explain it at the right time.
If this is how they are “protecting” me, well, they do a terrible job.
“Of course, you didn’t raise me because you ABANDONED me here. You didn’t even contribute to my raising at all. You didn’t even care about anything at all.” I said, almost growling at them.
“Watch your mouth!! Of course, we cared. This was the safest thing to do.” My mom said while she came closer to me, like that supposed to scare me.
“Safest??? My but!! You think I don’t know that you met my sister behind my back? I’m not a fool.” After saying this, I could see my parents, and my sister eyes got big like anions. They weren’t expecting that at all.
I didn’t want to say everything I knew, but It was too late. I opened the pandoras box.
“What?” They asked at the same time. But I couldn’t hold in my anger much longer, And I continued “You really thought I was  fool enough to not notice? You always were cold towards me, while with my sister, you guys were warm and affectionate.” I swallowed my tears and continued “At least once you asked yourself how I feel? What I’m going through? Damn with you two, but Lily! You always were here, You saw me 24/7. Did you wonder at least how I truly feel? Or if you did, did you go to mom and dad and told them, that what are they doing it’s fucking wrong? Mom and dad always cared about you, while I went through some traumatic shit!!! Who know what it was, but you  never came to me at least to give me a hug” I said and after I turned to my mom and dad, and said “And know you are here pretending to do parenting after 12 fucking years , like we are the perfect family and stuff.” By their faces I could tell that they didn’t expected that at all.  They didn’t even knew what to say, so of course I pushed it even more “You didn’t even told me what happened 12 years ago. I bet you told Lily, but not to me. You know?! It was my problem. You should’ve come to tell me, not her. I went trough that, not her. I still can’t stand the smell of cigar smoke, chemicals and etc. You know that? You know that I get really bad anxiety and I get triggered by that?” I looked at them, waiting them to answer me, but they didn’t. And honestly, they didn’t had to answer. There faces said it all. It was written all over their faces. “So you knew everything from her, but you didn’t get bothered to at least ask how I am or try to help me at least. I got my answer now...” I said and with that I went in my room, I packed a few things, and I went out.
Where I’m going, I don’t know, but I can’t stay in a place where they don’t want me.
They started shouting and saying stuff, I don’t even know what they were saying, and honestly I didn’t even care.
With one movement I was already out, of the door.  They still were shouting after me, but all I could here was background noise, and slowly it faded...