THE BLOOD MOON CONFLICT: Battle for war's heart.

Unravel

Mia's POV:

I got home with a lot on my mind, I couldn't quite understand why all these things were happening to me,  it was like my life had taken a U-turn on a Thursday morning, and there wasn't anyone I could tell about it.
I let myself inside the house with my key, and there wasn't anyone at home, I slowly went upstairs to my room, and plopped face up on my bed.
I wasn't sure if I should be relieved to have some time to process my thoughts or be worried that I was alone and prone to danger.
Feeling unsafe in my home was a strange feeling, my home was a sanctuary, I had parents who loved me and catered to my needs as an only child.
Prior to this morning I had never felt unsafe here in anyway. I chided myself once again for sneaking out to Miley's party, if I could turn back the hands of time I would have just slept in my bed like I was supposed to.

Miley, I hope she's okay...

even though this whole thing is more or less her fault. She introduced me to a total stranger and turned our whole lives into a circus. I know she's the queen of making bad decisions, but this takes the crown of all her bad decisions.

I should call her, but my phone had been seized the day before. I can only pray she comes to school tomorrow... she's the only one I could tell anything about this, any other person would think I'm crazy. Even She might think I'm crazy, but If I don't talk to someone about this I might actually go crazy.
Besides, she might know something about all the things that were happening, it was unnatural for her to pass out in the school's restroom like that. My mind ran through a number of scenarios that could have happened, and I found myself screaming into my pillow.

"What is going on?!" I heard
I sat up abruptly, in fear... only to see the worried face of my mum.

"Oh nothing... I'm sorry about that, I didn't hear you come in"  I replied softly.

The worry on her face morphed into a frown, "You're home early... you're not supposed to be back for another hour..." and this, she gestured to me "doesn't seem like nothing."

I knew there was no getting out from this, so I decided to tell the truth... well, part of the truth.

"Miley passed out in school, during lunch break, at the restroom, and I was the one who found her..."  I started,

"OMG, is she okay?!, are YOU okay?!, what exactly happened?!" She cut me off, the worrisome look returning to her face, walking towards me till she was kneeling in front of me cupping my face in her hands.

I knew the frown was going to replace the worry very soon, so I sighed and continued holding down her hands..."I don't know what happened, I wasn't there when she passed out... and I... um... I got into a fight today, at the cafeteria, so the principal told me to take the rest of the day off."

Uh oh.

There it was, only worse, she got up and backed away from me in confusion and anger... I could feel it brimming.

"You what?! Why?! Since when?! That's not something you do..." the worry returned, but the remaining emotions didn't leave her face. She wanted answers.

As if on cue, her phone rang.
She looked at me expectantly, for a few seconds then whipped it out, to look at the screen.

"It's from your school..." raising an eyebrow at me, she answered the call:
"Hello good afternoon...
yes,
I just heard about it...
I sincerely apologize for her behavior,
I know, I just said the exact same thing...
She's already grounded for something else, I cannot imagine she'd do something like this, but we'll get to the bottom of it.
I really appreciate your concern,
thank you."

My mum took in a deep breath and sighed, I could tell a motivational speech/scolding was coming so I braced myself.

"You're my daughter, my only child, and I love you more than anything in the world. You've always been a good kid, ever since you knew right from wrong... I don't know what is going on with you lately, and I want to give you the opportunity to tell me, before you hurt yourself like you hurt your academics... I don't want to scold you without first knowing why you're acting up. So tell me, what's going on?" She asked softly, but sternly.

I wanted to cry, she was the best mother anyone could ask for and I felt so terrible for all of the decisions I made that led me up to this point... I felt hot tears filling my eyes, but how was I supposed to tell her that I believed I was caught between vampires and wolves that weren't supposed to exist and that they knew our house and one of them was my new teacher and that my best friend had Introduced me to the vampire at her birthday party that I snuck out to, and that wouldn't even explain my grades or the fight, and she would probably conclude I had started doing drugs.
There was so much I wanted to tell her, but instead I said "I'm so sorry mum, I got distracted with extra curricular activities in school and today I was so distracted that I stepped on someone's toes by mistake and she and her friends attacked me so I only tried to defend myself... but I should've been more focused like I always have been, I'm so so sorry...."

True, half truths.

But it worked.

"You should be more focused, this is your last year in high school. Don't ruin all your years of hard-work now, I'm not going to tell your dad about this, because I know you're still a good kid in there somewhere, but I'm going to be watching you very closely. Be careful." She warned.

"Thank you mum" I sobbed, I couldn't tell why exactly I was crying, but I think I was just overwhelmed by it all. She gave me a warm hug and went downstairs to make dinner.

My dad got back from work about three hours later, and dinner was strangely quiet, I knew my mum would keep her word. But I was worried he knew something somehow. He on the other hand, figured I was quiet because he had grounded me yesterday, so he gave me a motivational speech about why I should remain focused on my academics and future and how he was only looking out for me then promised to give me back my cellphone at the end of the school week.

I was relieved when I finally got back to my room and lay on my bed, trying super hard to forget every unusual thing that had been occurring recently, including what Nicholas had said he wanted to show me tonight... as I slipped into sleep, this was the longest day in my life and I was glad it was over. Or so I thought.