Demons

Chapter 11 - The Return of The Demon

{Soundtrack: "Tyrant" by OneRepublic}

Blake's pov:

I take a deep breath to myself before I sit down by the window. My heart is pounding like hell inside my chest and the coldness from the window gets to me as Kate sits down in front of me. The wolf inside of me is turning anxious to the point where he wants me to transform and run out of here, avoiding this entire conversation. I remember when I first discovered him and he learned every single piece of my history. He got to learn all of my darkest secrets from when I was a little kid to the day I ran off. Some things he's even told me he would've been better off not knowing...

...it's the very same thing that I keep thinking right now regarding telling Kate. Alec knows about all of the things that happened because he was there to see it, and like Kate has pointed out, the reason why I've been avoiding him is because he does know. Kate on the other hand is one that I just cannot walk around and ignore. She usually gets her will when she wants me to spill something. I can't fight her like that because I know that when I tell her, I usually feel a sense of freedom from the demons I battle.

After a moment of unsuccessfully managing to form a sentence, Kate sits even closer to me and places her hand on my cheek, caressing it with her thumb. After a while, I grab her hand and hold on to it, trying to keep a brave smile. I guess she sees the struggle in it because she sits even closer to me.

- Blake, you are seriously worrying me. I sense a lot of pain in you right now and your wolf is making it even more obvious by avoiding mine. I don't know what's worse: the past you're trying to hide or the fact that you fight so hard to keep it buried...

I see her genuine concern when I look into her eyes. I try to sit up a little bit before I sigh deeply.

- Well, I can honestly say that my wolf...well, when he learned of the past I was running from when I transformed the first time he didn't want to ever revisit it, he never wanted to talk about it because he felt guilty for not coming to me sooner. I just went with it because I was also trying to just forget everything that led me to actually running away, even though being on the run constantly reminded me...

I can sense the pain and anger rise inside my chest. My breath is turning even shakier.

- I always prayed that I would be nothing like him, you know? I always prayed that whenever I had kids of my own, I would never force my will upon them or put them in a...in a torture chamber for a week for innocent disobedience...I mean what kind of father would do that?

Kate holds on to my hand tightly.

- Blake, you're nothing like that. God knows why people turn out that way against their own blood, but you are nothing like that and you know that.

I almost chuckle to myself when I hear that. Of course, hearing and knowing that I have become nothing like my old man comforts me to a degree, it still makes me wonder how I even managed that.

- I grew up with a monster of a father, Kate. From the very beginning, he was the reason I slept in fear, woke up in the mornings wondering what the day was going to be like. I only survived because I wasn't alone. I had my twin brother and I had Alec.

- Blake, what did he do to you?

She caught the sense of what I was saying right away. I have to swallow more than just a couple of times. I even have to look away from her eyes as those images from the past come back to me. The fact that I'm even talking about this out loud scares the hell out of me. There's this one memory that constantly comes back to haunt me...especially in the mornings.