I woke up in the middle of the night not knowing why. I listened but couldn't hear anything. I used to wake up a lot back at home when I heard my father walking up the stairs. But I'm not home anymore, I told myself, I'm safe. I sighed and rolled over to only find a solid wall in my way. I sat up, my fight or flight reflex kicking in. So much for that thought. I slowly get out of bed and back up until my back hits the wall. I stay there for about ten minutes until I convince myself that no one was coming after me. I slowly creep around the bed heading towards the side where the person ways lying on, I crouch down as close as I dare and look to see who it was.
Landon was laying there all peaceful like so I hit him. I smacked his arm and he jumped awake. "Landon! You scared the crap out of me!" I smacked him again for good measure.
"Sorry," He mumbles and he rubbed his eyes sitting up.
"God, you can't just do that. I thought you were a kidnapper or a murderer." Or worse, I thought to myself, my father.
He chuckles. "Calm down, Aubrey. Come back to bed." He lies back down and rolls onto his stomach.
"Oh yeah, because I can so go back to sleep now." I walk back to my side and sit on the edge of the bed. "Why are you in here anyways?" I said quieter.
He sighs and at first I didn't think he was going to answer but he eventually says, "Because when you ran off like that I thought you were running away from me so I had to come in here before I ripped someone a new one." He mumbled.
"I was running away from you." I murmured. I didn't think he heard me but next thing I know I was being pulled down.
I ended up next to him with his arm around my shoulder, my head on his chest. "Why?" His mouth rested on the top of my head and I could feel his breath when he spoke.
"When my dad got mad he would...well you know." His arm stiffened behind me. "And what I said made you mad so I jumped up before what usually happened next could happen." I said messing with my Pajama shirt.
"You thought I was going to hit you?" He asked in disbelief.
"Well not exactly, it's just that when I saw you get mad, memories came back and I ran." I said shrugging. "Force of habit, I guess."
"I wasn't made at you, I was mad at myself." He said sighing, his breath hot on the top of my head.
I waited but he didn't continue, I looked up and saw his eyes closed. I reached up and ran the tips on my fingers down his check. He sighed, this time with content and snuggled more closer making me be practically on top of him. I rested my hand on his chest and closed my eyes.
I fell asleep and for the first time I wasn't scared before I shut my eyes.
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The next morning I woke up to movement. I lifted my head up off the pillow and looked over. Landon was getting out of bed. I rolled over so my back was to him. I didn't want him to see the hurt look on my face that I got from seeing him sneak off.
Today is Saturday so I can sleep in. I snuggled deeper into the pillow and brought the blanket up to my chin. I waited for the sound of the door opening but it never came. I peeked over the cover and saw Landon sitting at the edge of the bed. I rolled on my back and looked at him.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
He looked back at me. "Nothing." He got up and walked towards the door.
Before he opened it I asked, "Why were you mad at yourself?"
"What," He asked, turning back around.
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my life as Aubrey (currently being edited)
WerewolfAubrey has a bad life at home. Her father beats her and her mother is to busy getting high or drunk to care. When the jerk of her school, Landon, says shes his mate and finds out what Aubrey's home life is like he wants to help her but for some reas...