My Past?

Chapter Eight~ TreeHouse of Memories

The door is bashed in. Xavier drops me and jumps out the window. I am on the ground in a flash. My hands around my neck I gasp for air. My gasp become coughs. Once, I catch my breath I roll to my back. Looking around my room I see Scott by my side. My mouth opens to speak but pain shoots in my neck. I feel my legs no longer respond to me. "G-get out of h-here before I hurt you," I yell at him my body rolled over to my elbows. He shakes his head. I am no longer in control off my body. Beginning to fight Scott was the worst thing to watch. I was easily over powering him, which was suspicious. His eyes filled with worry as they land on my neck. My body steps back and begin to circle him, my growls where low and threatening. My back is to my bed when he charges. We crash onto the bed. He has me pinned. My body begins to wiggle and squirm under his touch. "I am sorry Skylar." He extends his fangs. His heads lowers to my neck, and he bites down. My body stops fighting. He gets off of me and sits at the side of the bed.

My back arches and I scream bloody murder. My neck feels as if shots of wolfs bane were injected into my neck. My veins feel like fire. I look over to Scott. He is now rocking back and forth his hands gripping his hair. His eyes hold tears. My hand goes out towards his. He looks at me and down at my hand. Taking it, sparks went off. Sparks that I never had with Xavier. I begin to scream more. My screams soon become into loud grunts. The pain was hitting me. It felt as if something was pushing its way out of my neck. Finally I felt my pain release me and I gasped tears running down my face. Looking to the side of me I see blood stained sheet. There is a very small worm like device thrashing around. Panicking I scramble backwards falling of the bed and into Scotts arms. He jumps, but after registering my expression he looks around the room. His eyes settle on the thing on my bed. I look around my room for a box. Successfully finding one I grab it and open it. Scott grabs the device and chunks it into the box.

I take the box downstairs and out the door. Walking over to the hospital I take a breath before entering. Hands relax on my shoulders. I tense up but the relax from the touch. Together Scott and I walk into the hospital. There was no longer blood on the walls, and the people I had hurt were back up and running. No body looked at me differently, but I felt horrible. Making my way to the doctor's office I laid the box on his desk. "That thing was the thing controlling me. You can take a look, but I beg you don't have that anywhere near me." The doctor nods and I walk out of the room.

Punching the punching bag I grunt once contact is made. Working on my stance I keep on hitting the bag. After awhile I hit the weights. I start of small with 45. Then as I go along I add and add. My mind flashes back to me being so defenseless against Xavier's little machine. I keep adding until I reach 150. My training had caught most of the guys' attention. They all watched as I began to add ten more pounds after each rep. A hand lightly gripped my arm. My head snapped up. "Skylar I think that is enough for today." I nodded at Scott. Grabbing my water bottle and towel I walk outside: alone. I wasn't angry at Scott heck he helped me from killing my pack, and his mark didn't stay. Odd, really odd, but I ignored that fact.

As I reach the edge of the pack house I look around. Seeing no one with in eye range I leave my clothes and items in a pile next to the tree line. I shift into my wolf. My wolf was pure white. Along time ago it look gray. But the past 2 years when Xavier would allow me to shift, my coat started to turn shades. Xavier would only smirk when seeing my coat getting whiter. Once he saw my fur he'd order me to shift back. It has been forever since I just shifted to shift. I shook out my fur. Trotting through the woods I find a familiar tree. Smiling up at it I shift back and find the stash of clothes Scott and I had left here in case of emergency. Sadly I haven't gained my weight in four years, so I still fit into my clothes. I climbed up the old wooden ladder we had hand built.

Pushing my head up trough the cut out I pulled myself up. Walking over I duck down and entered the tree house. My beanbag was to my left with all of my stuff, and Scott's beanbag and stuff sat on my right. Pulling out the beanbag to the center of the floor I stretch out my legs and relax. I find myself becoming tired to tired to walk home. I walk over to my stash. Pulling out a blanket I fluff it and a pillow. Once most of the dust had left the items I quickly set up my bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow I was out like a light. No dreams were in this sleep, but the lullaby was echoing in my head. The soothing rhythm and woman's voice push me into a deeper sleep.

When I woke up my stiff body begged me not to move. Obviously ignore the screams of protest I stretched out my aching muscles. Looking around I realized how abandoned the tree house now looked. Cobwebs cover all of our stuff. Spider made their living in the corners of the room. Leaves laid on the floor with no color in them. Our windows had layers of dust covering them. Folding my blanket, I put it and my pillow back where they belong. When pushing the pillow back into the corner further I heard something hard hit the wood. Being curious I pulled the pillow back out. In the far back corner there was a wooden box. Setting the pillow to the side I put the box in my lap. Opening it up I saw so many things that brought happy tears to my eyes. Pictures of Scott and I as kids were piled in here. My memory shoots back to when Scott and I made this.

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"Come Sky, lets put some of our favorite things in here!" He began to pout. I know we weren't supposed to take things as important as these items and put them in a box. "I don't Scotty our parents will get mad." He shook his 6-year-old head. "No now hurry up I don't want to be late for dinner." Sighing I gave in. I took the two most important things to me and laid them in the box. Scott gasped, "Your putting that in there?" I shrugged my shoulders, "Yeah why not?" He just went along with it. Taking his spider man figure and his baseball in the box. "Now for the most important part." I nodded my head. Scott pulled out pictures he and I had taken through the past years. Laying them on top I buckled the lock. "Where do we put it," my voice was barely a whisper. Scott looked around us. His eyebrows rose when he found a spot. "Behind the blankets and pillows."

After putting the box in it place, we rushed down the ladder and to the pack house. We were late for dinner and we both knew my parents did not like us being out late.

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Putting the pictures to the ground I pull out Scotts action toy and baseball. Smiling to myself I put those down beside the pictures. I pick of the two items I had put inside the chest. The first babies dress that I have had forever. Then the second was a bracelet. It looks expensive  to expensive for my family. My curious eyes traveled over the bracelet. I had never taken it off until the day we put the stuff in here. It was a silver chain in the middle a charm. The engravings on the edges were elegant. In the middle was my name in cursive. I felt it with my thumb. Running it over the top. My pointer and middle hold it on the back. While I rubbed my thumb over the charm I felt something in the back. My eyebrows furred in confusion. Turing the bracelet over there are initials with a birth date on it. August 14th was written in cursive. On the top was 3 initials S.A.H. Is it possible this bracelet is from my real family? I will have to do research on it. I grabbed the dress and bracelet, and made my way down from the tree house.

Walking in the house I was immediately brought into someone's chest. With the sparks all over my body I realized it was Scott. I did not hug back. The images of me trying to kill him fluttered through my mind. Figuring out I wasn't hugging him back I could feel his sadness, but he rubbed that off and grabbed my shoulders.

"Are you okay? Did the mutt take you again? I swear I'll kill him if he laid a finger on you." He was worried about me that is new. I just stared off over his shoulder. My mind not letting me forget what I had almost done to him. He let his hands drop from my shoulders. "Oh. Well get dress I am taking you out tonight." His smile brightened. I just nodded my head and walked up the stairs to my left. Shutting my door I slid down to the floor. I began to sob silently  to myself. My best friend, my crush is my mate. I should be ecstatic, but I tried to kill him. My mind won't let it go. His eyes look betrayed. How could he forgive me? Wiping my tears I walked into my bathroom and took a long, peaceful shower.