A Delinquent School? Seriously Dudes? But I'm a wolf...

Chapter 17- A dream? Or a memory?

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Chapter 17- A dream? Or a memory?

(Robbi’s POV)

*Dream*

I was dreaming.

I knew I was dreaming, yet I couldn’t wake up.

I wanted to wake up though. Damn I wanted to wake up so bad!

I was in a room I recognised. A small dingy room. I instantly recognised it. This was my bedroom. Back at home, this had been my sanctuary. The only place I could go to get away from my father. And now I was back here?!

Why the fuckk was I back here?!

I crept over to my bedroom door, peaking out of the small gap. I could hear my fathers unsteady breathing down stairs, and his heartbeat. But there was something else down there. Two other heart beats. To more, separate hearts were beating downstairs.

Who. The. Hell?!

I crept out of the room, wincing as the door let out a small squeak.

Sitting beside the stairs, hidden by the corner of the wall, I listened to the people. Their voices were hushed. So low, even my wolf hearing could barely detect it. Like they didnt want anyone to know what they were talking about.

I could feel my heart thumping in my chest. It was like a sledgehammer. Pounding against my ribs, threatening to burst.

I took in a deep breath of air, straining my ears.

“...Robbi...”

“...just a girl...”

“...kill...”

“...pack...”

“...danger to...”

“...my son...”

“...my mate...”

“...gone...”

The few words meant nothing to me. What the hell does any of that mean? Well they’re talking about me, and that’s for fucking sure!

Damn him! What gives that bastard the right to talk about me after what he did to me?!

I felt my anger rising as I tried desperately to control myself.

This.

Is.

Only.

A.

Dream.

I took another deep breath. Yeah. It’s only a dream.

I slipped round the corner, making my way to the bottom of the stairs in silence, praying like hell that the floor wouldn’t creak. Before slipping behind the edge of the banister and slowing my breathing.

Yeah it’s a dream.

Of course they cant hurt me.

Doesnt exactly mean I’m not scared as hell.

I concentrated in on the voices, able to hear them a little clearer now that I was on the same level as them.

I peeked around the banister, and held back a gasp.

Stood in the lounge was my father, his matted hair flattened out neatly, and his usual stinky sweats swapped for some clean jeans, a shirt and a tie loose around his neck. I’d never seen him like this before. Almost as if he were trying to impress these people.

The other man standing beside him was one I couldn’t recognise. He looked vaguely familiar, yet I was sure I’d never seen him before in my life. He had black hair and was around the same height and build as my father.

But the last figure in the room was the one that caught my attention the most. The last was a wolf.

A huge grey wolf, sat slap bang in the middle of the lounge.

The grey wolf that attacked me last night.

Oh my god.

What the hell is going on!

Breath Rob. Breath.

Okay. So I had a fight with this guy, and now I’m having a nightmare about him. That’s all this is. A silly nightmare.

I was about to focus in on what they were saying, when a sound from the kitchen caught my attention.

A loud shrieking. A baby crying.

That was me.

I held back a gasp at the realisation.

This was a memory. I was too young to remember it properly, but somehow it was always there at the back of my mind.

And then the crying cut off.

My heart stopped in fear. Oh my god. They’ve hurt me haven’t they! Oh god!

But when I turned back to the lounge, no one had moved. Except that now..now.. there was a boy in the corner. A boy no older than four, if that. A boy who was hugging the baby, me, to his chest like she was the last thing on earth. The baby, me, looked about one, not really a baby, but not yet a toddler.

“Daddy” the boy whimpered, and my heart skipped a beat. He was so scared. So innocent. And so, so scared.

The man turned to him, his eyes filled with hatred. A hatred so deep that I had to grab hold of the wooden steps I was sat on to stop myself from lunging at that assholes throat.

The grey wolf snarled at the boy, while my father glared hatefully at the girl that the boy now cradled to his chest.

Yes. That man had always hated me. And I’ve always known that.

The wolf man stepped towards the boy and it took every ounce of strength I had, not to pin him down right now.

He took another step towards the boy, as he whimpered, and then he slapped the boy. He actually slapped him!

What kind of a fuckedd up mother fucker slaps a three year old kid?! ARGH!

Before I could stop myself, I was flying through the air. A feral growl ripped through my chest, one more vicious than I’d ever thought I was capable of. I pounced onto the unrecognisable man, slashing at his face. But before I could do any real damage, my father shifted.

I didnt have time to be shocked that he too was a wolf, before he whacked into my chest, forcing me to the floor, before landing forcefully on my chest with his front paws.

A small growl escaped my lips as I tried to stay calm.

This is only a dream.

It’s only a frickin dream.

Just. A. Dream.

Oh man this better be a dream.

Before I could think of anything else, he lunged his head forward, his teeth plunging into my neck, ripping away at the flesh. I let out a loud howl before everything went black.

*End of dream*

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