Beasts

1: Overdue Truth

"Shut up!" I yelled and turned around. Then immediately regretted it. Danny sighed.

"I'm sorry, June, but I can't do this anymore." He said sadly. I looked down at his hand on my shoulder and my stomach dropped ten stories. Once it's gone I regretted it all. "Danny, wait!" I turned around and wrapped my arms around him.

"Please... I don't want to be alone..." I said softly. It's too hard to face mom. In fear that I'll lose her as well. Sometimes I don't even know who I am even.

  "You need to sort yourself out. I'll be here for you. I just can't be with you. Understand?" He held me by my shoulders but I couldn't face him. So I kept my eyes on my shoes. "Understand?" He says louder and held my chin up so I faced him. His eyes were clouded over with pity and I knew I had to let go. Why should he be burdened with my problems? I couldn't speak with the lump in my throat so instead I nodded. He smiled and gave me a long kiss. Warm and soft like the one he gave me when he told me he loved me. When life was much simpler. "God, I'm going to miss you..." He sighed over my head as I watched my tear get adsorbed into the fabric of his shirt.

"Me too..." I finally managed to say.

  The drive home was silent. When we got to my house, I glanced over at Danny and he looked at me. He took my hand and kissed the back of it without looking away from my eyes. I could tell he didn't want to say goodbye either but there's no other choice. "You are too beautiful for your own good. You know that?" He said and with a chuckle. "I'll see you around." I said and step out of the car. "Bye." He said as I close the door. I don't turn back because I don't want him to see me cry. How did I end up here?

A year and a half ago...

"Hey beautiful." I looked up from my shoes and a guy's standing there with his hands in his pockets and that vibe to him.  He probably just came to this party to hit on people.

"Really? That's your pick up line?" I can't help but smile and he notices that.

"So what's the name to that pretty face of yours?" He asked and nudged me with his shoulder, a smirk plastered on his face.

"June." I answered.

"Um that's the month. I asked for your name."

"That is my name, dummy."

"Really? Why did your parents name you that of all names? I get June is a good month, but..."

"I was born June 1st. Right after midnight. So...yah. Also, my dad asked my mom to name me that before he left. God knows why." I explained. I wasn't going to tell him how the bracelet I've been wearing my whole life was also something my mom promised my dad she would do.

"Oh, so you're a bastard?" He blurted out. "Wait. No. That came out wrong." He sighed out of frustration."Anyway, I'm Daniel. Call me Danny though."

"Got it," I nodded. "Daniel."

Present...

I sighed and leaned against the door. "June?" Mom called from upstairs.

"Yah?" I answered back.

"Just checking." I don't reply and head up to my room after taking off my shoes. I closed the door behind me and turned to left, where my mirror was. Should I say closet? Mirror closet? The doors are mirrors too, okay? I walked over to get a better look at myself. Recently, my eyes have been getting these gold flecks to them. I pushed back my bangs which curls down the side of my face. I looked down at my matte-black nails. It's like I can feel my blood coursing through my veins.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

It's also been harder to sleep. I keep waking up in the middle of the night for no reason. I don't know anymore.

  I threw myself on my bed to rot. No thinking, no moving, just laying there. Empty and hating myself. After a bit, I finally sat up. I crossed my legs and pulled out my phone. The conversation Danny and I had before mocked me. 'Can you come over?' He asked. 'Sure' I had texted back. I should of said no. So should of. But noooo, I had to be an idiot.

  I smacked my phone down on my pillow and grab my violin propped up against the wall. Mom said I needed an outlet to my feelings when I was, what, fourteen? Now I played it almost everyday. Practice makes perfect, right? I glided my fingers down the strings and took back phone, realizing I need it. I have the beats of so many songs downloaded, it's not even funny. I clicked the random button then set my phone aside. Once I see the song title I'm happy I got it. Counting Stars is one of my favourites. Actually, it is my favourite. I could play the song by heart with my eyes closed. I held my violin up to my chin as the beat started.

  Playing it makes me feel better but when the song ends I'm depressed again. Then I heard clapping. I looked up and mom was at the door. Shoot. I forgot to lock it. "I knew those lessons were a good idea." She gave me a weak smile. We still talk, there's just this tension in the air now.

"Tell me about dad." I blurted out.

"Pardon?" She tilted her head and took a step in.

"T-tell me about him. I know he's apart of this." I said sternly, testing our relationship a bit. I could feel it in me. I knew that it was certain he was part of the reason of what is happening to me.

"You are just like him. Stubborn. You know what you want but you won't admit it to yourself." She crossed her arms and shook her head. "Your father...he was different."

"Different? Different how? Like mental different? " I asked.

"No, he wasn't mental. He was like no one else. A proud man that didn't take no for an answer. He also wasn't a normal guy..." She said with her eyes going from starry to dark.

"And...?" I said when she didn't say anything. She dropped her arms.

"I think it would be best if he told you himself... You're an adult now. It's time you go see him."

"What?" Is all I said. "Where is he even!?" I said too loudly.

"June, calm yourself." I closed my mouth and sunk back down. "He's some where far, far, away. You'll be better there. Happier. There's nothing left for you here. You're father will tell you everything."

"I-I don't understand-" I stuttered and mom put up her hand.

"I know you don't, but you have to trust me. You don't belong here."