Secrets

Chapter 1

“I DON’T WANT YOU HERE ANY MORE,” yelled my stepfather at me, his voice booming around the frightfully empty house. “GET OUT MY HOUSE NOW!”

Those were the words that started it all. I didn’t argue with him, I didn’t like him anyway and I knew for a fact he never liked me. I was the hindrance that had once stopped the family consisting of him and my now deceased mother. Well congrats moron, you get the house to yourself just like you always wanted.

Without even time to pack, he pushed me roughly out the door and locked it sharply behind me, narrowly missing catching my long dark hair in the hinge. I was left standing in the rain with nothing to my name but the clothes on my back and shoes on my feet but I had too much pride to turn around to knock on the door and beg for my possessions. Plus leaving them there caused more problems for him, so I wasn’t completely opposed to the idea.

Step by step I left the house I once called home and headed towards the person that had meant most to me in the world, wanting to see them for one last time.

By the time I reached the tall iron gates of the graveyard, the rain hadn’t let up and was pounding down in large, heavy drops. My jeans stuck to my legs uncomfortably and my top had turned see-through yet I didn’t care. I passed tomb after tomb until one caught my eye and I fell to the ground before it.  

A steady waterfall of tears streamed down my cheeks mixing with the rain as I knelt on the cold, muddy ground staring through blurry eyes at the recently engraved gravestone in front of me.

Evangeline Evans.

Born 24th January 1972 – Died 3rd May 2011.

Loving wife and mother. Will be missed.

I wanted to ask her why she left me but I never did, for I knew I would be met by silence just like the many times before. I wanted her to hold me in her arms and hug me like she had done when I was a little child and cut my knee open from being careless whilst tree climbing. What hurt most was knowing that no matter how much I wished it, she would never return.

How long I sat there, I don’t know, but eventually I picked up my frozen body and turned around. Without a backwards glance I left, shifting quickly into my snow-white wolf and virtually painlessly due to the numbing sensation the icy wind had blessed me with. Not even bothering to hide the ripped fabric that surrounded me I sprinted towards the woods that bordered the small town, running the full perimeter of the graveyard.

Trees shot past me faster than I could count and I jumped and dodged roots that protruded dangerously from the ground. As I ran, a destination appeared in my head. A place I knew I would be welcome at.

I pressed my slowly tiring muscles faster towards my last living relative, knowing that nothing would be the same. My Grandmother had always understood me, and had always cared, my mom was just like her, I mean, she was her daughter.

I stopped about a mile away from my Nanny’s house, she didn’t know what I was, and I didn’t want her to find out. She was just another person that I kept my secret from. Shifting back into a human, I grabbed a stray jacket that was lying on the ground to cover my naked body with. Sneaking into the convenience store through the side door that opened up into the alley I was in, I quickly stole some clothes, I know it’s wrong, but I couldn’t show up at my Grandmother’s front door with only a jacket on.

The walk wasn’t a long one, but I was already worn out from running so far in one day. As I reached the large brass gate, I pushed the call button and the voice I knew so well came on, “What do you want! No I don’t want any more of them damn Girl Scout cookies!”