Ivy
Ashley, Blake, Cameron and I have been spending the past few days together, getting to know each other more. And, I realised Cameron isn't as creepy as he first seemed. He was... Well, very sweet to me. And so very caring. Aw. No, Ivy. No. Blake... Confession... Remember?
Right. So, today was day I finally got the courage to confess to Blake. It was when I was wide awake last night then I realised that I like Blake a lot and that I had to let him know. He had been so protective of me, always making sure that I'm not hurt.
It was six am in the morning and I couldn't wait no more. The longer I waited, the less patience I would have left, so I decided to go to Blake's room right this instance.
I tip toed to Blake's room which was a floor above mine. I didn't want to wake anybody up. God, it would be so embarrassing if anyone knew I was going to confess to Blake at six in the morning.
I was getting closer and closer to his room. My nerves were getting so damn tensed. What would he say? Would he feel the same? Well, I certainly hope he would...
Soon, I found myself situated outside Blake's room. Knock Ivy, just knock on the damn door– maybe I shouldn't do this today, maybe I'll just–
*knocks* well, shit.It was eerily silent, only the sound of pans clinking against each other from the kitchen downstairs. Silence was all I got from his room. Was he still asleep?
"Blake?" I called out softly. "You up?"
Curiosity got a hold of me as I opened the door as silently as I could and peeked in.
All I could make out in this dim lighting was Blake wrapping his arms around this girl. I squinted my eyes and walked closer.
Ashley?
Blake was sleeping soundly with his hands around a girl. Around my best friend. My heart shattered and it ached. Oh, trust me. It was hurting so much I just wanted to pull it right out to stop the pain. The floodgates opened as I bit my trembling lip to stop myself from full out sobbing right here. Right in front of them.
All the memories I had with Blake flashed through my mind. All those times we spent together... I thought– I was just being ludicrous wasn't I? Wishful thinking.
I couldn't take the scene in front of me. I couldn't accept this. So I ran. I ran out of the house. Barefooted and into the woods. (A/N: high-five, if you watch the movie!) I ran and ran, until my lungs couldn't take it anymore; until my legs were wobbly and tired. I shakily and feebly made my way to the nearest tree and slumped against it.
Double betrayal. First, seeing his hands wrapped around a girl, then realising it was actually Ashley? Tears made its way down my cheeks, I didn't even bother wiping them.
I thought... I thought he– I thought he liked me... That's why he acted so caring. It was all fake. All of it. He doesn't care about me. No one does!
The more I thought of him, the more the tears flowed out. I just couldn't stop it. I took a few deep breaths then released them, hoping to calm me down and it did. Somehow.
I heard leaves crunch behind me just as I was about to head back... And leave. I swiftly turned my head around. I gasped. Is that a... Is that a wolf? I rubbed my eyes and blinked rapidly to make sure I wasn't hallucinating.
It was huge, almost twice my size, with short dark grey fur and spots of brown fur near its eyes and snout. Its paws were covered in white fur. It stood shyly in front of me. Its eyes were light blue, with streaks of black. It felt so familiar.
Its snout was nudging me. When did it get so close? I tried moving back, moving away from it. I should feel scared. But I wasn't. Why?
I slowly lifted my hands, trying to touch it. Its fur looked so soft. I just had to. Curiosity got a hold of me again. They say "curiosity killed the cat" and it did. But I just couldn't stop myself. It instinctively moved closer to me and tilted it's head to one side as though asking me to touch it. I took a few steps forward and started stroking it until it all clicked.
The growling, the blue eyes, my suspicion from before; the werewolf. Was it Cameron? Do werewolves actually exist?
"Are you... Are you Cameron?" I asked timidly.
The wolf looked shocked at first but then nod– Wait what? It nodded? So I was right?
Werewolves have two forms, the human form and the wolf form. I remembered reading this from a story in Wattpad.
"Could you change? Into your human form, I mean." I asked.
The wolf, now known as Cameron, was hesitant at first, but soon after still moved behind a tree. A few moments later, Cameron walked out with a pair of basketball shorts on.
"Ho-how did you know?" Cameron asked as he neared me.
"Wattpad," I shrugged casually.
Cameron's face looked confused.
"It's an app where people can write stories and post them. There are lots of categories; fan fictions, teen fictions, vampires, werewolves and so much more." I explained.
"Oh," Cameron nodded slowly processing what I had just said.
"Hey... Uh, are you okay? I saw you running out of the house just now." Cameron asked.
I gulped. "I... I saw Blake in bed with... With Ashley." The last part was barely audible.
"Do you like him?"
"I do, I wanted to confessed to Blake today. That's why I went to find him..."
Cameron's shoulder visibly tensed as he clenched his fists and made a small frown. He then relaxed a little bit before sighing and moving closer to give me a hug. I immediately felt warm and comfortable.
"Why not I tell you more about werewolves?" Cameron said pulling me to a tree and settling me down.
"Sure."
"Okay, so, werewolves have mates and–"
"Yeah yeah I know, they have a strong bond and only love each other. Oh! And they only have one mate."
"Yeah... Something like that." Cameron took in a deep breath. "Blake and Ashley are mates."
I froze. Oh. Oh. I immediately felt so so bad, I felt like I was actually the one that betrayed Ashley. I mean they were meant to be, and I was... not.
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