Chapter 3: A Sudden Ephemeral Revelation
- Alexandria Brooke Snow's P.O.V. -
Wtf! Another cliffhanger?!
I let out a sigh of frustration.
Seriously teen wolf? I have to wait for another week?!
I let out a yawn and turned off my phone. I reached for the remote, and pressed the big red button, turning the television off.
I grabbed my mermaid doll, and closed my eyes. I started to replay and recap what happened in the beach just a few hours ago.
Why do I have to be so weak?
Max kneeled down and hugged me.
Even though the tears still wouldn't stop flowing down my face, his touch helped me relaxed a bit. He made me feel safe and secure in his arms. But at the same time, it just made me cried even harder, and when I did, he hugged me tighter.
It took me several deep breaths, before I was finally able to stop myself from crying. I wiped my tears away. I placed my arms around him, hugging him back.
"I miss you so much."
I slapped my forehead, and groaned. I sat back up, shaking my head. I covered my face with both of my hands, feeling embarrassed.
I can't believe I said all those to Max, but then somehow I'm glad I did. That was the first time I actually opened up to someone about it. I've been keeping it all bottled up inside me for so many years now, and it actually feels really good to let some of it out. It's like some weight has been lifted off my shoulder. But then it sucks that even though more than 5 years has already past, it still hurts so much like a new, fresh bleeding wound that I just got.
Crap. This is bad. I might start overthinking again.
I got out of bed and made my way out of my room and downstairs, to the kitchen.
I stopped midway when I suddenly heard whispering coming from the hall to my left. Who could still be up this late? I walked towards where the sound was coming from, looking for it. Then at the third door, on my left, I saw a yellow bright streak of light. I walked towards the door that was, luckily, slightly open. And took a peek.
I saw both my parents. My mom, sitting down on the white leather couch, looking displeased and my dad pacing around the room.
And that could only mean one thing - they're definitely arguing about something.
"Do we have to tell her now?"
"Yes, we have to. The earlier we tell her, the better."
"And how is that?"
"Because I just know. Alright?"
"She'll hate you for this, you know that right? And she'll hate me too."
"She will. And she'll forgive us. She has to do this, it's commendable for our future."
"I really don't have a say on this, do I? So I've got no choice but to agree. But at the very least, as your wife, can you accept this one condition?"
"What condition?"
"Just please don't tell her right away. Give it a few weeks or so. She just got home, I don't want to lose her again."
