Fearless

I'm Purebred Bitch

Chapter Two: I'm Purebred, Bitch

"HOW THE FUCKING FUCK HAVE YOU NOT TOLD ME BEFORE THIS!" Aaron shouted at me. I shrugged. Aaron was sprawled on my bed, our homework that we had gotten was lying around him. I sat facing Aaron and sitting backwards in my desk chair. I lifted my head from where it was resting on my arms.

"Because it shouldn't have happened. Rebekah is the way she is because of me." I sighed out.

"Does she know? Did you tell her?" Aaron asked me. I shook my head. "WHAT THE FUCK!?" He screamed. I flinched at his volume.

"She doesn't want to talk to me." I muttered.

"Of course she doesn't! You condemned her to our miserable lives as-" Aaron was cut off by Charlie Downing, my sister of a sort, when she burst into my room.

"Aaron! Michael!" she exclaimed. She pulled the both of us off of our asses and crushed us into a hug. "It's been too long." she whispered.

"You two hungry? I brought some pot roast for you. I know how much you hate cooking." Charlie bustled about my room, tossing things into their appropriate places before she left for the kitchen. Aaron and I both dismissed any thoughts of homework and followed Charlie into the kitchen.

"You two need to clean this damn cabin," Charlie scolded. "But, the woods have never been more green." she sighed.

"Alright, gimme some food," Aaron said before licking his lips hungrily. I grabbed a bowl of pot roast and went over to the table. I kicked back in one of the wooden chairs and started to snarf down the meat. I was done by the time Aaron sat down.

"I forgot how hungry teenagers can be," Charlie muttered to herself.

"So, Charlie. Why weren't you at school today? And why aren't you going to be there tomorrow?" Aaron asked her. Charlie sat down in one of the chairs.

"Early today, I went up and saw Jared," she said. Aaron almost choked on the pot roast. My eyes were wide as Aaron interrogated Charlie.

"Why? What the hell could have made you think that was a good idea? Did he do anything to you? If he did I swear to god-" I drowned out the rest of Aaron's empty threats.

"Goddammit Aaron, I went up to see him because I'm pregnant!" Charlie exclaimed over him. We both fell silent.

"Grandpa is coming down here tomorrow. That's why the sub is staying. I need to make sure that the baby is healthy, and I need to check and see if our gene was passed down to them." Charlie explained tiredly. She turned to me.

"Have you talked to that girl yet?" she asked me. Aaron rolled his eyes.

"No, Michael's too much of a scaredy-wolf to even look at her." Aaron teased. He pushed his bowl away from where his arms were resting on the table.

"She won't talk to me. The trait hasn't been activated, and it never will be. I'm making sure of it." I said. Charlie rolled her eyes.

"Please tell me you're not stalking the poor girl." she huffed.

"What? No! I'm just keeping an eye on her at school." I told her. Charlie stood up from her seat and took our bowls into the kitchen. Aaron and I followed. "She's doing fine. Other than the bullying caused by the scars I gave her, and the stupid asshats trying to get in her pants. But other than that she's fine." I tried to assure Charlie.

"You need to suck it up and talk to her. I doubt she still hates you." Charlie said.

"Charlie, I left her on the other side of Canada. She had to hitchhike her way back here. She definitely still hates me." Charlie rolled her eyes at me again.

"Alright, I know you two have homework from my class. Go and do it before I put on a horror movie," she told us. She pushed us out of the kitchen forcefully. "Go on, get! You filthy mutts!" she called. Aaron turned around with a puzzled expression.

"If we're mutts, then what the hell are you?" he asked her. Charlie glared at him before chucking a plastic water bottle in our general direction.

"I'm purebred, bitch." she snarled. Aaron and I ran over to my room, unable to stop laughing. I fell down on my bed next to Aaron.

"Alright, let's get this shit done," I said. Aaron nodded in agreement.

***

"Why did you give us so much homework?" Aaron complained as we sat with Charlie on the log couches in the lounge. Outside, it was a torrential downpour. Lightning was flashing, thunder booming. The storm was shaking our cabin.

"Because you need to learn what I'm teaching you and homework reinforces the knowledge," Charlie said. She tossed a piece of popcorn in a high arc. It landed in my mouth. Charlie had decided that we should watch House of a Thousand Corpses.

"Why are we watching this again?" I asked Charlie. She glared at me.

"Because it's my favorite," she whined.

"I've got a better idea. Why don't we go out and run through the rain like we used to." Aaron lept up from the couch.

"C'mon Charlie! Remember how much fun we had? We should go, I need to stretch out my legs." Aaron pleaded. Charlie shook her head sadly.

"Not tonight, boys. The woods will be crawling with hunters. The full moon is coming up. They'll be expecting us to get out early." Charlie said. "We should lay low until the full moon is over."

"Noooo. That's never stopped us before." Aaron said.

"Aaron, knock it off. We're in no condition to go running around in the middle of the night." Charlie snapped.

"Yeah, Aaron. Charlie's right. We shouldn't go. If something happens to Charlie the baby could get hurt." I said.

"Why do you two have to be so responsible all the time," Aaron mumbled as he walked moodily over to his room. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Go, it's fine. I'll watch it alone. You guys never liked it anyway." Charlie said with a fake smile. I sighed before jogging over to Aaron's room. I knocked on the door softly.

"Aaron, open up!" I called. There was no answer. I could hear the creak of the floorboards. "I know you're in there."

I heard the window open. My heart fell down into my stomach and started to melt from the acid as I realized what he was going to do. I ran out of the hallway. Charlie was still staring at the TV screen and munching on popcorn.

"Michael, what's wrong?" she asked worriedly.

"Aaron left, I've got to go get him," I said hurriedly before I ran out the back door and into the rain.