Howling To The Moon

Chapter 21

I sat forward gasping for air. The face in front of mine moved and he stepped backwards looking at me.

"Miss McGuire please sit back." He said fixing his white jacket. I listened and sat back trying to calm my breath.

"Who are you? Where am I?" I asked gasping for breath.

"My name is doctor Smith. Your at the Makson Ville Hospital." He said and I put my hand to my chest.

"What happened?" I asked and he sighed.

"You tumbled down a flight of stairs. You had a concussion and went into a coma." He said and I gasped.

"How long?" I asked and he looked down.

"How long was I out doctor?" I asked and he looked up.

"One year and Three months." He said and I felt tears filling my eyes. Three months? Where were the guys? Where were my friends?

"Where are my friends?" I asked and he sighed.

"The only one who has come to visit you was your mother." He said and I looked at him.

"What!?" I screamed and he looked down.

"I was in here for a year and three months and nobody visited me except her!? Who brought me here?" I asked and he looked down.

"We have no clue. You were brought in and set in the lobby and left." He explained and I restrained myself from screaming.

"You can leave tomorrow if you'd like." He said and I nodded.

"Good." I said and he turned leaving. I put my hand on my heart and bit my lip. My friends? Yeah right. I don't have friends. I laid there that whole day contemplating my next move. Everything I had seen in my coma was a lie. The next day I was out of there. I didn't say anything, just sighed the papers and got my belongings. At least whomever dropped me off was nice enough to place my wallet full of cash and a backpack of my clothes on me. I caught a bus and road out of that town. We had to go through the familiar mountains and I sat on the watching the trees. I could feel something move within them but it didn't bother me. When we reached the destination, I got off the bus and walked down to the water. The waves pushed the salty water to my toes.

"Tara?" A female voice asked and I turned to be greeted by Mira's big blue eyes.

"Mira." I said stepping forward and hugging her. She had aged a little dive I'd seen her. Her long brown hair was now to her knees and she was taller.

"What are you doing here?" She asked and I looked down. I had nothing. The people I trusted didn't care and lied to me.

"I had to get away. They're not my friends. I'm alone." I said and felt tears trickle down my cheeks. There was no stopping the tears. They had been stuck there for a year, they needed to be free. She instantly grabbed my wrist and drug me to her brothers introducing me to them all. I knew Chris and Joseph but Michael and Grey were younger then them both and older then Mira. She asked them if I could stay with them but they were hesitant to accept. I knew they would be so I left them alone to decide. I was walking along the beach when Grey ran up beside me. He smiled at me and sighed.

"I heard what happened when Joseph came for you. You were in the hands of Dean Westroad." Grey said and I nodded. It hit me that they could of heard what happened to Dean.

"What happened to him?" I asked and Grey sighed.

"Tara, I also heard you just got out of a hospital." He said and we came up to a bench and I sat. He sat beside me and I frowned.

"I was in a coma for a year and three months. None of my friends visited." I said and he leaned forward and put scratched the back of his head.

"That's horrible." He said and I sighed.

"He's dead isn't he?" I asked and he looked at me. I looked up meeting his eyes and he nodded. I felt the tears as they began streaming down my cheeks. I his my face with my palms and sobbed silently. This had happened many times before except Greys reaction. He reached over and pulled me into a hug allowing me to cry into his shoulder. When I was done he still held me there until someone cleared their throat. I turned to see Chris standing there with a smirk.

"You can stay." He said before turning and walking away.

"So, uh, your probably tired but I was wondering if you wanted to just walk around and talk. If your tired its fine." Grey said and I turned to him and smiled.

"Are you serious? I've been sleeping a year and three months. Let's go!" I said and we stood. I walked beside him along the sand, letting the waves lick my feet. We talked about the simplest things. We talked about favorite colors, and actors, TV shows and movies. We talked about favorite cartoons which was for both of us Scooby doo. Then we got to more serious topics, like education, future and family.

"Parents died when I was thirteen but it turns out they were still alive. My mother tried to stop a public Lycan fight with her powers and erased my fathers memory of us. Then she felt guilty and faked their deaths so she wouldn't have to come home." I said and he smiled.

"We might seem related but none of us are actually related except Chris and Mira. My parents were so weird. My mother was a Lycan and my father was a hunter. When I was born my mother sent me to the orphanage and her and my father were executed for treason." He explained and I nodded. He told me with some much emotion I reached over and grabbed his hand.

"I'm sorry." I explained and he smiled. We were sitting again on a bench staring at the sinking sun. He was beside me and I could feel his gaze on my face.