The Broken Werewolves: Forbidden Law (BxB)

Chapter 11: School Is Cool

Chapter 11
School is Cool

 My whole body trembles as the images of them hurting me. The wounds have reopened and it feels like my heart is ready to bleed, and I know that it would take a long time for me to calm down. The face of Perry Dames has been flashing in front of my face, and every time it does, my knees would go weak. He has bullied me for so long as well as his friends. He can't be here. The pack is located in Michigan, and we're in Wisconsin so how he can be here? Unless... unless they moved into here. But that's not possible. The land is loved and adored by the pack and leaving that place is impossible for them. It was founded by the Great Alpha's great-great-grandfather, and ever since, they lived there peacefully. The last time, for as long as I can remember, the land was heavily guarded as always. No one dared to attack the pack because the enemies knew they were strong. Apparently, I didn't get that trait. I was the weak one. The loner. The boy with no family. The broken one.

As I gaze on the place where he was just five or ten minutes ago - I lost track of time, Troy kneels down and studies me, his grey eyes piercing right through mine and suddenly, I feel calm. I just got a chance to know him days ago, but he already has this certain effect on me. Dave massages my tensed back and I immediately relax under the familiar touch. I sigh, knowing that I have to explain to them what happened to me, but I don't feel like to.

Dave is about to open his mouth when the ring bells, indicating the the lesson has ended and we're ready to go. As my eyes scan the area, students are looking at me. Some are confused, some are amused, and some just don't care enough.

"Are you okay now?" Troy asks me using the tone of an angel and I give him a reassuring smile. I am now. Maybe my brain was just tricking me. But I swear I have seen his face. The face that has been haunting me every night. The face that occurs in my every nightmare every time I would sleep at night, every time I would shut my eyes to rest. Just thinking of his face is enough for me to have a headache. I should take some medicine.

Dave helps me stand up, and my knees feel like they are jellyace, wobbly and weak. I grasp Troy's hand that he offered me, and I use all my strength to stand up. Seeing Perry's face again makes me want to shout and scream, or sulk in the corner and cry. Dave still has a worried etched on his face. He'd probably tell Mom about this and I don't want Mom to be worried for me than she is. She has done a lot to help me. Enough is enough. I should not ask for more.

"I'm okay now, Dave." I say. The lie is coming out of my mouth smoothly than I intend to. Oh I'm becoming a liar. I hate this. Though my left eye twitches from lying, Dave believes the lie that has easily come out of my very own mouth. "I think I just needed rest. Last night, I wasn't able to sleep well. I didn't have enough sleep. Maybe eating would do me good."

We begin to walk out of the room and I decide I should go to the bathroom first. Dave and Troy look at each other, as if they're talking through mind-link if they are going to let me go alone in the bathroom or they're going with me. I would prefer the former. I brush them off, telling them that they are being silly and that they don't need to watch me. I was weak. I have gotten weak when I saw his face. As much as I'm trying to convince myself that it was just my head playing tricks on me, I can't seem to believe it. I don't believe it at all. If Perry is here, then I'm pretty sure the pack is here as well. That, or Perry Dames has a mission to fulfill. But his eyes were trained on me. I swear I saw his eyes trained on me. As if I was his mission. Could it be? That I was really his mission? The reason why he's here?

Just thinking of those makes me tremble again and shitless scared. The last time I had an overwhelming fear was when Mom and Dave were trying to talk to me, and I was scared because I thought they were going to hit or beat me up. I was scared because I thought they were like Perry and his bullshit of friends. I try to calm myself again because I'm having an irrational breathing. I need to fix myself before I go out of this restroom or else Dave would tell Mom and she'd be worried again. I look at myself in the mirror, and my eyes are really tired, not really reddish but tired. My shoulders are slumped down, as if I'm carrying the world.

I'm really fucked up. I know that. But it's so obvious.

I look vulnerable.

Even though I keep trying to live my life the way I want to, I just can't seem to move. It's so fucking hard to continue living my life. It's so messed up. I keep trying to forget, but it's all coming back, haunting me, scaring me, giving me scars every damn time. And I'm so fucking tired. So fucking tired.

I place my hand on the sink, glaring at myself in front of the mirror. If some random person sees me like this, he'd assume I'm taking drugs. I fist my hands, growing physically and mentally exhausted. I open the faucet, lean down, and splash a cold water in my face to help me relax myself. I need some time alone. No, I don't need time alone. I need to have my loved ones around me to keep me feel protected and secured.

Splashing a cold of water in my face makes me aware, once again, of the place around me. The restroom is eerily quiet. The only sound that can be heard is the faucets leaking. Sighing, I dry my hand using the tissues and throw them in the bin. Troy and Dave are probably sick worried right now. That's one of the traits I like about Dave. If he knows I need to be alone, even for a while, he'd never bug me. And I'm pretty once we get home, I'd receive a handful of questions. Better prepare myself. Dave knows that it's more than me not having enough sleep. Knowing him, he's already thinking of the questions that he'd ask me later. Which I will not be ready for, considering I'm tired as shit.

Once I'm out the restroom, both Dave and Troy sigh once they see me okay. Part of this day might have been ruined already, but I'm not going to let the rest of my day fall down. This is the first day of school, and I need to enjoy it. We need to enjoy it.

If I'm the reason why Perry is here, in this school, then he would have a hard time dealing with me. I know that he's pretty much stronger than me. Hell, his strength could be like the strength of a God, considering I don't have a wolf anymore. And if I'm the reason why he's here, he would need to have me alive, right? He would not need my lifeless body. Unless he's going to sacrifice my body to Satan.

I give them both a smile and tell them that we should be preparing for our next class. Dave has a different class, but Troy and I will share a class. World History II. Though the subject itself screams boring, I might enjoy the class. Troy is here with me. He would be keeping me entertained throughout the lesson. Who knows, one day, World History II might be my favorite subject.

As gentleman as ever, Troy places his hand on the small of my back and leads me to classroom 121A. World History II class of Mr. Henchford. Troy has been attending this school for about 2 or 3 years now, so he's very familiar with the place. When we reach the room, Troy and I enter and see that most of the students have already taken their wanted seats, with their friends as their seatmate. Since Troy is my friend, I would sit beside him. And I know that he wants the same thing.

For now, I let the Perry Dames thing slip off my mind, even just for a few hours. For now, let him roam around the school. There are a lot of people here, and I know that he'd have a hard time before he succeeds on fulfilling his mission.