The Broken Werewolves: Forbidden Law (BxB)

Chapter 12: A Speech From Mom

Chapter 12
A Speech From Mom

 Slumping myself in the bed, I sigh as I wrap the soft and comfy white duvet around my body. A lot of things have happened today Perry Dames. Introducing myself to my classmates. Dave being a dick. Troy being surrounded by other girls and guys.

My eyes are trained on the ceiling, my mind wandering around a different world. So much has happened in my life and it surprises me that I've been this far. If I were still in the pack house, and was just a little kid, hadn't found my mate yet, and was being bullied, I would have stayed no matter what. But I got rejected. My wolf, Furion, got rejected, and that's what urged me to run away, to forget everything, to forget him.

Maybe it's best that I never got the chance to mate with him, or to know him better. Great Alpha Cloud, he thought himself as a God. He's powerful, we all admit that, but he didn't have to treat me like a piece of shit, like I don't have a purpose in this world. He was disgusted when he found out that I was his mate. For a straight guy like him, well, I can't blame him. But he didn't need to be so harsh on me. He could have given me a chance, right? He could have. But since he was - is, I don't even fucking know - a close-minded, conceited, werewolf hybrid bitch, of course, he'd act first without giving a chance to think about it. I was hurt, Furion was hurt and that led us to decide to the Soul Conversion, which really sucked by the way. Forever I will regret being separated with my wolf Furion. Forever I will bring the burden, the pain, the horrible past, the ugly memories. Everything that has happened to me, in my life, I would never forget it. It's all implanted in my head, programmed to repeat the images, again and again.

I roll to my side and look at the picture that is on the nightstand beside my bed. It's a picture of Mom, Dave and I. Our very first picture together. Memorable. It was a half and month after they found me, after Dave accidentally bumped me with the car. Half and a month and then I decided they're trustworthy. I was having a hard time trusting them because I had no idea who they were, but they were so careful of me and treated like I was part of their family. Eventually, I found a reason to smile at them, to let them in my life without having to worry that they would hurt me like they did to me.

Grabbing the photo with care, I smile as I remember the day when we had our photo taken. Dave was being nosy and funny and didn't like the idea, but Mom forced him to do it. Having no choice, Dave grumpily joined us and Mom told him to at least smile, and then he did. It was so fun that I have forgotten everything for a little bit of time. It had to end. My dream had to end. I put back the picture on the nightstand and stare at the ceiling again, not really doing anything. Deciding I should take a sleep, since I slept just not enough, I shut my eyes and calm my breathing, relaxing my tensed body on the mattress.

A hand makes contact with my neck and my lids shot open, eyes making contact with Dave's, who has a smirk plastered on his lips. I glare at him and push him away, making him laugh. He tells me that dinner is already prepared and that I should eat with them, that I should eat at all. Mom doesn't want me to not eat regularly. She wants me healthy always. Who wouldn't? Every mother has that wish, for their children to be happy, right? Though I'm not sure if my real Mom were here, would she wish the same thing?

"Brother, dinner has been served." Dave says, snickering at my reaction. My hair is disheveled, and my clothes are a bit crumpled. I straighten it out and flip my brother. Though it's an action my Mom forbids us to do, but I can't help doing it, especially if it will done for Dave. "Oh, did I ruin your dream, brother Kieran?"

I smack his forehead, which makes him flinch and rub his forehead. "Idiot," I mutter.

"Come on, Ma has prepared something special for us!" Dave says excitedly, clasping his hands, smiling widely. "I'm really hungry. It took an hour for the dinner to be cooked and served. So let's go! You know Mom. We're not allowed to eat if we're not complete." I nod at him, agreeing. Mom is always like that.

Rolling over the bed and standing up, I hiss when my feet make contact with the wooden floor. Dave offers me a slippers and I thank him. I wear the slippers and leave out of my room and go downstairs, heading to the dining area, Dave trailing behind me.

When I reach the dining area, my eyes widen and my stomach grumbles at the sight in front of me. Dave chuckles when he heard my stomach. Mom has prepared chicken curry with lots of potatoes and carrots, and buttered corn, as well as fried rice. Mom smiles at us widely when she sees our expression and goes to the refrigerator to get a pitcher of orange juice.

Mom places the pitcher of orange juice on the table and gets three empty glasses, then Mom motions for us to take a seat and both Dave and I gladly do it without hesitation. Before we eat, we pray, thanking God for the dinner that has been served for us and after that, we begin to eat. Mom's cooking skills are really, really great, and just by eating what she cooked, it can lift your spirit up. It's enough to brighten your day. That I'm sure. Throughout the dinner, never once my smile falters.

"So, how's the school?" She asks us as she gently shoves a potato inside her mouth, chewing lightly as she gazes on us. "Did you make any friends? Enemies? I hope not." Dave and I look at each other and he has this look on his face. I merely shake my head at him and give Mom a bright smile.

"Yes, school's fun." I chortle, shoving the chicken into my mouth and downing it in one go. The taste of the chicken curry bursts once it makes contact with my tongue, and I moan out. "I got three classes with Dave and five with Troy. He's fun and pretty famous. Everybody knows him."

"That's because he's been attending the same school for, what, 2 or 3 years?" Dave butts in. "But hey, believe it or not, I'm famous as well, including you, my brother."

"Huh?" That makes me look at him.

"Well, they keep talking about us. The new kid. The new students. The exchange students from UK. It's all over the school. I'm surprised you haven't heard about it."

"No, I did not."

He huffs then grins at me. An idea pops up into my head immediately, as soon as I see his smile.

"It's not - "

"Ma, he must be too caught up with Troy that he never heard anything." He gives me a sly smirk, wiggling his brows at me. Oh too childish. I try to fight the blush that is tinting on both of my cheeks but to no avail, Mom and Dave both see it. "They had their own little world."

Mom smiles at me and grabs my hand on top of the tablet, looking at me lovingly. She runs her thumb over the back and I smile at her action. Her kindness is really different. She's the best mom anyone could have.

"You know that I'm just here for you, right?" She asks me and I nod. "Just take care of your heart. I can't tell you what to do, or who to love, but always make sure to protect your fragile heart. I know you, Kieran. You're still young. You're fragile. I know you've been hurt before, but the only advice I can give you is to protect yourself from harm. Physically, mentally, and emotionally. I'm happy that you're giving a chance to let someone in your life. It's a huge move. For now, I'll let you on your own when it comes to love. I'll have you deal with it. Make your own little world. And if you need me, your brother and I will always be here to support you."

"A nice speech, ma. Perfect." My brother says, snickering. We both give him a glare and he shuts up immediately. Then we continue to eat, savoring the taste of the chicken curry, fried rice, and the buttered corn. Odd combinations, leave it to Mom, but it tastes good. Real good.

I know that I'm letting Troy in my life, and if we ever come to a term that we'd both be in a relationship (wow, so advance!), he should know how to love my scars and better heal my wounds. If someone could heal me or fix me, then I guess it would be Troy. No one else.