You know how sometimes in the morning your body is telling you it's time to get up and start your day but you're in full fledge denial and trying your best to ignore it? Well that was me. My bladder was insisting it was time to get up and my brain was trying to convince it we could wait.
I rolled over in an attempt to continue to sleep when my face bumped into something warm and firm.
I forced my my eyes opened to see the muscular back of a person. Oh! That's right, I'm not in my bed, I'm in Blake's. He also happens to be in the bed with me.
Realizing this, I suddenly became extremely and irrationally self conscious. What if I talked in my sleep? Or snored? Do I snore? Oh no, I hope I didn't kick him or anything...
Now being fully awake, I became all too aware of the fact that I really had to pee. Should I try to wait till he wakes up and then leave? Hm, that seems like it may be awkward...
I came to the conclusion that leaving to use the bathroom now while he was still asleep was the best idea. I mean I also didn't want him to witness my crazy bed head and morning breath. Not cute.
Thankfully Blake was facing the other way so I didn't have to worry too much about entangled limbs.
I couldn't help but play James Bond music in my head as I slowly lifted the covers and started shuffling out of the bed, stopping every couple of seconds to make sure Blake was still sleeping soundly.
Once my feet touched the ground, I quietly ran to the bedroom door. Almost out, now for the hard part....opening and closing the door without waking him up. I held my breath as I slowly turned the knob, pulled on the door, praying to God that it wouldn't creak. As soon as it was opened enough, I slipped through and closed it behind me.
Home free! I did it! I mentally gave myself a pat on the back as I ran to my new room. I went straight to the bathroom to do some damage control. Ugh, my hair...I brushed it quickly, afterwards washing my face and brushing my teeth.
After I had finished washing up, I remembered I had left my phone in my room after Blake had rushed me off to his. I walked to my nightstand and turned it on. No texts, no phone calls, oh boy, aren't I little miss popular? The clock on it read 8:00 am so I decided that I had plenty of time to do a little makeup.
At 8:35 I had finished applying my face and thought I did a pretty damn good job making myself look cute (well in my opinion anyways). I went over to my dresser and shuffled through it picking out a flannel shirt and a pair of dark denim skinny jeans. Once I was dressed and ready to go, I slid my phone into my back pocket and headed downstairs to the kitchen.
The whole house was fairly quiet, I'm guessing almost everybody was still sleeping off the excitement of last night.
I made it to the kitchen and was surprised to see Helen up and about.
"Good morning!" She beamed as I walked in.
"Good morning, is everybody else still asleep?" I asked.
"Ah yes I believe so. Typically they are all up and about by this time but after last night, I think everybody is catching up on some lost sleep. How are you feeling?"
I sighed, "I'm alright I guess, mainly I'm just curious about what happened. Blake didn't really say anything and honestly I was a little afraid to ask."
"I'm sure you are. Curious I mean, I know I would be. Just try not to worry about it, I'm sure Blake will explain everything to you once he's up."
I nodded, "You know it's a beautiful day outside, I think I might go outside and walk around a little, if that's alright?"
Helen looked a little hesitant at first but nodded her head, "Of course, just be careful for any debris left over by the storm!"
I told her I would and headed out the door. The sun was out and shinning but there was a wonderful, clean cool breeze.
I had noticed a path when I had first driven up to the house that looked like it continued down the road. I decided that that was worth checking out and headed that way.
The dirt road was pretty long, I walked for about 15 minutes before it started going downhill. While most of the road had been surrounded by tall trees, about half way down the hill they started becoming more sparse.
Suddenly I reached a clearing and let out a shocked gasp, below me, at the bottom of the hill was a bunch of cabins and houses.
It looked like a private neighborhood! Blake didn't tell me that any of this was here!
I could see children playing in the open fields and adults out washing cars and talking.
I was too busy being amazed at this hidden gem of a mini town that I forgot to watch my footing as I continued walking down the steep hill.
Sure enough, the toe of my boot came into contact with some random debris left over from the storm and down I went.
Unfortunately, when you fall forward on a very steep hill and try to protect yourself by leaning so you'll fall on your side, you'll start rolling. Yep, physics made me its bitch.
It happened so quickly that it wasn't until I reached the bottom of the hill and stopped rolling that I realized that doing so had hurt, a lot.
I laid on the ground pathetically looking up into the sunny sky.
Seriously universe, why? Why me? Haven't I been good to you?
"Hey are you ok??"
I slowly sat up to see who was talking to me. Ugh, crap. I can't believe I had witnesses to my epic fail.
Standing in front of me were two kids, a boy and a girl, both probably around the age of 7 or 8.
Apparently it had been the boy who had asked if I was okay because he slowly repeated himself.
"Hey Miss, are you alright?"
"Um yeah, I'm okay....I just...you know...tripped..."
This time the little girl spoke up, "I know, we saw you fall all the way down the hill."
Awesome.
"Do you need help getting up?" The boy asked.
"Oh no, I'm good." Lord please kill me.
"You scraped your knees and stuff...do you want us to go get our mom?"
"NO! uh, I mean no that's okay, I'll be okay." I quickly stand up and look down to survey the damage.
Torn jeans? Check. Bloody knees and elbows? Check. I couldn't check my face but from the way it was stinging I'm guessing I had a couple good cuts and scrapes.
"You sure? Your head is bleeding a lot...."
I tentatively reached up and felt the side of my forehead and sure enough it was bleeding like nobody's business.
"Oh yeah, I'm sure that'll clot in a minute. You know head wounds always bleed more because of all the blood vessels and stuff...um anyways I'm alright. Although, would either of you have a tissue I could use?"
At this point the little girl just looked terrified of me but the boy nodded and started digging through his jean pockets.
Once he's found the clump of tissues he'd been looking for, he handed them over to me.
"Hey! Awesome, thank you. Well I'm going to be heading out now. Um do you think we could keep this little story a secret? You know me falling down the hill and stuff?"
The girl looked nervously at the boy who just smiled and nodded his head. "Yeah sure, I wouldn't want people knowing if I did something like that."
Haha. Cute kid. He gets it.
"Okay well bye." And with that I waved and started trekking back up the Devil's hill.
Ow, ow, ow, I hate this. I hate this so much.
I'd only walked for five minutes when I started to freak out, I figured by now the cut on my head would have stopped bleeding but the clump of tissues was already soaked and it wasn't showing any signs of stopping.
I pulled my phone out and checked the time, 9:35. Hopefully by now Blake was awake, I hit his contact and held the phone waiting for him to pick up.
Ring.....ring......ring....."Hey! Where are you?"
"Hey Blake, um I'm sure Helen told you I went for a walk but I kinda had an accident, can you drive over and pick me up?"
"Where are you?"
Oh man...he sounds mad...
"Victoria? Where are you?"
"I'm not really sure but if you drive down that dirt path a little bit you'll see me sitting on the side of the road."
"I'm on my way."
I hung up and sat down, ugh, could this day get any worse? Wait! No I take that back! Saying that is like a invite for more horrible things.
I'm not sure how long I was waiting, it didn't feel like a long time but who knows. All I could think about was the pounding in my head.
I heard Blake's truck before I saw it and stood up to make sure he wouldn't pass me.
He pulled up, stopped his car, and flew out. "What the HELL happened to you?"
He ran over and began examining my knees, hands, elbows, and head. "I was viciously attacked by a hill." I nervously joked.
He didn't respond. "I mean I tripped and rolled down a hill. Anyways I'm just kinda scrapped up but my head won't stop-OW!"
As I talked he tried removing the soaking clump of tissues from my head.
"OW OW OW! Stop touching it!" I yelled as I swatted his hands away.
"I think I need to take you to the doctor for your forehead, you might need stitches or something."
So this might sound weird but I could handle blood and gore and pain but when he said "stitches" I panicked. I've never needed stitches and I've never wanted them. Something about using a needle and thread on wounds, nope. Not for me.
"Stitches?" I squealed, "No, no, no, no. NO. I'm good! Seriously all good! Look, it stopped see? So you don't have to take me!"
Blake grabbed my arm and started walking me towards the truck. "Like hell it stopped bleeding. I'm taking you to the damn doctor."
And just like that, I snapped. Suddenly panic bubbled up inside of me and I was not getting into the car without a fight.
"NOOOOOOOO! I don't need stitches!"
I yanked my arm away from Blake and jumped away from him.
The look of surprise on his face was priceless but I was too scared to fully appreciate its hilarious glory.
"Victoria....it's not a big deal....we just need to check..." He slowly reached his hand out toward me but I moved back.
I began to whimper as my eyes filled with tears. "Oh shit, no Victoria please don't cry. You don't have to cry!"
What can I say? I was not in my right mind.
"I *sniff* really don't want to go. Please *sniff* don't make me go..."
I must have looked like some pitiful trapped animal, "Honey...please I'm sorry. I won't take you, I promise. I'll just have Helen check you out alright?"
I sniffled, "You promise?"
He put his hands up in surrender. "I promise."
"Okay." I wiped my eyes and walked over to the passenger side of the truck.
Blake opened the door and I got in. Deep breaths Victoria, see? No stitches! It's all good. Deeeeeeep breaths.
Blake jumped into the drivers side and started up the truck. He started driving and I quickly realized he wasn't turning around....in fact he was heading to the little town!
"Wha-what are you doing? You said I could go to Helen!" Oooh no, that panic bubble was coming back.
"Blake? BLAKE? Why won't you answer me?"
I looked pleadingly at his profile but got no response.
I stopped talking to him after I realized he wasn't going to respond to me.
I spent the rest of the short drive attempting to keep myself calm.
We went down the hill (the freaking horrible hill of death) and drove into the little town. He took us to a secluded little house at the edge and parked the truck.
I'm gonna hit him, that's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna slap him....no good promise breaking liar....
I was snapped out of my deep dark thoughts of rage when Blake opened the door.
"Where are we? I thought you said I could have Helen check my head?" I asked bitterly.
"I know, I'm sorry I lied. We're at the pack's doctor."
"The pack's doctor?" Huh, I didn't realize the pack had their own medical center...house..place.
"Yes, we have our own on our land due to our...more specific issues." Blake quickly explained.
"Good to know. I'm not going in." I gave him a look I hope stated, 'Don't mess with me.'
He let out a deep sigh, "Please Victoria? I already feel shitty enough for lying to you. I don't want to have to drag you in..."
Yeah you should feel shitty....Ugh. "Fine." I rolled my eyes, got out of the car, and marched off to the front door. The anger I felt at being lied to help keep the panic of impending stitches at bay.
He followed behind me and knocked on the door. We waited awkwardly together for a minute before a woman opened the door.
"Oh! Blake!" The young blonde who opened the door exclaimed in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
Blake cleared his throat, "Hi Lucy, um, my friend here had an accident. Can you please check her out?"
Wait, did he call me a friend? Weird. Whatever, I'm still mad at him.
"Friend?" The blonde looked away from Blake and seemed surprised to see me. "Uh, sure. Follow me."
I followed her into the house where it looked like it had been remodeled into a medical center. We walked through what appeared to be the waiting room and into one of the back rooms.
She had me sit down on one of the examination tables, "So I'm going to look at your forehead first, I need to remove the tissues alright?"
I nodded feebly. Thankfully Blake didn't follow me into the room so I distracted myself by being mad at him. I'm not typically quick to anger but honestly fear sometimes makes you handle situations in weird ways.
Lucy removed the wet clump of tissues and examined my cut. "Well you definitely got yourself a good open wound right there."
"Do I need stitches?" I asked. Please say no, please say no.
"Well you do need something to hold it shut but I wouldn't recommend stitches. I'd suggest medical glue instead, it'll help it scar less."
YES! woohoo! "Sure! Let's do glue!"
She skillfully glued my cut closed and then spent the next 20 minutes cleaning up my other scratches. We didn't talk at all which really didn't bother me, I'm horrendous at small talk. Although I did notice that she seemed a little uneasy.
When she was finished she finally spoke up, "Well I'm all done, do you want me to go get Blake for you?"
"Oh no, thanks but I'm good." I hopped off the medical table and extended my hand towards her, "It was great to meet you and thank you so much for fixing me up."
"Uh, you're very welcome."
I turned, opened the door and proceeded to walk past a waiting Blake.
"Victoria?" He called after me.
I continued to ignore him and walked out to the truck. I opened the door, jumped inside, and buckled my seat belt. *sigh* this was going to be such a fun drive home.
About five minutes later Blake opened the driver's side door and got into the truck. Without exchanging any words, he started it up and off we went.
We sat there, both looking ahead at the road. From the corner of my eye, I could see Blake giving me nervous glances every so often but I just pretended not to notice.
I was slowly becoming less and less angry, it's like I said before, I guess fear can sometimes make you overreact. I could see now how he only lied because he was worried and needed me to get into the truck, however, I was still mad about something.
I took advantage of the drive and attempted to self diagnosis the issue. What was I really upset about? It took a couple of tries but I finally came to the conclusion that I was feeling frustrated because I felt like Blake was purposefully keeping me out of the loop. Him lying to me about taking me home had just been the cherry on top of the sundae.
All I wanted him to do was explain what the hell happened last night. Why was he so angry about it and why was everyone else tip toeing around the topic?
I took a deep breath, "Blake....who was that last night? What's going on?"
I looked at him while I asked and could easily see tension in his jaw. He let out a massive sigh, "It's a really long story Victoria."
"I need to know, you can't leave me out of the loop alright? Why was there another werewolf watching me last night?"
By now we had reached the main house and Blake put the truck in park, "You're right, I'm sorry for doing that. You deserve the truth.....I guess I'll start at the beginning....."
