Poisoned Ivy

Chapter 12

I woke up with a ginger head weighing my chest down against the sofa. My heartbeat rose for the moment of shock that I had.

"Roman." I whisper. A moment passes and I poke his head. "Ro-"

He hushes me, "Just stay here a little while longer." There's a sadness in his voice that makes my heart drop.

"Yeah, sure." I try to swallow the knot in my throat.

"Don't cry, Luna." A bitter voice commands from inside my head. It's female. "It only hurts our boys more."

My face blanches. Our boys? The Pierces aren't mine.

"Then you are theirs." She becomes less bitter, as if the concept of me belonging to them was more satisfying than them belonging to them.

I am going crazy. I have voices in my head. "H-hey, Roman?"

"Yeah, Barbie?" He turns his cheek upwards and I see his bright amber eyes.

Wait, he called me Barbie. So last night's dream wasn't a dream?

"You had a dream about a car crash." His voice starts invades my head. "The rest of it was real." For once I'm glad. That female voice is creepy.

"What female voice?" He looks me in the eye and I feel my heart flutter.

"N-nothing." I look up at the room. He can't hear her voice in my head, just mine.

He sits up and leans his head off of my chest. I'm still trapped underneath his arms which are planted on both sides of my body. Roman takes his right hand and flicks me on the forehead. "Anyone in there?"

I spy the black mark on his forearm. It matches the empty circle on the back of my neck. I take my right arm to feel the mark on my nape. Roman stops my hand, "We should probably change it."

I look at what he's talking about. I didn't realize it but my right arm was bandaged. I must have cut it when I jumped out the bathroom window. Stupid claustrophobia.

"Your fears aren't stupid, Ivy." Cole interrupts from the doorway connected to the kitchen, "It's common for werewolves to have claustrophobia, pyrophobia, and enochlophobia."

I look back at Roman for a way to understand what Cole was saying. He doesn't look up after getting the bandage off my arm, "Tight spaces, fire, and..." Roman looks up at Cole with a frown.

"Crowds." Cole supplies.

Roman starts cleaning the wound on my arm. It stings a little and I tug away, "You really don't need to do that. It'll close up in an hour or so."

"It hasn't." Roman takes my arm and continues.

"It will." I pull away, but this time Roman doesn't let go.

"It won't." Cole states.

Of course it will. It has in the past. Healing quickly was always something that came with my deluxe packaged werewolf. I don't get why these guys think they know me better than I do.

"We do know you better than you know yourself." Roman pesters.

I clench my teeth and tighten my fists, "Stop doing that!"