The Dress.
Prologue.
'The heavy rain was patting heavily against the wind shield as he stepped out of the car seat and quickly ran to my side, before I could even try to open my door. As I stepped out, I looked down to save my make up on my face from the rain storm. Don't wanna look like a dead zombie now do I.
He quickly took off his coat jacket and held it above my head. "Thanks.", I said as I felt a wave of heat rise from my neck to my cheeks.
"No biggie!", he replied. Aww, 'No biggie', that's adorable. He's 28 and he's acting like a kid.
By this time, we had reached my door step. We both were quite wet, even though he had covered me with a jacket.
I hugged him. "I had a great time.", I said next to his ear.
"I did as well.", he grinned at me. "We should... do it again.", saying the latter while winking.
"Definitely!"
He took out a pen from the inside of his jacket, hesitantly grabbed my hand and wrote down some numbers on my arm.
"This is my number. I know I never gave it to you before. It's 'cause I just got a phone. I know, I know. Just got a phone?! How could this be?! I just... never thought I... needed one? Buuuut anyway, do call me.", he said, extending the 'u' in the but.
"I will.", I smiled up at him. Even with my tall height of 5'9", he towered me with a good 4 inches.
"Do you wanna come inside for a coffee? It's raining and all. I don't think my dad is up as of yet.", I asked him.
"Actually nah, I have this umm.. thing I have to do with .... umm...work? Maybe some other day.", he replied kindly.
I quickly turned towards my door, to hide my hurt expression, but looked back at him, to give him an appreciation for the evening. "Last night was... Amazing."
I turned back around to go inside the house- all this turning was making me dizzy -when he grabbed my arm, and held my lips with his own chapped but soft ones.
His hand left my arm and grabbed the back of my neck, and the other one cupped my cheek. My hands reached and held his hand and his wrist, as we kissed under my porch.
He slowly pulled back and looked at my eyes. It was a mystery to me how his eyes could be such a darling blue. So blue, it seemed as if it was a violet.
"Drive safe.", I said a bit breathlessly.
"I will.", he replied smiling down at me.
With that I turned around and entered the house. I heard the car roar to life and drive off as I shut the door. I couldn't stop the smile from stretching on my face no matter how much I tried.
"Where were you all night? It's 8 in the morning.", said my father.
"Dad... I didn't expect you to be awake so early..." I tried to be ... 'not so panicky' but I'm sure my father could tell I was nervous.
"WHERE WERE YOU?"
"I... I was at Samantha's...?"
"Oh really? That's funny because Samantha's here with me." He said as my best friend stepped away from my from behind my father's back.
"Elli, I was worried sick... I thought you had been kidnapped or something."
"You should have called me.", I said as tears pricked my eyes. I was doomed.
"I'm sor-"
"ENOUGH. You went to that club. When I told you, you were to do no such thing."
"Dad, I'm 19. You of everyone should know you have no control over me anymore."
"Wait a minute, were you with that boy again...? Do you love that little prostitute's son? You do... don't you? You're just like your mother... A WHORE!"
"She isn't a prostitute, Dad."
"SHE'S A LITTLE WHORE. WHY DONT YOU BELIEVE ME?", he turned towards the Sam and pointed at the door "SAMANTHA, PLEASE LEAVE."
Sam quickly grabbed her purse and fled the house. What a friend she is...
"Dad, he loves me. He said so himself...", I sobbed.
My dad's face softened... He was bi-polar, I swear.
"Honey... He's done this before okay? He says he loves you, makes you trust him, and then he will steal all your SHIT and dissapear."
"DAD YOU THINK I DONT KNOW THAT? He said he's changed... Okay?"
"They all say that...", my dad whispered as a tear rolled done his face.
I ran upstairs and locked my room. Taking out my phone, I called the number he gave me.
"The number you have dialled does not exist. Please try again."
What... no... no. I dialled again and again but it was the same response over and over. Maybe he accidentally wrote down a wrong digit.
I touched my mothers extremely expensive pure gold necklace. I habit I had for when I was scared, nervous or sad. Except this time it wasn't there. I searched my pockets, my drawers, my Jewellery box, I searched everywhere, but it was nowhere to be found. If I lost it, I would never forgive myself. She had given it to me before she left the house. Before she died in a car crash. I remember wearing it when I.... no...
Dad was right. He hasn't changed. He stole two things most precious to me, one I gave away willingly, and I got fooled by his act of love because I was so blindly in love with him.
'Trust me, I would never do anything to harm you.' His words kept repeating inside my head.
Never do anything to harm me? What a fucking liar.
I shamefully unlocked my door and walked down the stairs. I saw my dad on the couch watching the news, but not really watching it. I walked up to him to apologise.
"Dad... you, you were right. I'm sorry." I sat next to him and hugged him as hard as I could. He sighed and hugged me back.
"What's wrong?"
"He stole from me. And he gave me the wrong number. I have no way of contacting him."
"What did he steal?"
"Mom's necklace and... and my...", I couldn't complete the sentence because I couldn't stop crying.
"No...God. Darling the only thing you can do now is get over him. It'll be hard but just... just try okay?"
I nodded my head, though it was quite obvious it wasn't happening any time soon. You can't just get over your mate. Especially when you both are destined to be together.
You see, I'm a werewolf. My dad doesn't know because it was my mum who was one. My genes went on her. We kept it from my dad because the lycan council made it a law to never let a human waddle into our world.
My human mate, was a liar... a coward.
You know what they say, "The real coward is the one who wakes up a woman's love, without any intentions of loving her back."
