Under Radar

Chapter Two

My alarm clock went off at exactly 9:15 am. The morning light streamed carelessly through my window helping me wake up. Stretching, I let out a yawn letting my body know it was time for my normal awakening routine. I climbed out of bed, resting my feet on the cold wooden floor. The birds sang outside of my window, perched in their nest in the oak tree. I looked out at them, admiring their blue, black and white feathers.

Sometimes I had dreamed about being apart of those birds flock. Being able to fly away in an instant if we ever needed to. I would be able to go away from this horrible place I had to call home if I had wings. To jump out my window and take flight without a worry in the world.

I smiled, placing my elbow on my window sill and resting my head in the palm of my hand. I could stay right here in this spot all day but there were things needed to be done on this August Saturday.

I walked towards my bathroom and gazed at myself in the mirror. A scratch carved into my skin, starting at the top of my hair line going towards the end of my eyebrow. I gently skimmed over the cut skin with my finger, remembering the way I had gotten it. Many people called me crazy and said I imagined everything when I fell in the woods. That when I took the impact of the hard surface my face got busted up. To me it showed that everything was real. Everything that happened to me wasn't just a image or a fake memory my mind came up with. When ever I closed my eyes I could still see those golden eyes starring at me. I knew if I was to talk to Hunter, he could tell me that I wasn't crazy or I just hit my head. He had saved me from the beast. He was there. He was my proof.

Sadly though since that night, I hadn't seen him again. When ever I was at school he was no where to be seen. The delinquents wondered on their own in the hallways without his presence.

I turned away from my reflection and stripped away my night clothes. My calf no longer bared the marks of when the werewolf bit down in my leg. Unlike the scar on my face, the teeth marks healed fast. The marks had actually healed even before I got home that same night. If I still had them though people would surely believe me.

I turned the shower on and hopped in, letting the cool water wash away all the dirt and stress that was built up on me. I allowed all my cares to disappear down the drain. My body was needing this type of healing.

Even with the my bathroom door closed I could hear the loud knocks that we're hitting my bedroom door.

"Katy Lynn!" my step father, Stephen, yelled through the wooden barrier. He pounded his fist against the door again. "Katy Lynn!" he repeated.

"I'm in the shower!" I screamed back.

"Hurry up! You have chores to be done!" his voice was stuck in my head. Every word he spoke was filed perfectly into my brain. He haunted me everywhere I went. If I was being yelled by someone other than him and they just happened to say something he had, their voice would morph into his and I would be ragging a war between them and him in my brain. I shrieked softly and rinsed the shampoo out of my hair. I turned the shower off and stepped out. The whole room was covered in steam and if I wasn't upset with Stephen I would have been enjoying this homemade sauna of mine. I grabbed the nearest towel, wrapped it around me and walked back into the bedroom. Dirty laundry laid across my floor. My bed spread balled up next to the mattress. I grabbed a pair of blue sweatpants and pulled them on, followed by slipping a white tank top on. I brushed my hair quickly then threw it up in a simple pony tail.

My casual Saturday outfit.

Made for the usual weekend morning jog I did.

I opened my door and made my way down stairs. Waiting for me at the kitchen table was Stephen and my mother. His armed flung over her shoulder. On her face, right on her jaw line was a bruise. A mark that showed me that Stephen had hit her once again. I dug my nails into my skin as my hands forcefully turned into fists. I wanted to scream, to yell, to run straight over to Stephen and kill him with my bare hands but I stayed where I was and pushed the anger away.