The Broken Werewolves: Forbidden Law (BxB)

Chapter 24: Just Another Day

Chapter 24
Just Another Day

The realization hits me hard like a wrecking ball crashing down on me. My heart tightens, as if a strong chain wraps around it, squeezing it tight. It is enough to bring out my inner fear. Maybe that's first reason, the most valid reason why I can't move on from my past. My past is like a night sky without stars and moon, but I still look at it every night, hoping stars would light up brightly. But all it's going  to do is drop rain, hard and cold. And I know it. I know that it's going to rain cats and dogs, but I don't care because I'm a fool. I'm falling into my own trap, that I didn't set up in the first place. Everything urges me to throw things, to be angry in the world, but I don't have a reason to.

"Are you all right, Kieran?" My brother, Dave, is snapping his fingers in front of me, and my little world has come crashing down and my eyes set straight forward to my brother's. Eyes are the dimension to see someone's soul, and I'm afraid my brother can see how broken is my soul. How broken I am, mentally and emotionally. "You're scared." That I am.

My eyes never leave his, my hands placed on my lap, fingers fiddling with each other as my brain tries to form up words, but it doesn't cooperate, neither does my mouth. The side of his mouth twitches, a sign that he wants to ask a brutal question, one that could probably break me, but doesn't want to. Why are you scared? I'm scared to death. I'm scared of what's going to happen upon realizing that it's still all about him. I was thinking before that I could still be saved, but these past few days, I'm not sure anymore. The past has already been written, so is my present and future. It has been set already, and yet, I'm not sure on what would happen, or where to go from here. Before, crying was my only shield and weapon to protect myself. I guess it still is. Another thing I realize: I have been running ever since. I'm running away from everything. Isolation was my best mate before, and somehow, I want isolation to greet and hug me again, right now.

Dave sighs, his hands resting on his knees, moving a bit beside me and slinging his arm over my shoulders. His palm massages my tensed shoulders, gently and softly, and I shut my eyes, breathing out in exasperation. The day has just started, and I'm already tired. The sad thing is, I am not sleepy, so sleeping is already not an option. The door bell rings, making Dave look at the front door and I nod at him. It's probably Troy.

"I'll open the door," he says, standing up and heading towards the front door to open it and let Troy into our house. When he goes in, his eyes immediately roam around the house. His mouth forms circle, and walks absentmindedly around the living without his eyes leaving the interior designs of the house. Today, Troy is wearing a navy blue pants that looks beautiful on him. He has a good sense of fashion, I just notice. A plain grey v-neck shirt to match his navy blue shorts, and a dark blue flops to top it all. His hair is brushed lightly to the side, making him look like he's going to be performing on stage for a Literature class. I admit, he looks even cuter when he has this amazed look on his face. That just makes my day lighter. A bit of darkness has been pushed off the window just by seeing the sight of Troy's happy face.

Once his eyes reach mine, his face becomes an angel-like. His brows reach his forehead, mouth opening widely and his pearly white teeth on display, then a cute laugh escapes his luscious lips and Troy runs towards me, on the sofa, knocking me into the floor. A bomb-like laugh - I swear if I had a power, and it's related to my mouth, the house would be shaking right now - comes out of my stuck up mouth. Here I am, being dramatic just few moments ago, and now, I'm laughing like it's going to be my last day on Earth.

"I was so bored at my house," says Troy in a cute manner, scrunching his nose up a bit and pouting his lips a little. "I swear I'd die and when you invited me, I was so happy!" A childish side of him makes me want to pinch his cheeks harder and make fun of him for being too cute. He lifts up his arms, making it fly into the air as he spits out words about being bored. A bracelet is dangling around his wrist that I just notice. It's made of silver, and it has small marbles, with faded symbols embedded on it. From what I've seen and learned, those symbols look like from the time of Babylonia, but I don't know much since I'm not a big fan of old stuff. I even didn't believe in Forbidden Law in the first place. On the first marble is a crescent moon, and inside it is a small star, which is glowing a bit. I don't know why but there's something on the marbles that catch my attention. Troy notices that I'm looking at his bracelet and immediately hides it behind his back. "Sorry if it looks weird."

My sight, faster than a wind, travel up to his face and see him flustered. His height has become lighter, indicating that in any second, he would stand up, but before that happens, I let the words spill out of my mouth. "No, it's not weird. I think it's beautiful. It caught my attention."

"You think so?"

"Yes," he slides his wrist to me, letting me see the strange and beautiful bracelet dangling around his wrist. I study it, and I feel drawn to it. "Those marbles, it's cute. The bracelet compliments you."

"Thank you, these marbles mean something to me and my family."

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After those moments in my house, Dave, Troy and I decide to go to a mall. This would be the perfect time to spend the day and buy a gift for Troy's sister, Trisha. We're now at the B-Section of the mall, and casually glancing at the stores that might be perfect to shop a gift. But so far, we don't have any idea what we're looking for, or which store to look what we're looking for. Girls might like make-up and other sweet stuff, but we're not sure which make-up and other sweet stuff they like. Mostly and mainly, because boys and men just don't care. I think. I mean, that's what I know. From what I've observed so far, men tend to panic on what to buy when their girl's birthday is near. That's pretty much I know. Even Dave, before, was having troubles at buying gifts for his girlfriends. Not girlfriend but girlfriends. Girls that are just friends.

My feet are aching from walking past store after store, checking to see and staying a bit longer on each store to see if there's worthy to buy. To top it all off, even Troy doesn't know what his sister likes, or wants to have. That makes everything worst. This is the perfect day to buy gifts but at the same time, the people with me are the worst people to join me to buy a gift for a birthday girl. My expression is set on poker, making it look like I'm mad, which I am not. I just have the resting bitch face expression, and Dave and Troy have been constantly teasing me about it. I'm not smiling because there is nothing amusing or funny, so why would I smile. Troy and Dave are having fun, whereas I, I look like I'm third-wheeling. I mutter a curse under my breath, looking down at the ground and rolling my eyes to them. They both laugh at me and I give them a glare, resisting the urge to make more sin by keeping my palms spread open, because at this point, I so badly want to give them a huge thunder bird.

Someone's stomach growls and I arch a brow at Troy, who's scratching his head and his free hand resting on his tummy. He smiles at us awkwardly and Dave chuckles.

"Mind if we eat first?" He asks, massaging his tummy. "I'm hungry. Haven't eaten yet. Let's continue looking later, after we eat."

"It would be much easier if girls want foods as a present," I mutter, sighing. Both Dave and Troy laugh at my statement and a smile paints my lips. "Seriously, we should have brought up a girl who's expert on girls stuff."

"I agree," Dave says, sagging his shoulders down and pouting. "This is tiring. That's why I never like to shop, or go on grocery with mom. It's exhausting."

I nod at him, agreeing. "Let's find a perfect place to eat."