A Werewolf's Demise

Chapter 1

I exhaled sharply as all the boxes surrounded me. All the boxes and unpacking made me feel overwhelmed. Moving a lot really sucks and I hope this is the last time. I grabbed the small shoe box, the one box that only mattered to me. This small box has the remains of my old life with my birth parents. I only found out a couple months ago that my parents aren't actually my birth parents. I haven't been coping very well with the newly found information. I guess that's more reason to make my mom up my dosage on my antidepressants. I have been taking them since I was twelve but I was never really sure if I actually needed them. I hate that they make me so sick. I took the lid off the small cardboard box and held a charred picture of my birth parents. I can't believe that I'm adopted. I feel betrayed that they never considered to even mention it to me. I can get that conversation out of my head. 

Mumbling to myself "try to understand? She says"

I grabbed another charred picture and looked in the box to see small toys covered in black soot. The story goes that a huge fire engulfed my childhood home along with my birth parents. Nothing was left except for me and this shoe box full of charred belongings. 

She patted the tissue under her eyes. "Honey, your mother was my best friend. I couldn't let them take you from me! Try to understand?"

He wrapped his arm around her tighter "Your mother and I fought to have you. The fire really broke us and it was just so tragic and so sudden that we just decided to move away from there."

"Where was the fire?" A silence fell over the room. "I have a right to know where my birth parents died! Or where I was born! This isn't fair!"

I rubbed my eyes and tried not to get wrapped back into those emotions. 

"Hey Alex!" My mother yelled from down stairs.

"Yeah?" I called back.

"Can you come here really quick?" 

 I shoved the box under my bed and pulled myself together. I quickly wiped my face again trying to hide my sadness from my mom. I didn't want her to know how I feel because it would cause another argument that would lead nowhere. I then walked down the steps trying not to slip because of my socks. My mother was covered in sweat as she stirred the meat.

Fanning herself she looked up at me "Alex dear would you go outside and get my purse?"

I pulled up my thick brown hair and walked towards the door. "Yeah no problem." 

I turned the knob and opened the door. Before I stepped outside I noticed my dads suv wasn't home.

"Hey Mom?" I curiously turned around. "Where's Dad I thought he said he wasn't working late anymore?"

My mom turned her head down facing the pot almost like she didn't want me to ask. She stirred the pot quickly like the meat was already on the verge of burning.

"Yeah...um..he...ah had to finish up some paperwork for the company. He shouldn't be too long." She briefly looked at me and took a sip of her wine.

I pulled the door open "Oh okay I just thought he said we moved here so he wouldn't have to work as late anymore." 

"Ah well that's what we thought. This factory location just seems to be out of control and a lot more problematic than the last one." She said draining the meat. 

"How come?" I turned to face her. 

"Right now we are fighting with the meat supplier and your dad is negotiating a new deal with them. They are wanting to change our processing methods and we don't want that. It just takes to much time and money." She took another sip of wine. "This is all one big headache! Plus the methods we do now are more efficient!"