My Mate, Charlie

T H I R T E E N

Charlie

When I woke up the next morning there was a sharp pain in my chest making me groan out in pain. Some time in the night I must have rolled over onto my stomach crushing my wounds. Carefully and painfully I raised my body off the couch. Mason was not kidding when he told me the place was a mess. My coffee table was split in half, claw marks littered the wood floors and white walls. Trash was everywhere and my clothes unrecognizable. Some how, thankfully, my couch was still intact and safe to sleep on. I may have lost a blanket to sleep with, but with all honesty, I could careless.

Walking to my bathroom I grimace at the image that stares back at me in the mirror. My short brown hair looked like it hadn't been combed in weeks. My usual puffy cheeks looked sunken in. Even my body seemed smaller. For some reason, that didn't make me feel better. The dark grey shirt that was put on me sometime during my coma was very large, hanging to my middle thigh. Something told me this was Declan's.

At the thought, my pale cheeks flushed a pretty pale pink. Sighing, I shake my head. I seriously have weird feelings towards this guy that I don't even know. Leaning against the sink counter I splash water on my face trying to make my self feel better but to no prevail. Not only do I feel disgusting, but I feel slightly guilty for my actions the other day. I'm always like this. One moment I'm at a max and then after a nap it's like I regret every single decision I made during my little emotional episode. But if I'm being honest, waking up from a 2 weeks coma with acute anemia and then finding out that werewolves are a thing can kinda send you overboard.

"Werewolves. Seriously? Of all things werewolves." Groaning, I storm out of the bathroom desperate for more answers. This is ridiculous, how can werewolves even exist? Like, it's not possible. There's no way it's true.

Walking into my torn up kitchen I spot a phone on the counter. Mason told me he'd leave me a phone so when I wake up I could call him. Snatching the phone I quickly unlock it heading straight for the contacts. Finding Mason's number in record time I press the call button impatiently waiting his answer.

"Hello?" A groggy morning voice answers.

"Mason. I need answers. Now." There's a lot of movement in the back before I finally get a reply back.

"Okay, I'm coming. Be there in 5."

"Wa-" Before I could even speak the phone was cut off. "Meaner!"

"Really meaner? Come on, what are you seven?" Swirling around I let out a tiny squeak before realizing who it was.

"Waverley! Don't do that!" The hand resting on my chest turns moist. Lifting my hand I see tiny stains of blood on the palm of my hand. "Oh my god, I'm dying."

"Chill, you just need you bandages cleaned. That's why we're here." Waverley stalks to me dragging me towards my little dinner table and sitting me down.

"Wait. We?" I look up confused. Waverley's hair was pulled into a cute messy bun making her look older than she was.

"Yes we, now raise your arms." Doing as told I try and move my head around to find this other person.

"Whose 'we'?"

"Fuck, really Waverley?" Gasping lightly I turn around spotting Declan glaring daggers at his sister.

"Sorry brother, gotta clean the wounds some how." I felt a light breeze on my chest, realizing now I was topless. Blushing a deep red I try and turn my body away from Declan, my arms instantly covering my stomach.

"C-Can you please leave." My voice sounded small, but I didn't care. I couldn't have him seeing me half naked.

"You heard her leave." Waverley teased her brother, an audible growl coming from behind me. Out of instinct I shrunk back. "Hey! No growling! You're scaring her! Now go! I can't clean her wounds with you around." Heavy foot steps stumped away in anger. Feeling relieved that he was gone and couldn't see me bare chested I allowed Waverley to get to work. "Now, this may sting."