Being a Werewolf

chapter 6-Surprise

                I was looking at my lower back; on the tan skin was a black tattoo. The tattoo was a black outline of a dog on its heels. My mouth dropped, if it wasn’t attached to my face it would have fell to the floor. I starred at it in aww. The dog was pitch black and turned up with its mouth open. The dog wasn’t that large, but it covered most of my lower back. Crap, people are going to think that I have a tramp stamp. Grr…Whoa.

 “Did you hear that? Tell me you heard that, Izbel.” I crooned desperately, I felt like I was hearing things, because I did not want to admit to the fact that it came from inside me. Izbel was tracing the tattoo with her finger when she glanced up at me over my shoulder and smiled with a shrug that was aggravating, I knew if I heard that she had to of heard that…growl. I never seen myself turn, but I was glaring Izbel in the face, and my fist was balled up, already flying to connect with Izbel’s jaw. Unfortunately, I wasn’t quick enough and she caught my fist in mid air. Three things happened at once. One, as my fist was ready to come in contact with my sister’s jaw, a growl escaped through my lips. Two, my dad walked in the room with a stun look on his face as he took in the tattoo that was completely visible. Three, as I starred in my sisters eyes, they changed into something I couldn’t explain. If I was to guess what I saw, her pupils thinned and brightened to where those hazel eyes seem to glow. I immediately jumped back, as a backed up I knew where the end of the bed was, I could see the end of the bed in my head; picture memory, cool. I rapidly changed my footing and move my right foot to deviate around the bed.  Though it took a second to glance down at the bed to see if I was actually missing the corner of the bed, I was, when I glanced back up I was staring into Izbel’s regular hazel eyes, as if they never changed. I knew for a fact that I wasn’t hallucinating.

“What’s up with your…,” I started, but my dad strolled in and snatched up my shirt higher, exposing my lower back and with it the mysterious tattoo.

“Dad, I swear I did not get that done,” I said each word carefully like I was afraid to hurt his feelings, “Seriously, I don’t even know how it got there. I DID NOT DO IT!”

“Of course because it just magically jumped on your back and engraved itself there, Skye.” Izbel mocked. She grinned proudly at her stupid statement, it just made a bubbling anger come to the surface for me. Something else inside of me also didn’t like her statement; it wanted me to jump on her and pound her face into the ground. I knew I could; I felt like I was stronger, faster, and more dominate then her. What the hell was I thinking, Izbel was older than me and she just proved she was faster.

“Izbel, would you for once SHUT UP.” I yelled it into her face. I could hear quick footsteps coming towards my room.

“What is going on in here, why all the yelling?” my mom crooned. No one answered, but my dad decided to respond by leaving my shirt up, showing the tattoo. My mom’s hand covered her mouth in aww and tears began to run down her face. They ran down her face as quick as a waterfall. Her small crying became small whimpers, than loud crying.

“Mom you have to believe me, I didn’t get this done, I woke up this morning and this was there,” I crooned, walking slowly towards her “Dad, tell her I would never lie to her about something like this.” Regretfully, my father said nothing, but had a grim look on his profile. I took another step towards her and reached out to touch her for comfort.  With a small brush of my fingers my mom jumped back as if I burnt her and turned rapidly, ran down the hall to her room. I wanted badly to run after her and try to comfort her; she had to know that I wouldn’t lie to her about this tattoo.

“Well, mommies little girl,” Izbel laughed referring to me “how does it feel to know that you broke your mother’s heart.”

“She’s your mother, too, you ungrateful…” I hollered walking to her, my fist was balled, and I was ready for a confutation. Before I get a foot to Izbel, my dad stopped me quickly in my tracks.