Blurred Memories

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: KILL ME

"Ethan, go grab them food since they are both awake now," the lady says sending Ethan away. I am not sure whether Ethan was lying about being himself, but I still felt safer with him in the room. 

"What do you want from us?"

"Oh baby, I don't want anything from him," she says pointing at Grayson, "or his brother. I just want you."

"Then why did you take him," I say talking about Ethan. 

"I took him because I knew the good in your precious heart would force you to find him. Grayson is just an extra."

"Excuse me," Grayson says. 

"Shut up before I hurt you again," she says looking at him making a fist. 

"If you hurt him-"

"If I hurt him what? You will do something to me? LOOK AT YOURSELF!" She yells which catches me off guard for a second. "You're trapped. Besides, if you did do something to me, I will do something to your boytoy. Oh yeah, you would be able to feel it too... am I right?"

"You wouldn't dare."

"SIT DOWN!" She yells grabbing up shoulder and forcing me down to the ground. I don't fight back because I do not want to potentially hurt Ethan. "I have some memories to give back to you."

"What memories," I say back a bit excited. The idea of getting my memories back gets me thrilled even if it is bad memories.

"Child, I am not going to give you your memories." To be honest I should've known she was lying. "Your memories will come back to you over time, as you possibly know already. I have a story of the truth," she says back in a confirming voice. 

"I don't care for your stories." I say back. She sits down in front of me and smirks. 

"Even if the story involves Wesley?" 

I look at her with anger. I totally forgot about Wesley and the possibility that he might be in this place too. I decide to stay quiet.

"That's what I thought," she says. "When I met your father I was an alpha. Unfortunately he was a human which made him weaker than me, but than again I was the most powerful alpha around. I loved your father. Do you know him?" 

"You never let me meet him."

"Oh yeah, it's because he ran away after I gave birth to you. I never bothered to find him after. Giving birth to you took away my powers. In fact," she shines her werewolf eyes at me, "my eyes aren't red anymore because guess what! You took my alpha powers away and not you are known as a "born-alpha" but it shouldn't be that way." 

"If that what you want back? Being an alpha?"

"Yes!" She stands up and walks to the middle of the room. "I want my strength, power, mentality, speed, everything back. It will bring me back my happiness."

"Killing your only child will bring you happiness?" 

"I don't care that you are my child. I was supposed to kill you years ago, but stupid Wesley caught me just in time saving your life. I was taken to jail and blah blah blah. Now I'm here and Wesley is... not." 

I am completely shocked. My heart starts to beat faster and faster, not because I am scared but because of all this new information that I am hearing. I thought my mother loved me, but then again, I didn't even remember how she looked like. I can't believe she did all this because she wants her "alpha powers" back. 

"Why haven't you killed me yet?"

"Good question. I am waiting for the perfect time, and when to do it."

"You must be insane," Grayson whispers. I forgot that he was in here listening to this whole thing. "Do you not hear what you are saying. She is your own daughter!"

"SHUT UP!" She walks closer to Grayson and kneels in front of him. She whips her claws out and pulls her arm back ready to stab him. 

"No wonder why your husband ran away, you scared him away," Grayson says angrily. As much as I am thankful for Gray and his strength to stand up for me, he is being an idiot. 

"WAIT!" I yell stopped her from stabbing Gray. "You don't need anything from him. It's me that you should be attacking." 

"What are you saying?"

"Kill me-"

"Johanna no," Grayson says in a shocked voice. 

"-and when I die you must set them free, all of them."

"Interesting. An alpha that has given up. Why?" She says in an accomplished tone. 

"There is no point of living. You made me believe that I was loved. That my mother was sick and that she cared for me and supported me even when you died...which I guess never happened. I attended a funeral and cried for days. I was five years old. My whole life has been a lie. Dad, I thought he died before I was born but he ran because I was born. He saw the pain I caused you," I start to slowly stand up, "and he didn't want me to harm him in the same way. He didn't love me, if he did he would have stayed. I ruined your life and you have ruined mine. So I don't want it anymore. I don't want what is mine, what shouldn't be mine. Kill me."

I have tears rolling down my face. What I have said is true but I do not want to die. I have a plan and if she wants to kill me, she might take this hand cuff off of me to do so. I know she would not kill me here, it will not fulfill her plans. 

"I'm glad you understand the horrors you have caused. The pain you put me through. It is true, you are living a big lie but that is what you deserve. I will come get you tomorrow." 

There has to be a small part of her that feels guilty for wanting to kill me, but then again, she is not the woman I would talk to in my dreams. She is not the mother that passed away when I was five. She is not the woman who went sick and gave Wesley the permission to care for me. She is the coward who will do anything for power and I will not let her have it.