To Fight Back, To Change

Chapter 16 - I Tell a Story

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He found me in the training area, I wasn’t training, I was sitting under one of the larger trees and surveying the area.  My eyes were scanning through the sparse field as I desperately tried to reign in any emotions that I was feeling. Reminding myself over and over again that this isn’t me, this is her not me. When I saw his approaching figure my face blanked again into a well-worn expression and said sharply “Where’s all the bloody training equipment? Looks like a tea party more than a drill area.”

Ash stayed silent as if my words fell as echoes in the wind. He annoyingly stood there, swaying against the light breeze. He was mad, real mad. I saw it in the shaking fists and the stiff set of his body.  Ash was contemplating what to say, I knew it and I know I won’t like it.  He seemed to be waiting patiently for me to say something else, waiting for something I wasn’t going to say.

Finally, impatient from the silent Ash abruptly hisses out “What. Did. You. Do!.” Punctuating each word, his eyes pierced into mine. We became stuck in a glaring contest, both of us refused to look away. I didn’t want to say anything about what had happened, afraid that I might start blubbering or something like that but if he demanded, he would receive. That doesn’t mean I was going to make it a pleasant talk. Cutting eye contact, like a coward, I snorted out “Straight to the point are we?” My eyes glared at the clear, Aussie blue sky.

Ash growled low and threatening “This is my Father, not one of you bloody games!” I smiled at that comment. It was just so not me, if anything. I hated playing games, I prefer to go straight to the mouse rather than pounce it back and forth.  I puckered my lips and put on a sad, droopy expression.

“You don’t know me at all, do you? Games just…aren’t my thing.” I grinned at his stony, barely contained expression.  I hadn’t realized how close he had gotten to me, but the poor tree had. Ash swung his fist, crashing it into the woody bark. The tree creaked and moaned its protest and the smashed pieces of its skin fell. To make it clear, I didn’t jump out of the way in fear of his oh so ‘wrathy’ violence. I was used to anger, it held no effect on me and in fact it was pretty fun. But falling chunks of tree bark and wood getting in my hair and clothes was just plain annoying. Hopefully that doesn’t make me sounds stupid but that stuff gets on your skin and itches like a bitch.  

Ash was breathing heavily and I felt a little sorry for him. Seeing his Father like that, it must have hurt. Pretty bad and here come this chick and she starts messing things up.  Ash leered inches away from me in a desperate attempt of intimidation. It didn’t work.

“Tell me what you did!” He roared.. I smiled and sighed.

“I didn’t do anything, old man just went insane.” Ash seemed to tense even harder at this comment, his veins sticking out through his skin.

“Don’t say that about my Father. You don’t know him. You don’t know him. He’s sick not insane!”

“Stupid is as stupid does.” I whisper. “He’s gone. That ain’t no man in there. He’s not sick. This place, your home chewed up like a freaking dog toy”

By now you already know I have a pretty hard time with people invading my personal space and Alpha’s son or not, this guy was getting far too close for comfort. Knowing that he wouldn’t budge a bit I moved to casually lean against the tree. I twirled a small twig through my fingers that I snapped off the branch and used it as a distraction, watching calmly as it curved from one finger to the other.