Rejected for Her

Rejected For Her: 4

Chapter 4: Back To The Good Ol' Days

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Two weeks into the year, February 25th

It's been a series of days since I was last sober. I can remember bits and pieces but most of my memories are blank. I'm getting ready for another party when my sister walks in.

"Please don't go out tonight." I turn to her and smile.

"Why shouldn't I? I'm a 17 year old werewolf who has been to a total of 10 parties in all her years of life. I just want to live." She frowned even more, as if she didn't believe the crap I was spewing either. I turned back around and continued getting ready for the party.

"Twin, I know when something's up. Just tell me. I hate it when you come home smashed. What if something happened to you? What if someone tried to take advantage of you? I'm worried about you. Please, please just stay home with me. We can binge watch Andi Mack and any other show you want just, please, don't leave me." I could hear her voice crack as she started sobbing. I turned to face her only to find her on her knees with her hands together as if praying. She kept quietly begging me over and over to stay. Her pleas were almost unintelligible because of how hard she was sobbing. The sight broke my heart. Eliza was my twin and here I was hurting her because I didn't have the courage to end my life quickly. I dropped to my knees in front of her. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into my chest. She was younger than me by 6 minutes but I had always felt like an older sister, even though the time difference was minute.

The position was uncomfortable and my legs were starting to go numb but I wouldn't dream of letting Eliza go until her cries were quieted.

"I'll stay, okay? I'll stay just please don't cry anymore." I pleaded. I was on the verge of tears myself. If there was one thing that I couldn't stand to see or hear, it was my sister crying. She nodded her head and smiled at me, her cheeks still wet and her eyes still pouring out tears. She hopped on my bed while I got dressed in my pjs. I got in the bed with my favorite person in the world and turned on the tv.

That night Eliza and I watched our favorite tv shows until we fell asleep. I woke up 4 hours later at 3:49 am, having to pee. I used my bathroom and studied my reflection while I washed my hands. I looked hollow. My eyes had dark circles under them and my hair looked flat and dry. My body looked smaller than usual which, I think is the only good thing. I had always been slightly more chubby than my sister. My sister and I were identical twins. We had the same natural, platinum silver, kinky curls that in certain types of light made our hair look like it had hues of pink, blue, purple and green in it. It was the same with our wolves. Our facial structures were the same too, except for our dimples. Eliza had her dimple on her right cheek while I had mine on my left. Our eyes were both a very light blue and had specks of dark purple in them with a black ring around the iris. Even our body shape was the same. We both had the same hourglass figure. Thick thighs, big butt, large breasts, but a small waist. Our mother was well endowed because she came from Nigerian heritage. Our father, however, was Scottish, the whitest of the white, meaning that my sister and I had naturally tan skin. We always joked that we were the happy medium between our parents.

I turned the water off and looked away from the mirror. I walked out to see my sister lying stretched out on my bed. Her shirt halfway up her body, her arms up above her head, and her legs stretched to either side of the bed. I admired my innocent, little sister. She was so much like me, well before I got my heart ripped from my chest by someone who was supposed to love me unconditionally. She was sweet, quiet, pure, nerdy, slightly sarcastic, caring, and just overall a good person. She would cry when she saw a dead animal on the road. She always thought it was cruel that they were just left there to rot away instead of being with their family. I always thought that her Mate would be a lucky guy. Hopefully hers doesn't reject her because I honestly don't think she could handle it. Unlike me, Eliza wasn't very strong. She would fall apart if she were heartbroken. I mean, I wasn't any better. I just shut off all of my feelings when Matthew was involved. But her childlike innocence made her naive. She always believed in fairytales and I guess I did too. Until Matt happened. I turned off the light and walked around the bed to my door I walked down the kitchen. I realized that I hadn't been in contact with my wolf since the rejection. I figure it's time to check on her.

"Khaleesi?" I got no reply. I felt worry grow in the pit of my stomach. That was until I felt something stirring in my mind.

"Kay?" I heard her reply sleepily.

"What happened to you?"

"Now you pay attention to me? After weeks of dormancy?" I sighed. I knew she'd be angry.

"I'm sorry, okay. I just thought you'd want to be alone for a while and then I got caught up and parties and being drunk."

"Oh I know, you tried talking to me when you were drunk. You were slurring, even in thought and going on and on about Shakespeare's sonnets. Most of which you have never seen, read, or heard about. It was quite amusing. It was basically the equivalent to drunk texting someone." I could hear her giggle in my head. I smiled, pleased that I could make her happy.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I'm glad I provided you entertainment even if it was just for one night."

"I'm sorry about our Mate, Kay."

"I know. I'm sorry too." I heard her sniffle in my head and started to mentally curse Matthew out for hurting my wolf.

"Get some rest Khaleesi, I'll talk to you soon. I promise." I shut down the link, knowing she wouldn't willing go to sleep if she knew I was awake and sober. Having my wolf was like having another sister. I grabbed a bottle of water and turned off the light in the kitchen. As I made my way upstairs, I could sense another presence in the house. I quietly made my way into my room I noticed the broken furniture and my sister huddled in a ball in a corner with a strange man standing over her.

To be continued