Irregular

Chapter 4 - 5 years later:

            

"How was the trip?" Dad asks.

"Entertaining." I smirk.

Kirk rolls his eyes. "For you!" He pouts. "I am a guy. Guys are awesome at everything." 

"Wow, cocky much?" I laugh and walk into my bedroom.

"Hiya!" I holler, slamming my jacket down onto Kayden, who was asleep on our bed.

He growls and chunks the jacket back me. "No!" I say throwing it back. "Leave it on the bed. Every time something gets left on the floor it gets ruined by you stepping on it."

"How did the trip go?" Kayden asks.

"It was fine."

"Did Kirk learn anything new?"

"Nope. Still the cockiest 12-year-old I know."

"He is the only 12-year old you know."

"Shut up." I change into a sports bra and Sophie shorts.

I lie down on the bed next to Kayden. "Make me a sandwich?" I smile.

"Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?" He jokes.

I smack him on his arm. "You douche! That's where Kirk gets it from, you sexiest bastards."

"I only say those things to make you mad." He smiles. "Why can't you make your own sandwich?"

"Because for some reason your sandwiches are always better. You seem to know the perfect amount of condiments to put on the bread. It's like, you were born to make me sandwiches! Also, my mustard always oozes over the side of it."

"I hate that word: ooze."  He shivers at the thought of it.

I shove him, "Make me a sandwich!" I demand.

He groans and heads into the kitchen.

That's what I love about Kayden. He does things for me even when he doesn't want too. But really, it is only because he knows I won't leave him alone until I get my way.

I've lived with Kayden and his three brothers and dad for about 5 years now. Kayden rescued me after the crash that killed Andrew and Macy. He pulled me out of the car and kept me from getting injured from the car exploding. The explosion was due to a gas leak, which happened during the crash. He said that he borrowed his friend's car and was following us to the hospital when we flipped. He claims he saw Andrew when we were driving off and how wasted he was and that he just had to follow or he would regret it.

When he told me that, I felt dumb. I knew Andrew was drunk at the party. However, it didn't click when he took the keys from me and got into the driver's seat of the van. I was just worried about Macy and getting her to the hospital that it completely slipped my mind.

Kayden saved me.

If it weren't for Kayden, I would be dead. If it had been anyone else, I would be dead.

Now I live with him, Kirk, Keegan, Kason, and their dad Trevor; I call him dad.

I haven't seen my parents in about five years now. For all I know, they could be dead. They think I am dead. They think I died in the car crash. I went to my old house to check up on them a few weeks after the crash, and they were having a memorial service for me, Andrew, and Macy.

I had never seen my mom cry that hard before. She was on her knees in front of my picture sobbing with many different family members and friends surrounding her, comforting her. My dad was in shock and didn't even acknowledge much that was happening around him. He just stared at the ground with sad eyes. There might have been a few tears slip down his cheek, but he wasn't choking on his tears like mom was.

I felt horrible watching mine and my best friend's memorial service, knowing I was one of the reasons they were in so much pain. I could have walked right into that service and announce that I wasn't dead, but I basically am, and I almost did, if it hadn't of been for dad - I mean Trevor.

I haven't always called Trevor dad. Just a couple months ago I begin calling him dad because, well, he is my dad.

He may not be my biological dad or legally my dad, but you don't have to be related to call someone your dad if they fill the space.

Trevor was there for me when I was going through my transition and when I was copping with the death of my best friends and having to leave my family.

He gave me an option: I could stay with him and his boys, or I could go back to my parents. But I couldn't do that. I wouldn't trust myself.

It is already hard enough to be around so many animals that live in the woods near our house with their hearts beating and their blood pumping through their veins. It makes me want to go and tear each and every one of them to pieces. It's an animal. I was made to eat human hearts, not animal. If nasty little animal hearts make me feel like that, imagine me being around humans. I would tear my family apart, literally.

When I say that Kayden rescued me, I mean he bit me. When Kayden gave me the bite, yeah it killed me, but it made me immortal. Without the bite, I was going to die and be dead for good.

I miss my family and Andrew and Macy horribly! Sometimes I'll hear a song or smell something that reminds me of them and I'll cry or get really sad. But that's how life goes. Well, for most people it is slightly different. Normal people usually don't get bit by some teenage boy and become a werewolf.

However, they still feel pain. That pain that sits in your chest that can only be released by crying; sometimes crying doesn't even fix it. Things change. Change is what life basically is. It's shitty as hell and sucks, but what can you do? Sit in your room and cry about it all day? For all you know, you could be crying about the good stuff that is in your life now later on. Then later on, you'll wish you wouldn't have sat in your room crying when you could be spending time with the people you love. But what are you doing to appreciate those things? Locking yourself away? Feeling sorry for yourself? Yeah, I miss Macy and Andrew, and the universe took them away too freaking soon, but I can't dwell over them forever. Nothing last forever. Not even pain last forever. I have amazing people like Kayden and the boys now. This is my life now. My human life is over.

I have to let go of it.

I now have a daily routine with my new family. Which is, hunt, watch television, eat, sleep, repeat.

It's my life as a werewolf.