Everyone has a secret. Porsha Harris had two: She's a werewolf, and is the number one leading cause of death in her small town of Oaks. Also, she's in a family business. One that includes: Guns, violence, and a little bit of Grand Theft Auto.
Sh...
Walking through the woods with Sivan was nice company and she told me stories of her sister who wasn't bad at first but after losing a love of hers changed her for the worst. Once we reached the edge of the forest I stopped, shifted into Jasmine Rochelle I didn't want to be Porsha yet. Didn't want to face Princeton and Josh right now.
Ruffling my red hair I see Sivan give me a encouraging smile, "Where will you be?" I asked curious stretching out my limbs. She tells me that she's been here for a while and has a place to stay. "Alright well we'll talk soon." Sivan nods hugging me before walking off.
While I'm not a hug-person but it was nice to get hugged. I was wearing a ripped and torn red plaid shirt, faded blue jeans, and lace up combat boots. Jogging from the forest to the city, I walk back to the house with hands in my pockets thinking of what will happen. How it's only been 2 months since I've been gone and everything was already looking different.
Once I walked along my street I grew nervous. Damn, this vibe isn't good for my skin. Seeing Ma's house I walk up the pavement steps, to the porch and raise my hand to knock when I see it open wide open.
Angel.
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I sigh releasing all tension from my shoulders as I perk up in a smile, "I'm sorry I was gone for 2 months. It's just that I got into some deep shit and-" I started to explain but stopped the second she wrapped her arms around me and crushed me in a bear hug. "Don't leave me again."
Looking over her shoulder I noticed that the house was empty, usually wolves would be all over the place but not a wolf in sight. I patted Angel's back before we broke apart. "What's up with an empty house?"
"Oh Alpha and the boys are at meetings with the Mortelli. But that's a good thing because it gives us a chance to talk about everything." She tells me pulling me inside to lead me upstairs to her room. "Don't you live on 5th?" I asked looking at a picture of us in a tree when we were 10, and I overlooked other pictures she had of us on her dresser. "But Mela is dead and so is that house." Shit I closed my eyes and slowly turned around to her.
"She's dead?"
"Yea there's a lot to catch up on but I don't wanna cry about my sister, I don't wanna cry over you, and I'd be damned if I cry over what's been happening with crazy ass Madison. So let's do something that involves us, alcohol, and is our girls night out."
Thinking better the second I loosen the zipper on my jacket I take it off, and lift my shirt to scratch my back. I'm standing in front of the mirror when Angel gasps, "What is that?!" She asks turning my hips so my back faces the mirror. "Angel!"
"Look!"
It looked like a really messed up looking bite mark, fuck Ryder! "Girl that's a bite," I rolled my eyes, "I know that Angel. I have eyes, but what kind?" I asked as she takes a closer look and the silence was enough to kill me twice. It really made me worry when she left me to go get a book off her bookshelf. Flipping pages with a vengeance...
"From the raised skin, redness, and how it looks like it's been burned into your skin. It'll simmer into a tattoo when it heals. But if I'm reading this correctly, it's a love bite. A claim of sorts, it translate into 'Mine'. Jazz whoever gave you that... doesn't want you to go anywhere."
"A love bite," I repeated once she said it about a hundredtimes, just to make sure I wasn't going crazy. Angel flipped her hair to one side to get a better look, "Yes girl now are you going to tell me who did it?" Shewhispered and I remained quiet. That's when she glares at me, folds her arms and taps her foot on the floor. "Was it Ryder? What's with you two?"
Pulling my shirt down I give her a narrow look, "What do you mean what's with me and Ryder. He's my freaking enemy, if anything he's worried that I'm dead because he didn't have a chance to kill me." Angel seemed to think it over and nod.
"Well if I'm being honest he was rumored to be worried about you." I swallowed hard at the news and go about putting on my jacket. "Like I said Angel, worried about not having the chance to kill me." The quietness of it all was getting to me so I clapped my hands and pulled me closer to me. "Let's get some tattoos I need new ink, alcohol and, tell me everything I've missed."
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Rolling up in Daria's Jeep she turns off the car and I was about to get out when I saw Josh leaving the Bakery next door, and we don't move till he's in his car and more than half way down the street. Daria reaches over to hold my hand. "Let's get this ink honey bee."
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Getting out of the car we get inside the parlor and I was already relaxing like a day at the spa. "Hello Ladies," Meg said and we both squeal running over to hug the hell out of her. I missed my favorite artist. We give small talk before we sit down at her station, "Alright enough bull shit Daria what happened to your sister... me and the boyz will take care of the house for you. Whatever you need," Daria teared up a bit and we all hugged again.
"Now for you Miss. Thang no one has seen you, what's up with that?" Well I fucked shit up when I told Princeton that I was pregnant with Josh's baby when I'm pregnant with Ryder's. Actually it was the whole pregnant thing that had me fucked up to begin with. But now... I don't like to think about it. "It's some heavy shit. Start working on my Princess Crown tattoo and I'll tell you the story."
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A/N: Porsha/Jasmine is back and started her apology tour with Daria/Angel. And things are kind of working right? Well except for the whole baby thing, (Personally I'm not sure how to tackle it yet).
