Paper Butterflies

Chapter Fifteen

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        Looking at the full length mirror in front of me I ran my fingers over the scar I was left with. Only wearing a bra and jeans I was able to see the wound. It was healing better, after a week of bed rest. Scott wouldn’t let me move a muscle unless it was to eat or go to the bathroom.

It still hurt, of course, I did get shot. But, it didn’t hurt like I thought it would and I was actually healing quiet fast for a bullet to the abdomen. Now that I was able to move without so much pain I needed something to do. During the day everyone was gone to either work or school. At night everyone was busy with, I guess werewolf stuff.

               Either way it left me unoccupied and bored out of my mind. Part of me felt useless, like the only thing I was meant for was taken away the day my father decided to kill himself.

It was only noon so I made my way downstairs and worked through my checklist.

Clean kitchen. Check.

Scrub floors. Check.

Clean bathrooms. Check.

Dishes. Check.

Laundry. Check.

               I couldn’t really cook dinner since it was early and everyone sort of chipped in with dinner when the time came. Lunch, no point since it’s only me, but by the time I was finished with the entire house some of the um…pack members started coming home.

“Holy…this place looks…clean.” Someone commented, I think his name was David. He was a year or two younger than me.

               I took in a deep breath as I walked out of the laundry room to find David and several others, including Scott.

“Ash, you should be in bed.” Scott said rushing over to me.

               “Scott, I’m fine. I don’t want to be cooped up in your room all day.” I muttered. Scott shook his head as he ran a hand through his hair, then he looked around the living room.

“Did you clean?” He asked.

               “Uh, yeah. Not much else to do.” I shrugged.

“We have chores and stuff for everyone to do, you didn’t have to do all this yourself.”

               “It’s fine, I can clean myself. It’s not hard and I’m not a baby.” I told him. “I can’t just sit around and do nothing.”

“I know, I know. Just, try and take it easy okay. It’s almost time for dinner. We’ll cook and I’ll call you down.”

               I sighed. “I’m not hungry. I’ll be upstairs.”

“Ash-”

               “I said I’m not hungry, Scott. If you don’t mind I have to be useless somewhere else.”

I ran upstairs, not looking back as Scott called my name. I felt angry, I felt useless. I had a job to do and I couldn’t do it here. What else am I to do but work? I shook my head and went over to the bed in Scott’s room. Laying down I prepared to go to sleep. It was just about dinner time and hopefully when I woke up it would be early. I’d have the chance to do what I’m supposed to.

               I opened my eyes slowly. Lifting my head up a bit I was able to see Scott sleeping on the floor. As quietly as possible I slid out of the bed and tiptoed out of the room. Once I was downstairs I went to the kitchen and made breakfast, just like my dad would tell me.

I know how to do what I’m told, with no complaint. I know what I was taught, that I’m good for cleaning and cooking. I take care and never taken care of. And I’m okay with that.