Everything I Thought I Needed

Chapter 2

Ever since that day had happened, I hadn't seen my mom. I was ashamed of what I did to my father. Not long after I had shifted back, mom came outside screaming to know what happened, I looked down to the ground in shame and I couldn't look her in the eye and tell her that I was the monster that killed dad and that he wasn't going to come back.

     "It was a wolf, it came out of nowhere and attacked him. I couldn't stop it,"

I instantly regretted it the second the words came out of my mouth. It wasn't a lie. It just didn't include the whole truth, I honestly didn't have the control over the Wolf that took over my senses and body. All I knew was that I was mad as hell at him and I wanted him to pay for putting her through pain for all these years.

            After the funeral, mom had lost it. She didn't come out of her room, she wouldn't talk to me, and she wouldn't eat. Her depression was the worst I have ever seen. One night, she finally came out of her room.

   "You know it's your fault he died?" She bluntly stated.

  "What?" I was shocked that she said that so suddenly.

"It was because of you that he beat me senseless." She replied coldly.

It was then that I decided it was time for me to leave. I may be selfish right now for thinking that runnning away while my mom was grieving, but to be honest, ever since I shifted, my senses have kicked in hard to where I could hear everything and see everything. I didn't have control over the urges to shift into the monster I became.

   Three Years Later...

  "Danielle! You're doing it again."

  I snapped out of my trance as Sammy began to wave her hand in front of my face. Apparently, I space out a lot. That day haunts me every day and night in my mind. I have dreams of the scene replaying in my head and my moms words ring in my head that it was my fault.

  "Sorry, I was just thinking about something." I mumble.

   She just shook her head and grabbed my hand and pulled me into the store she's been dying to get a bikini from.

   Sammy is my only friend but she was also my best friend and she was the polar opposite of me. While I'm shy and reserved, she's wild and speaks her mind. Every since I ran away, she was the only one that dared to speak to me when I showed up in her small town. I guess I'm not that friendly looking.

    I sat outside the fitting room waiting for her to come out and "grace me with her presence". 

     I began to lose myself in my thoughts again until she made her entrance out of the fitting room.

    "What do you think?" She asked excitedly.

   I looked up and to be honest, she looked pretty damn good. Her black hair cascaded down in front,of,her chest. It was a one piece but it had the sides cut out and there was a bronze metal circle that connected the top and bottom together. It brought out her curves really good. She was short like me but she was a lot tanner.

    "Damn girl, I'd fuck you." I teased her.

   Apparently, that was the answer she wanted because she began to jump up and down sqealing. I could've sworn she is a little old for that but who am I to judge?

    "I'm buying it, and you are going to find something too so don't even try to argue." She stated firmly.

   "If you say so, but you know I'll just put a large shirt over it."