Chasing Grant

Chapter 16 ~Taking Care Of....Pt.2

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Chapter 16 ~Taking Care Of....Pt.2

Sam Harwood as Harley Brown (Also because I felt like it)

Just like our eyes, our hearts have a way of adjusting to the dark. ~Adam Stanley

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Felix's POV

My hands still shook as I stared blankly at the wall in front of me.

The sky cried as if in mourning and that idea left me feeling hollow.

I didn't go to school today because my dad thought it would be a good idea to take me hunting for the very first time. I wish that I just said 'No, fuck off' like I always did, but I didn't.

What I did today wasn't worth his proud, smug look and his pat on my back. It wasn't worth the celebration he practically threw because I had my first kill.

That's what I did.

I took a life.

And it haunted me.

One minute I was face to face with a red eyed rogue my father reminding me to "Remember my training and apply it" and then the next minute the wolf was laying on it's side. It's chest rising and falling with it's final labored breaths.

But that's not what haunted me. No.

What haunted me was the fact that when I approached to finish the kill it looked at me. It's eyes were no longer the wild shade of red. The eyes no longer held a savage and blood thirsty look.

No, the eyes were soft, sad, and innocent. The color of the orbs were a striking blue reminding me of the boy that I've loved and crushed on since my Sophomore year.

That's what haunted me.

The wolf reminded me to much of my innocent crush. The resemblance of the eyes were too close that for an unwavering moment I had believed it was Grant I was about to kill.

And that killed me.

I freaked for half a second before finishing off the kill quickly that way I wouldn't have to see those innocent blue eyes staring into my soul. But not only was a life taken at that moment, but my soul along with it.

As we headed home my eyes, mind, and soul were empty and dull.

When we walked into the house Violet stared as if she knew what happened. She probably did I mean she is a wolf. She probably smelled it on me.

I remember her tensing up and glaring harshly at my father behind me. She looked as if she wanted to hurt him for putting me through this. So I just walked away before they started to argue.

After about thirty minutes of them fighting I heard my father say he was heading back to the pub where all the hunters would hang out. Violet left soon after probably for her wolf to be free and have a run.

Leaving me to my own devices.

I wanted to go and see Grant, but if he found out what happened today he would never want me. He would deem me a monster, because after all no matter how kind hearted he is he would never be able to look at me the same way.

There was a loud pounding on the front door which caused me to snap out of my deep depressing thoughts. My eyes lazily traveled to my room door. I expected Violet to answer it, but then I remembered that she wasn't home.

I sighed and stood up as the pounding got louder and more persistent.

It couldn't be Violet because she wouldn't knock so erratically. It could be my father, probably returning home wasted and angry.