Our Beloved (OT12 EXO Werewolf Story)

Starting Fresh

Chapter 1

As I looked back at the house I grew up in, I couldn't help but become overtaken with emotions. This was the last place I had spent with my dad.

Everywhere I looked I was reminded of the memories we both shared. In a way this actually comforted me.

After my dad had passed away I found that being surrounded by these memories helped me cope; letting me know that he will always be with me.

My mom on the other hand would beg to disagree. She had become consumed by the same memories that brought me comfort. She felt that by staying in our home she would never heal. Seeing as she was becoming nothing more than a hollow shell, I didn't complain when she told me we were moving.

These past few months I had watched my mother ruin her body. First, she deprived herself of human interaction. Then she refused to eat. Now, she has taken it upon herself to rely on alcohol to numb her pain.

Everyday I would come home from school to be welcomed by my intoxicated mother. Sometimes she would be passed out on the ground and I had to carry her up the stairs to her room.

Other days she would be in a drunken rage. During this time she would cuss and throw things at me. I couldn't even get mad at her for it, because she rarely remembers the things she says and and does to me in her inebriated state.

Of all the tantrums I've had to endure, last week was finally the straw that broke the camel's back.

Flashback

I had just gotten home from school, like usual. When I walked through the front door I wasn't surprised to see my mother wasted. I thought she would just yell at me like normal or try to throw things at me. Boy was I wrong. The second I shut the door she whipped around and started cursing at me.

"Where the fuck have you been you no good piece of shit?!

"How can you call yourself a daughter?!"

"You do nothing in this house except give me a headache! "

"You ungrateful bitch!" she screamed.

Since I was used to this kind of behavior from her I simply said, "I know mom, let's just get you to bed now."

Suddenly her face went stoic. She just stood there staring at me. I had never seen her do that before, so I immediately tensed up and prepared for the worst. Then as suddenly as she stopped she calmly stated, while staring me down, "If it weren't for you my husband would still be here."

I tried to keep my face neutral, but I couldn't lie. That one really hurt. I couldn't blame her for saying that though. As hard as it is to admit, it truly is my fault.

If I hadn't missed the bus my dad never would've had to come pick me up. If I could've just made it on time he would've never crossed that intersection.

Heck! I could've walked my lazy ass home. 

I had no one to blame but myself. I couldn't even blame the drunk driver who hit him. Since he would've never even crossed paths with my dad in the first place if it weren't for my idiocy.

I let out a quiet sigh and tried to brush off the harsh words. I couldn't let what she said get to me; since I already think all the same things about myself.

I set my backpack down and both mentally and physically prepared myself to restrain her. With both my hands up I slowly eased my way towards her. "Mom, it's okay. Calm down there's no need to yell. Let's just set the bottle down and go upstairs" I tried to persuade.

I was almost close enough to grab her; only a couple feet away. 

All the while, she continued to stand there motionless with a blank stare. It almost looked like she was on a completely different plane of earth.

I thought this was my chance to grab her. Suddenly, like a switch flipped, she lunged toward me. Taken by surprise I fell back and landed with a hard, "Thump" on the floor. I was seeing stars.

When I came to my senses I realized my mother was on top of me clawing at my face. It almost looked like a wolf was trying to maul me. I mustered up all my strength, all while trying to defend my face from her ferocious nails and kicked as hard as I could. Thankfully, the force knocked her off me.

I clumsily scrambled to my feet just in time to watch my mother smash her half empty bottle of alcohol against my head. Then it all went black.

I slowly opened my eyes, trying to focus my blurry vision. I wasn't sure how long I was unconscious, but my mom was nowhere in sight. It took me a minute, but I finally regained my senses and decided to go find her.

I searched the entire house and couldn't find her anywhere. Just when I was walking back to the kitchen to clean up the broken glass I heard, what appeared to be, crying coming from the bathroom. 

I held my breath and knocked. "Mom is that you?" 

Without warning the door flew open.

There my disheveled mother stood; tears streaming down her face. I wasn't sure what to do, until she charged at me. Thinking she was going to attack me again I screamed and prepared for the impact.

After a few moments I realized that my mother wasn't trying to attack me. No. She was hugging me. I hadn't received a hug from her since my father passed away. Not taking it for granted, despite the circumstances, I hugged her back.

Hesitantly, my mother pulled away and looked me in the eyes. "I'm so sorry Esme. I'm so sorry" she all but sobbed.

"I don't know what got into me. I promise I'll never do that again. I'm so sorry baby. Please forgive me. I'll stop drinking. I'll get better. I promise." she pleaded.

I was left speechless. Never in my wildest dreams would I expect my mother to apologize to me after one of her episodes. Let alone ask for forgiveness. It should be the other way around. Since I'm the sole cause of my mom's downfall in the first place.

Pushing those thoughts aside, I put the biggest smile on my face and replied. "Okay mom. That sounds like a plan. I forgive you." I tried to hold in my tears as my mom and I clutched onto each other for dear life.

The next day my mom told me we were moving to Forks, Washington, so we could start our lives over. She put our house on the market and within weeks we were packed and headed to our new home.

Present

I closed my eyes and got in the car. I didn't look back. I never wanted to see my mom in that state again.

After what happened that night I couldn't even think about the once happy memories that enveloped the house.

Therefore, I put a hopeful smile on my face, got in the car, and prepared for the fresh start my mom and I were headed toward.

I just realized how fun writing can be! Never would've thought that before.

It might not be the best book anyone's read, but I'm having a lot of fun writing it. Anyways, thanks for reading this far!