Deciding to take her back to mine seeing as she probably wouldn't want to be alone tonight and it was closer than driving all the way to hers I carefully helped her out of my car and inside then up into my bedroom.
After helping her change into a set of her pyjamas she keeps here I put her into my bed and decided to take a shower, thinking she probably wouldn't appreciate me getting into bed with bloodedy knuckles.
Walking into my en-suite I couldn't help but take in my appearance, my usually wavey honey blonde hair was knotted up in bunches and sticking out all over the place, my tanned skin was spotted with blood and light brusing and my dark brown almost black eyes had large black bags hanging under them, I looked a mess.
Peeling of my black wetsuit and floral bikini I stepped under the stream of hot water and begin to massage shampoo into my knotted hair, rinse the now dried blood off my body and try and scrub the memory of the fight off my skin.
Finally feeling clean I step out and wrap my fluffy towel around myself letting it consume me in its warmth, before changing into a matching pastel blue pyjama set and towel drying my hair.
Knowing I wouldn't get back to sleep after that and add that to the fact the sun had now begun to rise I decided It was a good chance to call mum.
Making my way down my staircase to sit on the brown leather couch in my living room I flick off the lights wanting the room to be lit up with the natural light from the now rising sun.
Pulling my phone out I search for mums contact before dialling her number knowing she'd be up by now anyways since she'd always been an early riser much to my disgust as a teenager living at home.
After ringing a couple times the dial tone clicks
"Hey sweetie, how are you? I'm surprised you're up this early on a Saturday" her honey toned voice speaks out through the phone, that sound always seeming to calm me down and I can feel the stress of last night slowly slipping away.
"Hey mum, yeah I'm good, yeah I know I wouldn't normally but Bell and I went for a night surf yesterday" I replied
"Ahh see that makes more sense, let me guess you haven't even gone to bed yet right?" She answers with a light laugh "honestly you girls, you'd think you were half fish at this point"
"Come on mum you know I haven't surfed since last week, my Uni exams had me too swamped, I had no time to do anything but study" I half wined out.
"I know, I know. But I can think of someone that could help with that...." she says after a few moments almost cautiously.
"I know what you're about to suggest and the answer is no, it's not going to happen" I say probably too harshly after all she's only trying to help but we've had this debate a dozen times before.
She speaks as I go to interrupt her "Look Alexis, no just wait, I know your dad hasn't been in your life enough for you to remember but he is a doctor and I'm sure could give you with some study advice and tips after all he had to go through his medical degree too"
Waiting for her to finish I say "I don't give a flying sh*t if he's on the flippin board of directors of medicine I'm not calling that sperm donor who can't even be bothered to send a birthday card once a year, I've never known him and I don't intend to start now!"
Finishing my rant I hear my mum sigh on the other end of the phone "look I know ok but he's never had a chance to see what he's missing, all I'm saying is maybe you should give him that chance" she finishes with another defeated sigh.
That's when I really think, I lost someone I never knew when my 'dad' deserted me but mum lost her partner and instead of trying to be understanding I've just been dragging this man that she's loved for the past 22 years of my life.
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The Oceanic Wolves
Lobisomem"I'm afraid you're mistaken little wolf, this isn't a matter of needing you to want to come with me, it's a matter of you being destined to come with me", he said with such loathing and disinterest I'd wondered what I'd done to deserve his hatred. ~...
