Help Me Love

Chapter one

        I just moved to Lakewood, CA. I couldn't stand Champagne, IL anymore because of Naphera Watterson, my BFF/sister/twin/mother. That's how much I loved her. Don't get me wrong, I still do. But it's…complicated, I guess you could say.

        Anyway, I got a house that has 13 rooms; 2 bedrooms, 1 guest room, 1 master bedroom (my room), 2 bathrooms, kitchen, living room, game room, entertainment room, dining room, reading room, and garage. My house was white. Curiosity.

        I heard a knock on my door. I really wasn't in the mood for guests, but, what eves. I opened the door and said a gloomy, "sup'?"

        Standing there was a guy wearing pointy sunglasses and another guy wearing all blue and rectangular glasses. “Hi,” Blueboy said overly cheery. “I’m John and this is Dirk!” He gestured to the guy standing next to him. Dirk nodded. “Did you just move here?”

        “Yeah,” I answered. “I’m Tylar Smith.” {Pronounced, Tyler Smith}

        “Need help unpacking,” Dirk asked. “John here might not be that useful cuz he has no muscle.”

        “Hey!”

        I did a really tiny smile, “sure. Come on in.” I moved far enough away so they wouldn’t touch me as they walked in. I got a weird look from John but that was it.

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I snapped my eyes open and looked around wildly. I sighed of relief. Still here.

'Who the fuck is Dave and John anyway?’ I glanced around again. I was still in my tree in the woods. I’ve been on the run for 2 years now, and I haven’t seen them in the past year or so. By “them,” I mean the people who are trying to capture me. I’m a weretiger and I escaped the wretched place that they call a home. I called it a prison. The other people thought it was the “most beautiful place on Earth.” Pfft. They don’t know beautiful. These woods are beautiful. The sunset is beautiful. I’m beautiful.

I climbed to the ground and started hunting when I heard something that didn’t fit with the luring sounds of the forest. It sounded like…footsteps? Like heavy footsteps getting louder and closer…

I gasped and spun. Just then, Sheer Goth, my hunter, burst into the clearing. He grinned wickedly and said, “So, we meet again, Tylar Smith. Soon, you shall be mine. Forever,” he ran his tongue over his canines, which jutted out when he was only partly transformed, “I shall keep you as my love and make sure you don’t ever leave me again. You just have to finish your tests. Is that right, Love?”

        I was so surprised and frightened, I couldn’t figure out what to say. So I just backed up with my hands in front of me until I got to the edge of the clearing then took off. He tisked his tongue like he was disappointed. “YOU CAN’T RUN OR HIDE, LOVE! ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, I WILL FIND YOU AND MAKE YOU MINE!!” And with that, he started chasing after me.