The Big Bad Beast (bxb)

Chapter Eighteen: Food

Red P.O.V

The brightness of the sun shining in my eyes wasn't extremely comforting but I slept better then I should have. I mean, I don't typically sleep very well. I mean, how well can you sleep when you live in a foster home orphanage situation with too many children inside of it? You can't sleep worth a crap when you have to put the toddlers to sleep at night. It's hard to go to sleep when they are constantly crying. It is a constant battle with the toddlers at home, a never-ending battle.

I attempt to roll away from the sunlight since the brightness was disturbing my chances at going back to sleep. That didn't end well because I ended up rolling into a very sturdy chest. I tensed, opening my eyes slowly to avoid being blinded by the sun, and slowly, as my vision adjusts, I manage to make out that the person lying next to me was Welfen. It wasn't exactly hard to figure out that it was him, I mean other than seeing physically that it was him, who else would be in this room with me. I wish it was one of my foster brothers but I highly doubt that they are able to come and visit me just yet, or that their too scared to try and I would be too. I mean, werewolves are their enemies, I wouldn't want to go out and find . . . whatever room that I am in. I'm assuming it's a medical room or a guest room, something along those lines. I can't truly say that this room is a medical bay though. I honestly think it is one of the thousands of rooms that are inside this freaking mansion.

I managed to slide myself off of the bed before I realized that I most definitely wouldn't be able to go anywhere until Welfen woke up so I did want any logical person would do. I poked his face. Over, and over again. I didn't think it was working at first since all he did was scrunch up his face, his nose doing this cute thing before he went back to the way he looked before. It made me huff with annoyance since I really wanted him to wake up. Not only because I wanted to get out of this room to see my foster brothers, to make sure that they are okay, but to eat something.

"Welfen!" I said loudly, more playfully then anything, at the sleeping form of Welfen.

A couple of things happened within the next couple of seconds. I imagine that it would have been funny to watch from the 3rd person view though.

Welfen jolted up in a quick motion. His arms flung all around and one of his uncoordinated arms managed to push me back off the bed. I landed on the ground. It didn't necessarily hurt me, it shocked me more than anything. I stared at the bed, where Welfen's entire body rose as he glanced around the room in a quick panic before he realized the person who had been pestering him had indeed been me. He looked guiltily down at where I was sitting on the ground.

"God, Red, Um, I'm sorry!" He said as he scattered off the bed and joined me on the floor as his eyes scanned me over as if looking for new injuries.

"I'm fine," I say as I scoot slowly away from the werewolf. Even though he hasn't harmed me since before, I wasn't taking any chances. Not when it came to a large werewolf. I kind of wanted him to back up though. I don't know exactly what makes Welfen tick, what makes his wolf come out, and I most definitely don't want to find out.

"You sure? I can get the pack do-"

"I said I'm fine!" I said a little louder, with more force behind it. I don't want to come off as snappy or mean but I had said I was fine, that should be enough for someone to back off. It apparently wasn't though, at least it wasn't enough for Welfen. I could almost imagine him with little sad droopy puppy ears.

Welfen back up, before standing. He didn't say anything but he slowly exited the room, locking it behind me. I lay back so that I'm laying on the floor as I sigh. Great, now I'm trapped in this room. Even worse, I upset the Welfen's feelings. Even if I wanted to get out of here I couldn't. I could probably force myself to walk but it would hurt. I make myself get off of the floor and lay down on the bed. think the stress from the bite and the bite itself was the cause of this walking issue. God, I wish that Welfen's wolf hadn't bit me. It would have made me escaping this room easier, heck I wouldn't have been in this room at all. Maybe if that werewolf hadn't bit me then I'd be back in the house, sleeping in my bed. Maybe, maybe not. I couldn't tell you now, it's in the past.

It seemed like forever when honestly it had only been around ten minutes before Welfen reappeared, unlocking the door and entering the room with a tray in his hands. It made me blush as I realized that I must have been showing signs of being hungry. That is the exact moment my stomach decided to greet me with a growl.

I look down bashfully. I think I need to apologize for snapping at him, I shouldn't have done that, I mean, he was just being concerned about me. I think I overreacted. I probably shouldn't have raised my voice by any means. I need to stop seeing Welfen as a dangerous thing because ever since I saw his wolf in my mind that was him as well. I'm judging Welfen for Rafe's actions, or maybe Welfen was in control, I don't know anymore. I don't think Welfen's ever going to tell me either. I don't plan on asking him.

I watch Welfen as he sits the tray on the floor, sitting on the side closer to the door before looking up at me with his emerald eyes. I took this as him wanting me to join him on the floor to eat. I climb off the bed and join him on the floor. I felt extremely bad. Welfen didn't say anything as he lifted the tray off of the food revealing two plates of food. You could clearly tell which one was his, his hand the massive piles of meat on it, mine looked like a nicely prepared breakfast plate, he was a mess. I don't mean to say that he prepared his plate, but based on the way he maneuvered around the pill of meat, I would say he did prepare his plate. It didn't necessarily matter, or it wouldn't if his entire plate didn't look like a heart-attack waiting to happen.

I grab my fork and before I dig in, I lower the utensils.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you," I said without looking at Welfen. I could sense his confusion for a moment. I glance up slightly to see him looking at me. God, his emerald eyes. They were truly the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, they reminded me of a flourishing forest, the color of leaves that are the strongest green they will ever be. They remind me of the jewels that people wear to show off how much money they have in comparison to the rest of us. His eyes held a form of pureness that almost everyone I've ever met didn't have.

"You really didn't need to apologize though," Welfen said, scratching the back of his head.

I look up, startled, I hadn't expected him to reply.

"Yeah I do, I snapped at you."

"And? So does everyone else. We're teenagers, legit everything we say is with an attitude."

"Still," I say, still feeling bad.

"I forgive you," Welfen said, looking up and smiling at me. It, for some reason, made me feel really warm inside. It was moments like that, when the warmth filled me, that I questioned whatever connection I had to Welfen, it made me unable to hate him, to truly be mad at him. It was confusing and made me want to ask him about it, but what if he had no idea what it was either?

I started to eat and we ate in silence for a couple of minutes.

"Can," I start, but decide to swallow the food in my mouth first, I don't know if Welfen is one of those people who throw a big fit over talking with your mouth full. "Can I see my brothers today? Or are we going to play the same game as yesterday?" I asked.

Welfen sighed. He set his fork down as he looked at me. "I guess," He said shrugging which made me want to fling my hands into the air, he put on such a fight over this yesterday and now he doesn't give a fudge! I don't think I will ever truly understand this boys motives about things.

"Thank you," I say before digging back into my food, not showing it, but I was truly happy about him allowing me to see my brothers. I'm not going to let him go back on his words, not now.

A smile broke out on my face and I found myself slightly happier than before. If that makes sense.

SPECIAL POEM FROM RAFE

Mate is special,

pretty pretty mate,

Touch mate, 

I kill you.

That was a short poem from Rafe.