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It had been a struggle to regain control of my emotions. I couldn't help but long and miss Elias. No matter what situation or where I was, I couldn't stop my mind from wandering to him. It didn't help with my mom avoiding me like the plague. I would see her face but she would either say good morning and offer breakfast. But that wasn't enough when she walked out to tend to pack duties. It had been a few days since the rogue incident and it had been difficult managing to hold myself up.
A knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts. I glanced up to the woman herself, trying to cover my surprise.
"Hey," she says.
"Hey," I said, surprised she was even here at my doorway.
"I noticed you've been in your room for a while. I- I thought you were avoiding me." She said uneasily. The truth is, we were avoiding each other. Ever since our last conversation, I held it to myself to just accept her words and move on. I gritted my teeth, irritated.
I shifted uncomfortably, my fists clenching. "That's what you wanted right? To keep me locked up inside?"
Emily frowned, her eyes softening. "I'm sorry if you feel that way but it's for-"
"My safety, I get it." I clenched my jaw.
She sighs deeply. "I thought we could have some sort of understanding when you came here. But it seems all I do is make you angry."
I shot my eyes to hers, frowning. "No, mom...all you do is shut me out."
Her brows raise. "How am I shutting you out?" She asked.
I scoffed. "You barely make conversation with me. It's obvious we don't agree with each other about my wellbeing. I just don't understand why I'm being treated like a fragile piece of glass. I should be involved, I already am!"
Emily's eyes widened. "We're trying to keep you safe, Aurelia. You almost died! If someone didn't get to you in time, you would have been dead! You're not getting involved, you're not apart of this and you need to accept that. You're not a-"
"what? I'm not a wolf?" I inquire. Emily shuts her mouth. Tears formed in my eyes. "That's just it! Do you ever consider to how that makes me feel?" She looks to me guilty. "I have always ran from danger all my life, I have never felt safe! When I was held in that brothel, I watched horrid things happen, things I never wanted to see. All I could do was sit in fear and take in everything but when I was taken for Elias, I was relieved because watching girls being killed and used in ways I've never seen, it terrified me. Made me feel even more weak because I couldn't fight for myself or those innocent girls. Now that Johnathon is out there to get me, killing innocent people one by one, I feel just as vulnerable as I did in that brothel. I can't do- I-I feel weak and-" I bursted into tears and choked out a sob when I felt my mother's arms wrap around me. A part of me wanted to push her away but I couldn't find the strength in me to do so.
