Sorry, Did you say werewolf?

Chapter 2 *edited*

Maria POV:

A sharp pain in my shoulder once again pulled me from my thoughts.

"Maria are you even listening to me?!" Rio yelled angrily at me. I just shrugged.

"I was saying you need to learn to be more responsible for yourself!" He dragged me roughly by the arm through the kitchen and into the backyard.

Wait the backyard... I know where this goes. He continued to drag me till we reached the underground cellar and my death.

This isn't the first time I've been here either, I've been here many many times. He hates me. You know- wants to get rid of me, and would probably do anything to do so. And I feel the same way about him.

It's a hatred so deep, nothing can escape it. All the things I've been through cause of him, the pain I've endured. Its enough to make a girl go mad!

Why not leave you, might ask...

Only god knows how much I wish I could. But like i've always told myself, revenge is sweeter with candy and pure unadulterated hatred.

When we finally reached the back of the cellar, I was shoved into a room I know all to well. It was cold and damp, yet more comforting then he was. There was no windows, no vents, no heaters, and no bed. Just concrete and darkness. But I mean- there was a thin blanket laid out on the ground.

Wouldn't want me to freeze to death now would we? Oh no, that would be to merciful. I was going to starve.

I heard him chuckle to himself as he walked to the cellar door. "I hope you die sister"

I couldn't help but laugh at this as I said back to him, "same to you brother" My voice came out sickly sweet, but there was enough venom in that one word to kill 10 men.

He didn't say anything, instead we just stared at each other, mirroring the image of disgust both of us had plastered to our face. He looked away first and slammed the door shut, leaving me alone in complete darkness. It didn't bother me, not even a little. Being alone was what I was used to. I preferred the comfort the darknedd provided, it was like the family I never had.

I knew it was going to be a long two weeks down here in my 'room', but what could I do except wait and plan. Plan for his death of course. He was doing the same thing for me, he always was. But only time could tell which of our plans would be successful.

Alone and in silence, i sat there. Waiting, staring at the walls, until minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days, and days turned Into weeks. Or- what I assumed was weeks. There wasn't anyway to tell time without a clock or a shred of sunlight. But by the second week, I was still alive.

It wasn't easy. Im surprised I made it. I knew humans could go at least 3 weeks without food, but water, that was the challenge. The only liquid that I could find was the dew dripping down the sides of the walls or forming in the corners. Im not sure what it was, but it got me through the days and that's all that matters.

I heard loud footsteps approaching and the soft clicking of the cellar locks being unlatched, but as the door opened, I was to week to look at who it was. I shut my eyes and waited for who I assumed was my brother, but that's when I heard yelling. The voice was to deep to be my brother and sounded far to concerned to be one of his goons. The door to the cellar made a loud creak as whoever has entered, has opened the old door as far as it could go, and it was accompanied by more footsteps and yelling.

As the person came closer I saw it was someone in a police uniform, and when the saw me they whispered something into a radio. What were they saying? I probably looked awful. My hair was greasy and unbrushed, I was still in my pjs from 2 weeks ago, and I was dirty... so very dirty.

They came over to me and asked me my name but I couldn't answer. I needed water. My throat was sore and my head was throbbing as little black dots speckled my vision. I heard voices in the back of my head until it was silent and my eyes closed, and then the familiar darkness consumed me once again.

When I woke up again an unfamiliar sight greeted me. I wasn't in the cellar, I wasn't at home, and I wasn't anywhere I wanted to be. I looked around the plain white room with nothing on the walls but a Tv, there was a a window to my left and a vase with flowers in the corner. I was laying on an elevated bed and there was an annoying buzzing circulating the room. I instantly knew where I was. The fact that IVs where in my arms was a dead give away as well.

I was in a hospital.

My breathing became heavy and my heart raced in my chest. I hated hospitals. The monitor on the machine started making a weird noise and a nurse quickly appeared in the room out of no where.

"Miss, stay calm. It's ok, your safe" She said in a soothing voice. Stay calm, how was I supposed to stay calm?! I was in a place that made people into monsters! Or- well- that's what it did on Tv..

"Can u tell me your name?" She tried again when I my breathing didn't slow. "Do you remember how you got here?" She gave me a reassuring look that said 'it's ok' but I knew it wasn't, I knew something was up. So instead I just shook my head.

She just nodded and smiled. "The doctor will be here shortly." And with that she left. I waited a few minutes, looking around the room for any possible way to get out. But all there was was that window, which I assume is pretty high, and the door in the center.

A couple minutes after I gave up, a man in a white coat came into my room holding up a clipboard, which I assumed had things about my health on it. "The nurse said you dont remember anything about who you were or how you got here?" It was more a statement then a question.

"Well, let me tell you what happened last week and see if that jogs your memory" Last week? I've been out for a whole week? I needed to get back to school! Spring break was long over by now!

He continued to tell me about Rio and how he had a party with a bunch of drunks, they had gotten the police called on them and the whole property was searched for anyone who was trying to hide or who had gotten drunk and could still wondering around.

In the search they had found the cellar and while looking they had stumbled upon a girl. They brought this girl out of the cellar but before they could question her, she passed out.

Obviously, That girl was me.

Damn it Rio.