Moon picked mates

chapter 57

Alisha POV

Being the good daughter I am, at least most of the time, I did as I was told sort of. I really just wanted to hide my head under the covers and wish this whole mess away, but that wasn't going to happen.   The "rest" I was ordered to do ended up me just lying on the bed staring at the ceiling contemplating my life's choices up to this point again. Something that I have been doing  a lot recently, still no magic answer was found as to the why me question. My pity party ended when a soft knock sounded on my locked door. 

"Time to get up sweetie, I will be back in an hour to help do your hair. I have the cutest outfit for you to wear too." I could tell she was excited and I half wondered what kind of cute outfit she had picked out. Her definition of cute and mine were totally on opposite sides of the country. I chuckled to myself  as I thought of some of the outfits my sister and I were forced to wear growing up. I have never been the frilly girl but knew how to put an outfit together . I was more of a tom boy then anything loving anything comfortable when at home. Betsi on the other hand always copied my actions, wearing whatever I put together for her.  It wasn't easy with some of the clothes Mom gave us but I made it work.  I never fought it then and I won't now, that one battle I would never win.  I just adapted around it.

"OK , I'm getting in the shower now. " I called back out to her without even getting off the bed or opening the door. I knew she could hear me  , now that I think back on it, growing up Mom always knew what my sister and I talked about behind our closed bedroom door.  I used to think there was a hidden  mike somewhere in our bedroom but now I know it's her enhanced hearing from her wolf part. Another mystery solved from childhood.

I heard her footsteps as she moved away from my door, they were soft and light.  Giving my self one more moment to pull it together , failing that I got up anyway. I do not want my Mom to drag me out of bed  or worse yet have Dad do it.  

I have to admit that showering and washing my hair did make me feel better, there is something about getting cleaned up to lift your spirits.  By the time Mom came back to my room, I had dried my hair and was ready for her.   Sitting in a robe I had found in one of the cabinets, every room I had been in so far had clothes of all styles and sizes stashed in the huge closets.  The bathroom were stocked too with everything you could possibly need and a few things I wasn't sure of their purpose. I had even shaved my  hairy legs , I've noticed that since my wolf was released  that my body hair seems to grow faster.  Not like all over body, but my legs and underarms mainly. I think I sweat more too but not so much as stinky body odor but moisture on my skin. Maybe it's my imagination but  it's still something I'm going to have to ask Mom about .

I had unlocked the door  to my room once I was ready and stretched out on the bed once again as I waited for her. This time just letting my mind go blank , not as tough as you think  to do. But mentally I was exhausted and this was how I reset myself when stressed. Taking deep easy breathes and thinking of soft white clouds framed on a background of blue skies .  I closed my eyes as they drifted across the sky filling my mind, my body relaxed and tension lifted. I used to do this as sort of a power nap type of exercise when stressed by my studies. A girl in my dorm taught it to me, she was a psychology major and one of her instructors taught it to her students. It really works too.  I didn't even know Mom was in my room until a soft hand touched my arm.

"Are you ready sweetie?" her voice was soft and I opened my eyes. Her face was right above mine and I could see the concern on it.

"I was just relaxing until you got here, I'm ready. " I smile up at her and move slowly up to the side of the bed as I regain my sense of space. "All washed, shaved and dried. "

"Come over to the vanity then and I'll do your hair. I have makeup with me too . "  I hadn't even noticed the vanity against the far wall earlier, but now there was a large bag sitting on it. Mom moved over to her bag pulling out a hot iron and plugging it in. I watched as she laid out some makeup and hair stuff.  I didn't see the outfit she had for me anywhere in the room.I'm sure she'll produce it when I'm ready to put it on.