Supernatural Secret

CHAPTER 18.2

"And what does Richard Collins – the author of the book 'Secrets of Werewolves' - have to do with this?" I had seen the book on Dad's bookshelf. I was curious about the hidden meaning behind it, and since I was getting all my answers today, I might as well ask about this too.

I could see the hesitation on Dad's face, but he decided to tell me the truth anyway, "Richard Collins is my great-grandfather; he researched werewolves. He was friends with Mark's Dad. When he found out he was a werewolf, he decided to tell the whole world about it, but he could not release his book and he was killed in the process. So I have the only original copy of his book in the world."

That book must have some useful information for me. I will have to read it as soon as possible.

"I want that book, so please give it to me once I am fully recovered," I said, still not confident enough to look Dad in the eyes. He was a traitor who had lied to me.

Things have started to make sense in my life. I was in no mood to meet my Mom now. Maybe she could have told me this story herself. It became even more difficult for me to stay in the hospital room as I needed to be alone. I hated when people lied to me.

 And now, I know that my own dad (or fake dad) lied to take care of me. Mom was not even a human and ran away because she was scared to tell me the truth. That is the only reason I could think of, for her leaving Dad and me ten years ago.

I put both my legs on the ground beside the bed. I tried to keep a firm grip and used all my strength to get up. After two days of lying in bed, my body was weak. But it is better to try and get out than suffer here in this room.

"Anna, where are you going? You need to rest," Dad said, as he got up to help me. I ignored him. 

After a few minutes, I managed to get up with little support. I kept the IV attached to my hand, and I took the support of the IV rod to walk since my left foot was still wrapped up. I did not even try to put on slippers since I knew it would be an impossible task. I walked slowly and tried to open the door. Dad tried to help me, but I shook his hands off whenever he touched me. He got the message and did not come in my way again. I was stubborn by nature.

 When things did not go my way, I would run. If I stayed with him a minute longer my temper would rise, and I will say things I will regret later on. So I decided to take a walk to cool off.

It took me five minutes just to walk to the door and open it. Tears were still falling down my face. They were out of control. I did not even try to wipe them anymore. 

I stepped out of the room to see Susan – she was sitting on a bench, lost in her own thoughts. Knowing my best friend, she must have rushed to the hospital when she found out about my accident. She was wearing her home-clothes under a furry jacket to provide some protection against the cold. 

I was not ready to speak to her yet, so I decided to just walk past her without closing the door behind me. I could not walk fast enough to avoid her gaze, and just as I took two steps forward, she noticed me.

Susan stood up from her seat, taken aback. She called out to me, "Anna, are you fine now?" I could barely hear her voice – it was as if she was whispering. Her lips looked very dry; she must not have had any water for a while. Her swollen eyes and messy long hair proved that she had stayed up all night. When will my dad learn to help those who are helping us? As I looked at her now, I was desperate to tell her everything. I have been hiding so much from her, that I don't even know where to start. 

But all I could do was pass by her before more tears flowed out my eyes. I could not even muster up the courage to reply to her.

I walked as fast as my legs would allow. I just did not want to be near anyone right now. Susan blocked my way and opened both her arms to block the path I was heading towards. I could not even look at her anymore, so I just kept staring down at my injured leg.