Always (Wolves of Mercy Falls fanfiction)

Chapter 16

Sam's POV:

Thud.

Thud, thud.

Thud, thud, thud.

My heart was slamming in my chest. It was ultra fast and still picking up speed. I couldn't even separate the heart beats to count them. I was burning red.

Whenever I thought about seeing them again, I thought how I would forgive them. Or at least try to forgive them. But there was no way that was going to happen. Not tonight. I just needed to be angry for a while. I needed to be a blistering red.

I was aware of the fact that I was being really rude and I was snapping but I really couldn't care less. It's like I had no control over what came out of my mouth, I didn't have time to think before something jumped out, needing a way to escape.

I looked at Grace, needing to be calmed. I tried to breath deeply and began counting the beats of my heart.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

"Why don't you stay for dinner? That would be a start." Grace offered, staying completely composed.

I knew it was the right thing to do but I didn't know if I could last, being in a room with them for the entire night.

I heard my mother thanking Grace for her offer to let them stay for dinner.

"It's fine." I said sharply.

Grace told them that we were 'Going Out', blushing as she said it. God, she was beautiful. Although, I really didn't think 'Going Out' were the right words to explain our relationship.

She suddenly turned to me with wide, panicked eyes. "The baby, do we tell them?"

I considered for a moment before remembering her parents, "We can tell them tonight, when we tell your parents." I replied in a whisper.

Grace mumbled something under her breath but I didn't catch it or the rest of the conversation she had engaged in with my parents because I had lost myself in thoughts again. I honestly felt like I was going to explode, I had felt so many emotions already since we had left the book shop. It was going to be a hard evening, that was what I was thinking before my parents, who were supposed to be in jail, showed up at my house.

I was freaking out about telling Grace's parents about the baby, also nervous about telling my parents about the baby and scared of the questions having my parents back will bring - from them, from me, from Grace, from Grace's parents and anyone else who had anything to do with my life such as Cole and Isabel, who didn't know yet.

I managed to un-fog my brain in time to hear the knock on the front door and see Grace leave the kitchen and rush down the hall leaving me stranded in the kitchen with the people who tried to murder me. It was such a great situation.

"Sam." My father stated my name with no emotion in him voice. He didn't say anything else, either. Just my name.

I backed up against the kitchen counter and leaned on it for support, I really didn't want to be in the same room as them, so I figured a bit if distance between us was necessary.

"Sam, we're sorry." My mother said, genuine regret in her voice. Although she'd been the one who had come up with the idea to kill me, she'd always been the kinder of the two of them. My father had always been harsh, the one in charge of discipline, making sure I would grow up right. Not that I remembered a lot of them. My family was Grace and Beck and Paul and the rest of my pack, not them.

I couldn't help but wonder what my life might have been life with them as my family instead though, in an alternate universe where I was never infected with wolf, where Beck never bit me.

I thought about how they never would have gone to jail and I would have normal birthdays with my friends from school, and, maybe, I played sport and had never written a song in my life. I thought about how many times I'd caught myself wishing I could've been normal in my childhood. Wishing the pain of the change would go away. Wishing I had my Mum and Dad back.

Those thoughts ran through my mind for several seconds before the other part of my brain kicked in and reminded me of all the things I wouldn't have without Beck and the wolves. I thought about the family I have at the moment and how it's way better than having my parents could ever have been. I thought about how I never would have been brought up the way I was and how I never could've become who I am without everyone who has become part of my life because I was infected. I thought about Grace. I wouldn't have her. I couldn't imagine my life without Grace and the baby that's on it's way at the moment. I wouldn't have Cole. That was a thought. As annoying as he could be, I'd grown to love him too.

I was brought out of my thoughts by seeing Grace and her parents standing in the kitchen doorway.

"Hello, you must be Grace's parents." My mother said.

"Yes. And you must be Sam's parents." Amy said, her voice reserved. Grace had told her about how they had tried to kill me, that was obviously what she was thinking about now.

"That would be right." My father said blandly.

"Mum, Dad. Sam's parents are staying for dinner with us tonight. I hope you don't mind." Grace said lightly, but you could hear the slight tone underneath it saying 'You don't have any choice about this, so be good' and it made me crack a slight smirk, I felt the corners of my mouth lifting for the first time this evening, I had been smiling and laughing with Grace in the book shop at lunch but it felt like I hadn't smiled in years because of the anger, confusion and coldness I'd been feeling toward my parents.

I pushed myself of the kitchen counter and moved myself to the other side of the room, needing to be near her again. I griped her hand and twined my fingers with hers.

We would get thought tonight with each other.

***

"Uh, so, Grace and I have something to say to all of you. And, it's kind of important." I said weakly. You could easily heard the nerves in my voice.

"Yeah. If you could all listen up and give us time to explain, then that would be great. Please don't interrupt and Dad, Mum, no yelling inside." Grace, said calmly, backing me up.

"Okay," Lewis said suspiciously. "This isn't something we're going to like, is it?"

"Well, that's up to you," I replied. "You can choose whether you see the good or the bad side. We're hoping you see the pluses because this is definitely a good thing and we're not going to change our minds, whether you support us or not."

"Okay, fine. Just tell us." Amy said, speaking up for the first time since I had said Grace and I had announced we had something to say.

I heard Grace take an extremely large breath before blurting, "I'm pregnant."

There were severally seconds of tense silence as her words sunk in.

One...

Two...

Three..

Four...

I started counting my heartbeats again.

Suddenly Grace's Father shot out of his chair and took three large steps toward me. I saw his arm being raised and registered his hand curling into a fist.

I may deserve this, I thought as his fist connected with my cheek.

A/N

Sorry about the wait! What's it been, a month? It was my fault! Don't blame Maddie!!!

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