Acacia's Wolf

1 - The Truth

Chapter 1 - The Truth

*Acacia's P.O.V*

“Mum, Dad, I have something I want to tell you. I have been thinking a lot lately, and I have come to a decision… No that’s horrible!” I huffed in frustration. I was currently pacing back and forth in my room, trying to think of the best way to tell my parents I wanted to be a vegetarian.

“Mum, Dad, I would really like your support in my decision to become a vegetarian.” No that won’t do either. “Arrgh!” This was hopeless!

My parents, I know, would never approve of this. They overreact to just about everything, and it really pisses me off. The past few months, trying to eat meat has become such a challenge for me, I can barely stand the smell of it as it is, let alone eat it. I’m not sure what triggered the change in me, I’m not one of those people who adore animals and are all protest-y with killing farm animals but… I have been noticing other changes similar to this that, again, I’m not quite sure of the reason. For example, I never used to believe in God, or anything for that matter. I was one of those kids that laughed ‘silly little things’ like that off. Sure, I respected anyone who did believe or follow certain lifestyles but I for one didn’t really care to, maybe because my family isn’t religious is also a big impact on that too.

But like I said, lately, I have been thinking about all the things that I believe and do, based on what my parents have raised me to believe and think. I used be just like them, I didn’t have any say in my own opinions or I didn’t develop my own voice on what I thought I believed in.

I wanted to do something that isn’t in the footsteps of my parents. Don’t get me wrong here, I love them and I am extremely grateful for the life they have given me but… I think it’s time for me to make my own pathways, and follow them. And I guess becoming a vegetarian is just one of those things.

Not to mention that I have started to open up to the whole Christianity thing too. And you know what? I like it. It has opened up my whole way of thinking, feeling and also the way I see people. It makes me happy, and I feel more confident in what I do, the choices I make and who I am as a person. I don’t ‘follow’ the bible or anything, hell I haven’t even read it apart from in bible studies at school two years ago.

I am blabbering, I’m sorry. Back to the point at hand…

“Mum, Dad, I was thin-” I was cut off by a knock on my door.

“Acacia, sweetie? Can I come in?” My Mum, Alina spoke through a small crack in the door.

“Yeah sure.” I replied. She wandered in, her long white skirt flowing around her ankles. Her top was a light purple, which also hung loose around her athletic frame. My mother was a gym junkie, she liked to be tough and she normally wears shorts or jeans with nice tops that show off all that work. But at home she loved to feel feminine and dress all… well, that. Which I liked.

Her bangles clinked when she shut my door, and walked to where i was now seated on my bed.

“Your father is going to be home soon with your brother, and I was wondering if you wanted to help me make dinner.” She smiled at me, her ageless face crinkling ever so slightly with smile lines. For a woman of 34 she sure didn’t show any signs of wear. But then again neither did my dad. Jealous. My brother had turned 18 two weeks ago, and dad took him on a father/son bonding trip to Europe for a present.

Again, Jealous.

But I was told that mum would do the same with me once I turn 18, and I was looking forward to it so much.

“Um, yeah, sure.” I shrugged. Please don’t have meat, please don’t have meat, please do-

“Okay, well I was thinking of a nice pasta salad, with barbequed steaks and some roast potatoes. Can you do the steaks? I’m horrible at it, I always make the meat too tough.” She laughed.