This is the same story I have on wattpad beside I changed the title and cover do don't say I copied it because it is my own book.


6. He Talks

Guys please don't hate me, but I thought the last chapter was going to fast, and I was having trouble going off of if, so I wrote this chapter instead. Forget about the last chapter, now you shall read.

"Fuck, I feel like I got hit by a train." I whispered to myself as I rested my elbow down and started rubbing my head, hoping to rid the pain.

When I looked up I saw my room all tidy and the pictures shreds in a pile on my dresser. I could already feel the tears pricking at my eyes as I spotted the smile of my sisters on the first shred.

I slowly reached for the pile and placed them on my lap as I sat Indian style. I brought the pile in front of me and started sorting out which shred went to what picture, but found myself frustrated, making my head pound faster than before. I kept trying harder and harder to sort the pieces into piles, but stopped when I felt like my head was about to explode. My fist balled up as I closed my eyes tightly in pain, frustration, and anger.

"Don't work yourself to hard, the tranquilizer is probably still running through your body." I heard my dad's croaky voice say from the door way.

"You just talked to me." I said with an unbelievable look on my face.

"It's been too long." He said as he took a seat at the end of my bed. I watched as his hands reached out shakily to the piles of pictures and started sorting them.

"That's how they go." He said quietly as he handed them silently to me. I just stared at the shreds and set them to the side.

"Why are you talking to me?" I asked curiously. It wasn't the fact that I didn't want him to talk to me, but I was just so shocked by his change of heart, that it made me question his motives.

"I don't have any rules." He said simply and kept his head low.

"What do you mean by rules?" I questioned with my eyebrows furrowed.

"Your mother set rules." He said as he stood up and surveyed my room.

"Like what?" I questioned further. This was the first time I had ever heard this. I never had rules, so why did my father.

"Like not speaking to you or communicating in general. Don't look her in the eyes for more than 2 seconds, don't touch her, don't stay in a room for more than 1 minute without me, or my permission. Agree to everything I say, and don't speak to me unless spoken to. Don't talk to anyone about what's going on at home, don't look at any woman unless it is a Luna. Never speak of our daughters to me, or the consequences will be substantial. Don't be a father." He said as if he was reciting a poem, like he had heard it a million times.

"So you just listened to her rules? You obeyed them?" I asked with a frustrated look on my face.

"I didn't want her to be mean to you." He said defeated.

"Do you realize what you are saying? She has always been mean and horrible to me. Always looking down on me and undermined me. She always made me feel as if I was nothing, yet you did nothing but sit there and listen to her bullshit!" I yelled with anger piercing my every word.

"I realize now..." He said but I cut him off.

"Don't even try to play the innocent card with me father. You knew what she was doing yet you watched. She was already doing exactly what you were trying to prevent, yet you never stopped to do anything. There were times where I believed that you secretly laughed about it behind my back." I said with frustration lacing my words.

"I would never do that." He defended with wide eyes and a shocked expression.

"Well it sure felt like it with your eyes on my face as I tried to keep in my tears day in through day out. Never once did I get a comforting hug from you after her mean words, or even a look of pity, just blank. It was like a pool of nothingness." I said with my fist clenched tightly.

"Your mother is coming home in an hour." He said with a cold voice, trying to avoid the subject of my hateful words.

"Like I fucking care about that low life bitch." I spitted out.

"You sound just like your mother." He pointed out with a humorless laugh.

I shot out of my bed and got close to his face while I twisted his shirt in my hand. "Don't you ever compare me to her. I have reasons for how I feel, she doesn't. I am her daughter yet she acts like I am the scum between her toes. I have never disrespected someone who didn't deserve it, and the moon goddess as my witness, I will never be like her, act like her, or be near her ever again as long as I have a say in it." I said with venom that no one could ever be matched and release his shirt roughly making his fall back on the bed.

"You could have fooled me." He said as I walked out of the room angrily.

I ran down the stair and fled through the front door. I needed to shift. I needed to release this anger inside me, and there was only on place I could do that.

Here I come woods.

Hey guys, here is the chapter I promised. I know it is short, but I plan on making another chapter later on this week. Comment and vote, which also is a huge motivator for updating, hint hint. Stay tuned for more, love you people!

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