Full Moon Curse (by Dream) novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88

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It’s been two weeks since my breakdown on the mountain. I’ve felt a little bit better about things after I cried everything out. I didn’t realize how bad I needed that. I’ve been trying to keep my anger under lock, because it keeps showing up randomly, and I never want a repeat of what happened that night. I never want to feel that pain again, and Alpha John said we shouldn’t let my wolf out just in case.

All my friends and I are heading back from a trip to the creek. We’re all laughing because it rained yesterday and Cole decided to start a mud fight, so we are all covered in mud from head to toe. We head to the front door, and I glance across the street without thinking, and see my house. My brain instantly starts thinking about the what ifs and could have beens. I’m so tired of everybody being worried about me though, so I try and hide my thoughts.

I know my mom and Liam’s parents were just trying to protect me, but that thought doesn’t help with my anger. If Liam’s dad is right, I’m practically feeding off my wolf’s anger, making it magnify. I swear Liam and Dallas can sense when it’s happening. They both grab one of my hands and lead me inside. They take me up to Liam’s room and wrap his blanket around me, and just hold me until I calm down.

Once I calm down, we go down to living room and I stare out the window looking at my old house. The place with so many amazing memories. So, much love and friendship. But also, pain, loss, and lies. So many lies told over the years. I hate that house; it holds nothing for me. I will hold the memories, but I want that house gone.

Liam wraps his arm around me and pulls me away from the window looking down at me, “Are you okay?” He asks worried. Which for some reason pisses me off. I roll my eyes, “I’m fine.” I pull away from him and make my way to the kitchen to join everybody. I can feel him watching me, as I laugh at my friends’ jokes, that I’m not even listening to. My mind is set on one thing right now.

Later that night, I pretend to fall asleep, wrapped up in Liam’s arms. He must fall for it, because five minutes later he’s breathing evenly next to me. I wait a little longer, then slowly release myself from his arms. He must be tired, because he doesn’t move. I place my shirt next to him, so he gets my scent even though I’m not here.

I quickly make my way across the street and head to the backyard to the shed. I find what I’m looking for and head to my house determined.

I stand at the front door, just looking at the doorknob, trying to think over what I’m about to do. Then, the images of that night flash through my mind. I turn the knob and walk in slowly. I can feel my breathing come faster as I look around.

It smells like bleach, someone’s clearly come in and cleaned up the mess. It used to smell like apple cinnamon, no matter the time of year because it was my mom’s favorite scent. She’d say that every season is apple cinnamon season, and I’d always make fun of her. But that smell made it home, and now that smell is gone, Trampled over with tragedy and bleach. This isn’t my home, not anymore.

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