I glance up at my mom. Her long blonde hair cascades around her shoulders and her beautiful lavendereyes twinkle with sadness. "Momma?" I ask. "Why are you leaving?"She reaches out a shaking hand to touch my cheek. The hand feels warm. "I can't tell you that,sweetheart. Just that I will miss you." Her eyes shimmer and I see tears pooling up inside."When will I see you again?" I press. She sighs and pulls her hand away from my face."I don't know. But I have to go." She kneels down in front of me and takes both of my hands in hers. "Ireally will miss you. I love you so, so much, Ethan." My mom pulls me into a tight hug and I sink into it. I stilldidn't understand what was happening. Then again, I was just a seven year old."I love you too, Momma." I whisper into her ear.All of a sudden a hard hand grips my wrist and pulls me away from my mom. "Lemme go!" I screamand kick. It was my dad."C'mon. We're leaving." I don't move. He grips my hand even tighter and bends down like he was goingto whisper in my ear. "NOW!" He roars in my ear and I flinch.My mom reaches towards me. "Damstin," she pleaded with my dad, her quiet eyes begging."You're leaving us. Not the other way around, you idiot," he scoffs. His fingers are twitching, and he'sshaking with anger."Momma?" I ask her, "What does he mean?" I look up into her eyes and her tears spill. Streaks streamdown her cheeks."It's-," she starts. Dad interrupts."None of your concern," he barks. I don't even flinch."Momma." I keep begging. "Momma!" Dad picks me up and squeezes me tight, shaking me."Stop it! Behave yourself." I'm kicking and kicking. Tears are freely falling now, and I'm screaming."LEMME GO! Momma!" Dad drags me away and teleports back home. Then he spins me around andslaps me."Enough of that! You embarrassed me and you're lucky that I still took you home." My eyesight feelsfuzzy from the slap and I just make out the outline of the looming tower in front of us that is our home and thestinging on my wrist before my vision blacks out and I fall to the ground.[ Hehehehehehe >:) ]My mind jumps back into reality and I realize Luna's waiting for an answer. "Yeah. Everything's okay.I..." I was going to say that I was thinking about my mom, but realized that probably wasn't what Luna neededto hear right now. "I gotta go. I'll see ya." I pull my hand out of her grip and regretfully back away away fromher.Luna looks into my eyes, confusion shown on her face. I can't stand that face. It makes me want to tellher everything I'm keeping from her, everything in the world. I look down."Wait-," she starts. She knows me to well. I look up at her torn and fearful face and swiftly glance at herbeautiful blue eyes, the ones from my dreams. Then I snap my fingers and I vision the isolated creepy towerthat unfortunately is my home.A soft breeze picks me up and I appear in front of the dreaded place, my hopes shattering. This househas the effect on people to do that. When people first see the house, I look into their expressions and it'sevident that they think this place is a torture chamber with ghosts haunting it. The tower is that scary.It has stone stairs leading up to a sleek black door, with lanterns on either side. The tower goes up asfar as the eye can see, and there are mini square window panes on the walls, which you can just faintly makeout. Faint candlelight flickers in through a couple of the windows, which at least makes the place feel amillionth of a percent cozier. There is a giant concrete wall, painted black of course, surrounding the entireproperty, with a metal gate, three times the height of me. The tower is situated on a rocky desert terrain, andif you stepped outside of the wall, there'd be no civilization in sight.My father walks out of the front door in long strides with a straight, cold expression. His blonde hair isslicked back, and his dark purple eyes has a cold, stormy look. "Where were you." He asks me in more thana statement than a question."I was with my friends." I never give him a long answer. He doesn't deserve any detailed explanations.Sighing, he walked back into the house, and I curse at him under my breath. Then I follow him, roughlystomping my feet on the stairs to make as much noise as possible. He hates noise. I run up the stairs to myroom and slam the door. I can hear him grunt and I feel a burst of satisfaction.My room is plain but messy. The messiness upsets my dad, and I'll do anything to upset my dad. Thedark blue bed against the wall has clothes all over it, and my desk in the corner is covered in drawings. Youcan barely navigate through all the piles of junk on the floor. The door to my bathroom and closet is wideopen, and from here you can see the closet. My clothes are just dumped onto the floor, and nothing was on the hangers. The bathroom is the only place I keep clean, because I NEED my hair products. I can't losethem.I sink onto my bed, burying my face into my hands. Then, the tears I've been holding for a long time
finally spill. I'm sobbing so hard I'm shaking, and my hands become sticky and gross. My hands are barelymuffling my cries, but enough for my dad not to hear.I'm wishing for many things. I wish my mom was back. That I could be in her arms again, her ruffling myhair like I was a sweet little teddy bear. I wish my dad was better, that he wouldn't make it known to me everysingle day that he didn't want a son and he didn't want me. I wish I had happy parents, parents who actuallycare about me. My mom obviously didn't care if she left me so abruptly. And... I wish I had Luna. She's just...so perfect. She's the only one who does care about me. And I've never cared about someone else more.I just... I'm crying because I wish my life was better. Like my life was one of those movies, with happyever endings. With a perfect family and the love of their life. But I know I'll never get something like that. I'mtoo messed up. I don't deserve a happily ever after.[ I'm crying T-T ... I'm sorry guys ... I promise it'll get better! ]Luna-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-(Recap):I look down to the slip of paper in my hand, and read what it says. It has a phone number on it. Of course!This is what Asher gave me before I left with Ethan. I quickly pull out my phone that the humans gave mewhen I agreed to work with them. I dial the number and it rings three times before it picks up."Hello?" There's a staticky pause. "It's about time, Luna."-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-"Asher?" I ask skeptically. I don't recognize this voice."If you want to talk to Asher, he's in the next room. But don't flirt. He's my boyfriend." The voice saidsmugly. I can faintly make out a feminism quality in the voice now, and I slumped."Oh. I'm sorry to bother you..." I realized something. "How do you know my name?" I almost let out anaudible gasp."Honey, everyone knows your name here. 'The Lykanian traitor' is all everyone's talking about." Shereplies, and I can hear a smirk in her voice.How... how do they know me? I thought humans didn't know about Lykanians. I thought we were secret.Wait- I decided to work with the humans, I remember now. I told them everything about Lykanians, becausethey threatened me. I'm such a traitor, like the girl said. The thought almost makes me break down into tears,and I clear my throat a couple times before I speak again.My voice still wavers a little, but I try to sound solid. "But how did you know it was me calling?"She barked a laugh, and it sounded sweet and soft, definitely not how someone obviously so evil shouldsound. "I knew my boyfriend could get you to fall in love with him, so I asked him to find you. He wassuccessful, and he gave you the number to my phone. No one has called me in the last 2 years, so I knew itwas you."My hands started shaking. Was I that predicable? Was it that easy for someone to make me dosomething? "Why did you give me your number?" I ask, my voice faltering.She laughed again. "We... need you to do something. And you're gonna come to this location that I giveyou, or there will be..." She snorted, "issues."I had half a mind to say no. And I was about to, but then the word "issues" came back into my mind. Iknow what she's talking about. They'll hurt everyone I care about, and force me to cooperate.I could faintly hear ringing in my ears, growing louder and louder, making my head feel faint. I'mshivering, shaking so violently it's visible from far away, and not because I feel cold. The metal bench I'msitting on is digging into my back, like sharp little spikes that erupted from the surface. Everything's hurting inmy body, but my heart is hurting the most.(*Cringe*) I honestly have half a mind to stop writing this story...