She Knows Your Secrets

Chapter Ten - Loosing Control 

RONNY’S POV

Much to my mother’s disappointment – crazy old woman – I came home early from my date. She lectured me about the fact that I wasn’t pregnant and that I hadn’t told her about my date earlier in the week so she could “prepare”.

My father had done tests on her – without her knowledge – when they first met to see if she was crazy. I still think he lied when he said she passed. That woman is defiantly loony.

It’s been almost two weeks since my date with Hunter. I’ve been trying to avoid him and his dogs and it’s hard. Do you know how hard it is to hide from a bunch of werewolves while going to the same school as them, pretending to be normal? On top of that, I’ve been trying to get my mom transferred to another company so we can move. I can’t stay here but I also can’t leave my family. I promised my dad I’d take care of them and I will, even if it kills me.

I’ve been teaching Aurora how to drive my car for emergency situations and she’s pretty good at it. She only knows the basics but that’s enough to get her out of harm’s way faster.

Ro and I have started a daily routine – I take her to and from school, we come home and do our homework, we train for an hour, we eat dinner, then we spend the rest of the night with our mom.

I drove home with Aurora on my bike earlier today. I saw we were being followed so I sped up and took the long way home. I lost the tail and gave Aurora the night off. Sure, Ro and I could practice nonstop with our abilities but she’s still only a kid, I don’t want to work her too hard.

It was midnight. I had my leather jacket on along with my skinny jeans and boots. My long hair was up in a messy bun. My twin swords were strapped to my back and one was on my hip. I had a few daggers strapped to my ankles and my wrists in case of a surprise attack. I was going to the clearing and I didn’t want to be unprepared for any run-ins with sudden danger.

I needed to blow off some steam. Ever since I came home two weeks ago I’ve been mad and frustrated as hell. I snap at every little thing and my emotions are started to become unbearable. It’s only a matter of time before I snap… again.

I jumped down the tree and snuck through the woods. I was in my clearing in record time. My emotional state was heightening my speed and agility. I could feel it trying to take control. I had to try and hang on, at least until I was calm enough.

I placed my extra sword on the ground and pulled out my daggers from under my clothing. I took one in my hand and went over to the cliff that loomed over the clearing. I stabbed my knife into the cliff and started drawing a target. Once I was finished I walked a good twenty yards away and took my stance.

One thing I’ve learned was how to throw a dagger. It always helped me with my frustration. I could always run around, hit my targets and burn off my emotions. I’ve never let my emotions get the better of me. I’ve always been able to control it. But today… it controlled me.

I threw the first dagger – the second, the third, the forth, the fifth. With everyone I threw, I could feel the emotions rising. I felt heavy, angry, mad, depressed, frustrated, sad… alone.

“He was supposed to be here for me,” I chanted to myself. “I wasn’t supposed to face them alone.”

Tears were falling endlessly down my cheeks. I could barely see, yet I hit the target every time. I was on autopilot as I kept throwing my daggers and pulling them out of the cliff then returning back to my stance to throw them again.

“I shouldn’t have to live like this, looking over my shoulder every two seconds for danger!” I said, anger clothing every single word.

I threw the daggers one by one with all my might. There was still one in my hands but I fell to my knees before I could throw it at the rocky cliff.

The anger and the pain were hitting me all at once. There were so many emotions I’d bottled up over the years. There were so many secrets I’d kept from my family. There was so much danger in my life. It was becoming too much.

I gazed up at the sky and yelled at it to the top of my lungs, not caring who heard, “Is this what you wanted?! Is this why you left?! I can’t live like this! I shouldn’t have to be like this, I’m just a child! You left me here to take care of everything! You left me!”