HOLA, COMO ESTAS!! Idk how you say it, but anyways. I finally finished the next chappie!! haha I want to give a special shout out to gigitorres25!! you made me feel all warm and fuzzies on the inside with your pure determination!! haha, i loves you alls and thanks for the many comments and votes!! let's move on with the next chap, shall we?!?!?
I had always loved the beach. It was so calm, so serene and a perfect place to think. Although, my type of beach was different. I fell in love with those types of beaches where no one comes because the rocks are to rocky, the sun never shines, and it never gets warmer than thirty degrees. These beaches offer me time to relax and think; they allow me to sit on their high cliffs and watch as waves violently crash against the rock below. The clouds are thick and black, promising rain and lightning; perfect, that would help my thinking process even more. I loved this beach compared to others. I would take this over a hot, noisy and busy patch of sand. Plus, it saved me from seeing the occasional guy in a speedo that really shouldn’t even be on a beach, let alone in a swimming suit.
So there I sat, my arms wrapped around my knees as I stared out at the dooming clouds. This was my favorite place in the world and would always be. I sighed and rested my chin on my knees. The only sound was the crashing waves, the squawk of some birds and the swaying of heavy trees behind me. I was totally at peace and finally letting all my worries out while I could. My life had become such a drama in just one day and it had left me clinging to my sanity with both hands. I squinted as the wind picked up, blowing my hair into my face, but I didn’t care. This was why I had come; to not care about anything. I heard someone approaching behind me but didn’t turn. I knew who it was, I could sense them. I knew he was never going to leave me alone, as much as I tried.
“Clarity.” Tristen spoke up from behind me but I still didn’t turn. I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. I heard him sigh heavily and he sat down next to me, draping his long arms over his knees. “You shouldn’t be out here on your own.” He scolded lightly. I still didn’t look over at him, now glaring at the ominous clouds. Stupid him, coming out here and disrupting my peace. Why on earth did he think I was here? To get away from him, obviously; well, actually to get away from everyone. I wanted space and time to think, which he wasn’t giving me. It was silent for a few minutes. “Are you going to talk to me?” he finally asked in agitation.
I shrugged, still fighting against the urge to look at him. I was so confused by my feelings. Why do I want to look at him, be held in his arms? He was a monster; and I’m not saying that because he was a werewolf. The fact that he was willing to sacrifice thirteen lives just for me infuriated and disgusted me. I didn’t really care about my life when others were about to die. Even if I didn’t know them, I knew they didn’t deserve to die for me.
He suddenly growled, startling me. I finally looked over at him, eyes wide. He was looking behind us, tensing up. I followed his gaze, only to find nothing. “Tristen?” I asked. He didn’t answer and just continued to glare at something. He rose fluidly and crossed his arms. I heard a twig snap and looked behind us once again. I gasped as a huge, pure white wolf stepped of the trees.
I gasped, my eyes flying open. I quickly sat up, taking in my surroundings. Oh, my… I was in my room! Mine, the one I had at home. That’s when I remembered dad and David finding me. I quickly jumped out of bed, only to sway slightly and sit back down. Okay, let’s take a deep breath, shall we? Once I could walk again, without falling flat on my face of course, I carefully walked over to the door. Opening it slowly, voices immediately reached my ears. I could easily pick up my mothers, fathers and brothers voice but there was another. It was slightly muffled and it made it hard to tell who it was.
|Evan Rachel Wood||as Clarity|