Invisible (Re-writing)

Chapter 10

Sitting at the kitchen table, I was glad the basement was sound proof.

After a few seconds of seeing the change, I couldn’t take it anymore and ran back into the house. On my own, I found the bathroom and emptied my stomach.

Though, it was all stomach acid and burned like a bitch.

But even with the cup of water Mrs. Valentine gave me, it didn’t help. Manly because I was shaking so much, I couldn’t even pick up the cup. David and Sterling were quite; they hadn’t said one word sense we left the basement.

I didn’t blame them; I hadn’t either.

Those two across from me, Mama was only my right and Rosabella was on my left. Mr. and Mrs. Valentine were by the counter, just staring over at us. Waiting for something. Opening my mouth, I decided to start small.

“W-why aren’t you three c-chained up?” Damn, just specking hurt my throat and made me lose any courage I was hoping to have. I kept my head down, just tightening my grip on Mama’s hand when Rosabella answered.

“We’re Lycans. They’re Werewolves.” I licked my dried lips, wanting to ask, but at the same time, not.

“What’s the difference?” I squeezed Mama’s hand in thanks. This time, Mrs. Valentine spoke.

“We have control of our wolf; they do not.” Okay, so, it was a control factor. I glanced up at David and Sterling; blank faces. It was weird. I was expecting their input. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I had been wondering about this for a while, so here goes nothing.

“The whole ‘mate’ thing. . .” I began, pausing when I felt Rosabella take in a deep breath. Ignoring it, I continued. “Please tell me we’re talking about the Australian term.” From Mr. Valentine’s deep chuckle, I knew any hope was gone.

“No,” he started, “and I think you know what it means.” My heart was racing; I was shocked I didn’t have a heart attack.

“How does the mate thing work?” My head shot up to look at David. He was looking at Mr. Valentine, his knuckles white from gripping his cup too hard. Mr. Valentine crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back, crossing his ankles.

“Mates for a Werewolf are already chosen for us; have been sense birth.” He began. “Two halves of a whole; soul mates, pretty much.” I took a few deep breaths; one of my biggest fears just came true. I leaned back in my seat, staring at Mr. Valentine through my hair.

“I-I’m Nicolas’ mate, a-aren’t I?” His shifty eyes told me everything. Silence filled the room and only then did I think about what Allison told me. “What if a werewolf is reject-“

Three growls filled the kitchen.

“Tell me, Angelina,” Mrs. Valentine began, her eyes going from a soft brown to a bright golden, “do you think it’s possible to die of a broken heart?” Mama squeezed my hand, standing in her chair. Before she could speak, I did.

“Is that what would happen? Nicolas would die if I rejected him?” Rosabella nodded and I bit the inside of my cheek. His life was in my hands. My heart dropped and I had to hold back tears. Mama ran her fingers threw my hair as I wrapped my arms around her waist.

“So,” Mama said anger in her voice, “my daughter has no choice about who she wants to be with?”

“She has a choice-“ Mr. Valentine began but was cut off by both David and Sterling.

“Not really.” I stood up, holding onto the table; my legs felt like they were going to give out any minute. “Your son will die if I reject him.” I repeated to them. “I don’t have a choice. This whole ‘soul mate’ thing of yours is pretty much telling me, ‘It’s either Nicolas or no one’. Because, I’m guessing here, I would never feel love for anyone, right? I could never give myself to someone.” Rosabella shifted in her seat while Mr. and Mrs. Valentine sighed.