Eli and I put on our helmets and are ready to leave till I hear the coach calling for me. I take off my helmet and look at him.
"Yes, coach?" the coach walks near me and Eli takes off his helmet.
"About the lacrosse team" I stare at him. "You're still captain" I softly smile.
"Thank you, coach".
"But do better next year" I chuckle.
"Sure thing, coach" he nods and walks inside again.
Eli and I put on our helmets again and I drove us back home. As we arrived I saw a piece of paper on the ground. I take it and read it. It's from my psychiatrist.
"Everything's alright?" Eli asks me.
"Oh yeah. Umm ... I gotta call someone".
"I'll be in my room" I nod and he walks inside and downstairs. I walk inside and go straight to the kitchen and call him.
"Hello, Yn".
"Hey".
"Good news. You can go back to Dr. Alex".
"Really? That's amazing".
"Yeah. You're way better".
"Thank you so much. For everything".
"Bye, Yn".
"Bye" we hung up the phone and I smiled. Finally.
"How and so happy?" I hear Eli saying as he entered and went straight to the fridge.
"Umm ... " I look at him. "I'm going back to my psychologist" he turns around and looks at me confused. "I'm somehow better and my psychiatrist sent me back to my psychologist".
"Oh. That's nice then".
"Yeah".
"Why were you on a psychiatrist?" he asks as he grabs the milk.
"Because ... I tried to kill myself multiple times" he grabs a glass for the milk.
"Want?" he points to the milk.
"No. I'm lactose intolerant".
"Okay" he puts the milk back to fridge and sits down.
"You took it so calmly" I say confused. He shrugs his shoulders.
"An old friend of mine was usually hurting himself. I never had the need to ask why. That would only make everything worse. Am I right?".
"Yeah. It's the worst".
"That doesn't mean that I don't care and I don't worry" I softly smile. "I just prefer to stay close with those people. Keep my eyes on them" I chuckle.
"Good choice" he smiles at me. "How do you drink that shit, dude?" he laughs.
"It's not that bad, you know".
"I don't even remember its taste. Okay? I hate it".
"Not my fault" we softly laugh. "Try it".
"Back off. Ew" he laughs.
"Hey".
"It's disgusting".
"No it's not".
"Yes it is. Fuck that shit".
"Whatever".
"What should I cook?" I say as I stand up.
"Will we live to eat or we will burn alive?".
"Shut up. I know how to cook".
"For sure".
"What do you want, asshole? Tell me".
"I don't know. Anything".
"Anything for me is toast".
"Toast is as good" I smiled.
"Do you want pasta or eggs?".
"Pasta I guess".
"Pasta it is then" I put the water to boil.
"Yn?".
"What?" I say as I sit down.
"Can you teach me how to shift and how to fight?" I look at him.
"You sure about that?".
"Yeah. I mean ... You taught Liam how to fight and he's great. I could maybe learn".
"Sure. I could help" he smiles.
"Great".
"But try not to be scared though. Before you were ready to shit your pants".
"Hey".
"Not my fault".
"Neither mine. You did that out of nowhere" I turned my eyes to red.
"Can you take it?".
"Umm ... "
"You better can or I won't be able to teach you".
"I'll try" I turn my eyes back to normal.
"Remember that before those eyes is your ... Aunt?".
"Aunt? Ew. No" I chuckle.
"I don't even know what you are to me. My cousin's child is my cousin?".
"Yeah. Cousins".
"That sounds better".
"Absolutely" the water boiled and I put the pasta in.
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Hale Daughter
WerewolfYn Hale is the daughter of Peter Hale. A 17 years old girl. Human. How is this possible? I don't know. She should be a werewolf since the day the she was born but she isn't. She got lost in the fire. Her cousin, Derek Hale, is at the town waiting fo...
