Rejecting the Rejected

Rejecting the Rejected: Chapter 3

It was on the news channel, and for some reason I felt compelled to watch it, which was unusual considering that I wouldn’t be caught dead watching the news.

A news woman appeared on the screen with a sullen look on her face.

“Sixteen year old Melody Grey was found in the woods murdered last night. She was to believed to have been running away from something, what from? We don’t know. The police are saying that it was some type of animal attack form the scratch marks on her face. Both of her ankles were broken and her ribs were cracked.”

I gasped as the picture of Melody showed on the screen. That was the same exact girl from my dream. They even described her death the same as my dream! I didn’t even know this girl and I dreamed about her exact death. I have officially gone crazy.

I woke up the next morning on the couch with a stiff neck. The aspirin hadn’t helped much because my head was still pounding, just not as hard.

The TV was still on. I fumbled with the remote until I switched it off. Why was I even down here?

The memories of last night’s dream crashed around me. I shook my head trying to get rid of the picture of the big wolf, but for some reason it was forever burned in the back of my head.

I grabbed the water and set it into the sink. The clock read six thirty. That means I barely got any sleep. At that thought I yawned rather loudly.

“Good morning sleeping- ah!” My dad jumped back from my appearance.

I frowned at him. Did I really look that bad?

 He must have seen the look on my face. “It’s good to know I’m not the only one who didn’t get much sleep.”

I sighed and leaned against the counter. “I just couldn’t go to sleep last night. I kept having weird dreams.” My dad frowned when I said the last part. I shook my head. “Anyways why were you out so late last night?”

My dad got a panicked look on his face. “I-“ Before he could answer the front door opened and Charlene walked into the kitchen.

“Hello my-“ She gasped at my appearance.

I let out a huff and threw my hands up in the air. “Oh, come on! Do I really look that bad?”

My dad and Charlene both nodded. “I just woke up, give me a break.” I looked over at Charlene with suspicion. “Why are you here so early?”

She grinned deviously. “I just wanted dot show your stupid mate what he is missing out on.”

My stomach churned uncomfortably at the mention of him. My eyes watered and I felt my wolf howl in sorrow.

My dad looked at me surprised and then angry. “You found your mate? Who is he? Is he treating you right? Why didn’t you tell me? When do I get to meet him so I can have a talk with this boy?”

I smiled sadly at him. “Yeah, I found out this weekend. And about meeting him, I don’t think that will happen anytime soon.” I whispered as a tear dripped down off my face.

“What do you mean?”

“He rejected me.” I said barely over a whisper, but because of our super heightened senses I know he heard.

A mixture of sadness and anger washed over his face. “Tell me who it is so I can rip his head off.” He growled.

I sighed and wiped the tears off my face. “This is why I didn’t tell you. Plus, I’m fine.” I said the last part quieter.

My dad shook his head and pulled me into a hug. “When I find out who this punk is he will be far from fine by any standards.” I hugged him back and tried not to cry. Charlene came and hugged both my dad and I.

“Now you see why I am trying to make him regret his decision Uncle Sam?” Charlene said pulling out of the hug. Uncle Sam was always her nickname for my dad. His real name is George, but she always said that he reminded her of Uncle Sam from those posters.

My dad laughed humorously. “He should have known form the minute he saw her.” I could tell he was doing everything he could not to change into his wolf form. His eyes were nearly black and he was shaking.

I squeezed my dad’s hand. His black eyes faded back to their original brown color and he stopped shaking.

“Now come on girl! Let’s show everyone what you have got!” Charlene yelled as she dragged me up the stairs and into my room.

After an hour of scrubbing, waxing and other bodily functions, Charlene was finally done with me. She wolf whistled. “Damn. If we weren’t related and I didn’t have a boyfriend, honey, I wouldn’t mind tapping that.” She winked.

I rolled my eyes. “No offense, but I don’t think even you would be able to work a miracle.”

She smirked and turned around my chair. I nearly fell out of it when I saw my appearance.

She had softly curled my hair so that it came down to my shoulders. She put a thin layer of black eye liner and some clear mascara to make my boring brown eyes pop. No sign of glasses were to be found. I used the contacts I had yesterday.

She had managed to scrub off all of the tear stains and she had waxed my eyebrows which still stung. Thanks to this special lotion she had brought along with her entire cosmetics bag, the redness was gone.

I was wearing a sweater that went to mid-thigh and some black leggings paired with black boots with heels on it. Overall, I looked pretty good, and I actually liked this look too.

Charlene saw my expression and danced around while throwing her hands up in the air. “I am a complete genius!”

I grinned. “Yes you are. Thank you so much!”

She winked. “That is what I am here to do.”

When I walked down stairs, my dad’s eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets. He choked on his coffee. I looked at him worriedly but he just held his hand up signaling he was fine. He chuckled and shook his head. “That boy has no idea what he is going to have to deal with.”

I smiled at him and was about to open the door when my dad called me from behind. “Kim!” I turned my head and looked at him. He grinned evilly. “Give him hell.”

I know this seems like a boring chapter, but the dream in the beginning was an important factor. HINT HINT! Ayways I just wanted to thank everyone for all of your support. I am already on the werewolf and fantasy charts!