Silenced

XXXVI| Answers

I happily started eating my juicy burger, some of the greasy dripping out of it.

A soft sigh came from my old teacher, causing me to look up at him.

"Did you black out when you nearly killed those boys?" He questioned softly.

My hand twitched a little, causing me to dig my nails into the burger. That's why he wanted to do this alone...

"Yeah..." I muttered. "But I held myself back... Barely." I grumbled that last word, looking away from him.

The older male gave another sigh.

"I take it, you do that every once in a while." I nodded some. "How come... How come your father," malice was dripping from that word, "hasn't noticed your constant disappearances?"

I shook my head.

"I could be abducted by aliens, or kidnapped and sold on the black market for all he cares." I growled. "The only person he ever cared about other than himself, was Crystal. She was his favorite... Even against my Mom, she was his favorite..." I shook my head, roughly biting into the meat.

We sat in silence for a bit, just the sound of nature and us eating.

"Has your mother ever told you stories of werewolves?"

I stopped, midway through chewing my food. I then look up to him.

He held this unreadable look... Yet, something sent shivers down my spine.

"How'd you know that?" I gulped a bit, my gut tightening again, this time not in a fun laughable way.

His hazel eyes shifted to the right, before looking back to me.

"When you left the Manor, I was immediately notified... So me and the others went back home and looked for you." He paused, his nose wrinkling in a way that told me he wasn't so certain he wanted to continue. "We found you all in a clearing, retelling old stories. Stories that only certain people knew... Stories your sister hadn't heard before."

I sighed as he stopped talking. He was probably waiting for me to explain why.

"Mom..." I winced and looked down. "Mom was the only person I could depend on when I was little... Before I met my friends..." I glanced up at him, before looking down again. "We all were being abused in one way or another... So, Mom took us all as her children... She was the one who called us her Pack..." I placed the burger down, no longer hungry. "After a while, she started telling us those stories... It was always in that clearing, that clearing was where we could be safe from the world... From the true monsters that lived in it..."

I bit my bottom lip. My eyes were stinging a bit and my throat felt like it was closing up... It was painful...

Ashton moved from his seat, quickly walking around the table.

I took a small breath, trying to calm myself down. Then, I felt him... Hug me.

"I can't understand your pain, but I want to help you... I really do." He murmured softly. "I want to make you feel happy and safe again..."

I closed my eyes tight, sniffling softly. God, I hated crying...

He just responded by tightening his hug, gently pressing his head into mine.

"It'll be alright..." He whispered. "I'll keep you safe..."

I took a deep breath, leaning back into his chest. I hope he's right... I really do...