She stepped into the blinding light and made her way to Derek’s truck. As the Chevy came into view she saw him, with someone else. A rather petite, blonde, girl was standing in front of him. Marie felt fire racing to her cheeks as she stepped closer and watched the girl kissed her boyfriend. She stopped cold in her tracks and couldn’t move a muscle. She was irate. She felt like she was falling apart, how could he do this?! The red hot anger blinded her now, instead of the sun, as she swiftly marched over to them. Who ever the hell this bitch was, she was gunna be sorry. She slung her bag on the asphalt and grabbed a hold of the girls shoulder.
“Who th-” the girl tried, but didn’t finish before Marie brought back her arm and slammed her fist into the girl’s eye and smiled when she heard a satisfying crunch when the girl hit the ground.
“Marie! Its not what it looked like, I swear to god!” Derek begged as he weakly grabbed her forearm, completely ignoring the other girl. As he spoke, hot burning tears poured down her cheeks and betrayed how hurt she really was.
“Don’t touch me!” She said accusingly as she yanked her arm away. She took a slow step back and stared deep into his eyes, that were flooded with fear, and let the tears fall, hoping each one hurt him as much as it did her. “How could you Derek?” She whispered, knowing he could hear, as she backed away. She grabbed her bag and took off for the building, but as she walked away, she couldn’t help but notice the smell of something burnt.
She didn’t even bother stepping in the house after she threw her bag in. Instead, she ran for the cover of the woods. She didn’t feel like sitting still and she was worried about what she might do with knives around. She was so mad; she was so heartbroken. Dodging twigs and fallen branches, she ran through the forest, not caring where or how fast she was going, simply that she was going. She jerked to a stop and looked down at her mud caked legs; you couldn’t even see the whites of her converse, what had she run through? She heard a creek up ahead and decided to go wash off. Looking out over the small ribbon of water, she realized she must have wandered onto Hale property. After cleaning herself off she rested against an oak tree and let her self really cry for the first time since she’d walked away from him. She folded her legs up against her, pinning them to her chest. She felt like she couldn’t breathe, like she was choking, but if she let go, she fall to pieces.
She let the tears roll off her cheeks in silence as she gazed into the woods. Nodding off, she had slipped from her position and now laid curled up at the base of the tree. She drifted from awareness as the song of the woods sang her to sleep. She heard something faintly in the distance, the crunch…crunch…crunching of leaves.
She and Derek were laying in a field and the sun beat brightly on them, causing her to sweat. She was cuddled next to him and went to grab his hand. Unexpectedly, he jerked his body away from her and stood up. Marie looked upward to his face, he was so tall, she felt like a child next to him. It was so hot…
“Who are you?!” Derek angrily yelled.
“What are you talking about?” She answered quietly as tears dripped down her face.
“Don’t touch me, I don’t know you.” Derek declared as he backed away. What was happening, how could he say this? She swiped the sweat and tears from her face.
“Der-” She choked out, her voice cracking before she could finish. A fire had started in the field around her and the flames licked at her legs.
Opening her eyes, only to have them assaulted by the sun, she looked around. Her entire body was now lying in a sun patch, by the looks of the sunburn on her arms she’d been there a couple hours, and her cheeks were stiff from dried tears. Lauren was sure to be home by now. Marie looked at her phone and sure enough, three messages from Lauren telling her that if she was going to be with Derek she should at least have the courtesy to tell her. Huh. Derek.
She rolled onto her side and into the shade where her eyes adjusted and focused. She heard a rustling in some leaves across the creek from her and she jerked up. Her eyes found Derek’s as he jumped down from where he had been sitting and made his way over to her.
“Why are you here?” she managed pitifully as he stepped in front of her. She wasn’t strong, not now…He reached down and tenderly grabbed her reluctant hand. Derek guided it up the side of his stomach and her fingers grazed a healed wound, no, healing. She could faintly feel Derek’s body still sewing its self back together from a fairly serious injury that had to have been from earlier today. “What happened to you?”
“A hunter, her name is Kate, found me and decided to give me a little warning. That’s who…” Derek winced as he plopped next to her on the ground. “That’s who you saw. Thankfully you hit her hard enough to knock her out, and give me time to drive away.”
“Well that’s good…” She said, disgruntled.
“It’s only her, and my family doesn’t know. They don’t need to, even if she has more people, they won’t attack a pack as big as my family.” She leaned against the tree again and looked around, little signs of spring sprang from the earth, she love this time of year. Derek’s hand found hers and she let him thread his fingers through her own. She felt like she was watching from outside of her body as he leaned in and kiss her. She opened her mouth and switched sides, only to notice the tiniest hint of Kate’s lip gloss.
She stood up, she could do this, and it wasn’t that hard… She wiggled and danced around the dressing room trying on a pair of pants. She begged them to fit, but no amount of pleading would get them up her thighs. She sighed, why was she even trying, she knew they wouldn’t fit. Wal-Mart pants were notoriously small fitting, but this was ridiculous, she could usually fit in to everyone’s 14s. Stripping them off, she turned around in the mirror and admired her pink and black underwear. Her eyes crept upward to her stomach, her least favorite part of her body. That girl, Kate, was so thin, and she just wasn’t…Her mind flashed back to that image, the image of her kissing him and it burned in her memory. Why couldn’t she lose any weight for him, be someone better, someone as good as him? She put her own pants back on and wiped away a tear that had rolled down her cheek. She walked out of the dressing room and handed the pants to a woman who resembled a crack addict.
“Didn’t work?” The woman droned.
“Nope.”, Marie stated as she turned and walked away. She walked over to the shirts; maybe she’d have better luck. She went over to a rack of cute generic tees, but all that was there were smalls and mediums. The true irony was that she could probably fit in them, if she didn’t have D boobs. Nope, Ds meant XLs only. Having decided just to leave, she walked towards the entrance out to her car. She had gotten her license yesterday and this was her first chance to exploit her new found freedom. She drove around aimlessly; just one of those days she didn’t feel like being at home. Home was the black hole that she was sucked back into each night, and currently she wanted nothing to do with it. She decided to go get ice cream.
She was about to pull into the parking lot but noticed something weird about the building. When she got closer she realized it was dark and empty on the inside. The sign out front no longer glowed and there was a small sheet of paper in the window that read ‘closed’. Marie walked up to the large windows and cupped her hands around her face to pear inside.
“Excuse me.”, said a husky voice. She jumped and turned around. “Do you need something?” asked a good sized man probably in his twenties with a large box in his arms. She couldn’t help but stare into his bright blue eyes that contrasted wonderfully with his dark curly hair. He had an uncanny resemblance to her cousin, Sam, and her mood sobered. He had died five Septembers ago, on his way to New York, in one of the planes that rocked the nation. He was only 14, and he was more then just her cousin. They had been raised together and lived down the street from each other, he was her brother. The guy smiled a crooked smile and stuck out his hand. “I’m Max, do you need something?”
“Wh- What happened, to the lady that owns this place?” She said, snapping out of her memories.
“Oh, she passed, she was pretty old. My dad knew her and he’s helping clear this place out, she was actually in a lot of debt, we’re supposed to sell this stuff.” He explained. Max walked away over to a truck she hadn’t noticed until now. She stood there, watching as men carried away someone’s life, someone’s history. One box came out full of personal things. The wind picked up and blew a couple loose pictures off the top, scattering them like roaches. She bent down and picked one up, bringing to her face. It was the woman, only she was younger, in her twenties maybe. She was standing in front of the ice cream place holding hands with, and kissing, a broad shouldered man who vaguely resembled Derek.
“Josh shut up.” He commanded as he grabbed his shoes from the floor.
“Are you really going over there? What if you get caught by her mom? What if you get caught by your mom?” Josh pestered.
“I’m a freakin werewolf, I wont get caught.” he taunted his friend as he swung one leg out of his window.
“I am not any part of this.” Josh said walking to the other side of the room with his hands raised. Derek let go of the edge of the window sill and fell to the ground. He lifted his hoodie over his head as he jogged off and the fog settled. He stood in front of her window, looking into his own vibrant blue eyes, and rapped on the glass. Marie slid open the window. He swung his leg in her room and the rest of him followed. He laid on the bed behind her and pulled her up against him.
“Hey pretty lady.” He whispered into her ear.
“Hi…” she replied softly
He ran his hands along her waist, letting them memorize her figure. The rain had picked up and was loud against the window and the moon dimly lit her room. Marie turned over and kissed him softly as he wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed her to him. He moved on top of her and let gravity bring them together. Marie pulled away and he looked down into her green/blue eyes.
“I love you.” She breathed into the air. He knew he loved her too, even though he hadn’t thought about it, he thought he knew all along. “You love me too, don’t you?” Marie asked as she touched his face. He smiled and kissed her nose.
“Yes, I love you.” He ran his hand up her shirt and lifted it off her slowly, sweetly savoring the moment. He looked down at Marie, noting her gentle grin. He kissed her softly as his fingertips roamed. He slowly stripped the barriers away from them both and made love to her. It was different this time, gentle and melodic. Their bodies moved gracefully to an unheard rhythm. Marie gripped his shoulders from behind, clinging to him, and let out a satisfying sigh. By the time he realized he should have already turned he didn’t care anymore. He came and she followed, he cupped Marie’s face in his hands and kissed her softly. “I love you.” He whispered, a finality ringing through his voice, and seeping into his bones. “I love you.”
sorry its so short, sorry it took so long.