The Wind Crest Pack

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Chapter Seven: The Half of it All Part Three

“I don’t understand-” I begin but I get cut off.

“I don’t care if you don’t understand. Your my daughter and I get to tell you what to do until you get out of my house.” He says sarcastically as he shrugs.

The back of the house comes back into view, and I see the door open, and the twins run out with their little legs as they race each other toward dad. I stare in shock before jumping to the side, not wanting to get run over by the two little monsters. I watch as they sprint and jump on dad and he dramatically falls to the ground allowing them to play with him and I watch as they play together and wrestle on the ground. My mom walks out with Alec trailing behind her wanting to see what was going on.

“Kids, you're attacking your father,” Mom tells them, giggling.

“I know mom. We have to fight to the death!” Liam screams out as he continues to wrestle with dad.

I watch as my mom's eyes widen and she quickly whips around to Alec, angrily. I hear her yell at him as she starts slapping him and he backs up quickly trying to miss her angry hands as they begin to swat him. I laugh as I begin to head toward the door and head inside, leaving the three wrestlers outside as they continue their little battles.

“I told you to make sure the boys don’t hear anything that game has to say. That’s how violence begins.” My mom angrily tells Alec as she begins to stir whatever she is making.

“Mom, they are going to see those games one day. I didn’t let them see the game; they came in while I was playing the game without telling me they were coming in.” Alec shrugs as he tells her.

I watch as my mother whips around, wooden spoon in hand with wide crazy eyes. I gulp as I watch her glare at him angrily as she begins to slowly walk toward where he sits. I slowly back away from the room not wanting to be any part of it. The bell to the front door rings and I yell out saying I will get it. When I come up to the door, a woman stands there smiling hard. I tilt my head and stare at her uncomfortably.

“Hey, what can I do for you?” I ask her uneasily.

“I need you to come with me,” she replies with no emotion.

“Can I ask why?” I ask her nervously, hoping that dad would come in from the back or mom would bring her angry spoon toward the door.

“I was told to come to get you,” she tells me and still displays no emotion as she gives me this information.

“Who told you?” I question her.

“I was told not to tell you.” She tells me as she crosses her hands in front of her.

“Well, then you can tell whoever told you to come and get me that I would rather them come to see me in person. I don’t know you. I don’t mean to be rude at all, but this is a bit weird, and you seem the type to kidnap. So, please just tell whoever told you to come themselves.” I tell her sincerely, feeling a bit guilty that I assumed she could be a kidnapper.

“I would never Luna!” She exclaims, a flash of hurt passes her eyes as she kneels in front of me.

I stare at her in shock as she begins to ramble on about how she would never put a hand on me or let any harm come to me. She does not just tell me either, she promises my protection. I quickly grab her and try to get her to stand up before anyone sees what she’s doing.

“Please, get up. Please.” I ask her softly.

She nods but does not say anything as I help her up.

“I did not mean to say that. I am sorry that it hurt you. I just don’t know you and you're telling me that some unknown person told you to come to get me. You won’t give me any details. I need those details and I will come with you willingly.” I explain to her gently.

“I was instructed not to tell you. I’m sorry Luna.” She whimpers softly.

“Can you at least tell me where we are going?” I try to get any type of information out of her.

“To the packhouse,” she tells me with no hesitation.

I remember what that was. It was where the little boy had taken me when we almost got eaten by the angry wolf that was attacking him. I nibble on my bottom lip trying to decide if it was ok to leave with the woman that stood in front of me.

“Mia? Who is at the door?” my mother asks concerned.

I turn around to see her looking from the kitchen door.

“It's just a friend!” I inform her quickly before turning back to the woman.

“What’s your name?” I ask her frantically.

“Marley, my lady,” she tells me confused.

“I just told my mother you are a friend. So, just pretend to be someone from my English class?” I ask her.

“Yes, Luna!” she smiles.

I hear someone come up from behind me. I feel a hand on my shoulder and I smile at Marley before turning to mom.

“Mom this is Marley. Marley this is my mom.” I introduce them, smiling.

“Hi, Mrs. Henderson. It’s great to finally meet you! Mia and I have English together and I have been trying to get her to come and hang out with me and she won't give in.” Marley whines.

“That’s my Mia for you.” My mom shakes her head while smiling.

“Mom.” I groan.

“I was asking Mia if she would come and hang out for a little while tonight. I’ll make sure to bring her back myself!” Marley says excitedly.

“Yea she can go. Just make sure she is back at a decent time. I’m counting on you.” My dad says coming from out of nowhere.

I turn around abruptly and stare at him in surprise. He raises his eyebrows at me with a sarcastic smile.

“Yes, Mia. You can go. You need to make yourself a life.” He says dramatically.

“Give me a minute Marley. I’m going to go get my purse and shoes.” I tell her before dashing off to the stairs.

I rush into my room quickly and grab my shoes putting them on before going to the other side of my bed. I grab a black side purse and put it on before throwing my debit card, state ID, and a little thing of pepper spray before heading back out of the room and down the stairs. I see that mom and dad are talking to Marley and before I can stop them from talking the poor woman’s head off I get pulled back.

“Yes?” sighing as I ask Alec.

“Who’s that?” he asks.

“Marley, a girl who sits across from me in English. She hasn’t stopped asking me to hang out for a while so she came to the house instead to see if I would hang out. Dad told me to go. So, if you will excuse me.” I tell him while I whip my hair behind my shoulder and smile at him.

I rush out into the living room where the front door is and quickly get in front of my parents.

“Stop talking her poor head off. She’s safe. Marley let's go.” I say pulling her down the front porch. “Bye, mom. Bye, dad.” I wave to them as I pretty much pull Marley down the driveway with me.

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