Sweet Dreaming: Book 4

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Twenty Five

I had no idea what the time was, my phone was currently dead and it was late. Not a clock to be seen. Finding myself wound up at some hostel for the night, needing to get away from the house. Not wanting to see Caleb or listen to him shout at me.

At ten o’clock I find my way home, not realising how far I had actually travelled. Crossing all the way over into the next town, my mind wandered and I walked endlessly. My brain numb from most emotions but I attempted to clear my mind.

Approaching our front door and jamming my keys into the lock, twisting it and walking in. Not expecting Caleb and Evan to be sat at the table, neither of them saying a word.

The sound of the door opening alerts them and Evan jumps up instantly, his eyes looking heavy and tired. “Oh my love you’re home,” he cries as he runs towards me. “Gosh we were so worried.”

He grips onto my shoulder and pulls me into him. “God, you frightened the hell out of us.” He curses as he grips me tighter.

I didn’t really have much to say, Evan would always be the one who cared the most about me. Watching as Caleb pushes himself from the kitchen table and takes a slow stroll over to us, not wanting to include him in our hug.

Eventually Evan pulls away and holds my face. “Are you okay?” He rushes. “Are you hurt?”

I shake my head and move my body away from him. “No I’m fine, I just needed some time away.”

Evan purses his lips and nods towards me, knowing deep down he wanted to ask a million questions but he purposely doesn’t. “Okay,” he settles for. “Just as long as you’re okay.”

“Well no I’m not really okay,” I mumble.

“I know there are some things we need to discuss as a family,” Evan tries again, his voice soft but I shake my head.

“What is there to discuss?” I say bluntly as I turn my attention to Caleb. “You don’t even want me so what’s the point.”

Caleb’s eyes fall, they looked even worse than Evan’s and I’m glad they did. He deserves to be feeling like shit right now after what he said and how he reacted to me.

“That’s not true,” Evan shakes his head.

“Why are you speaking for him?” I breathe out as I look between my fathers eyes. “It shouldn’t be you who has to explain his faults.”

Evan blinks back at me, not sure what to say now.

“She’s right,” Caleb pitches in as he walks over to us, his arms folded across his chest. “I need to figure this out and settle everything. Not you.”

Evan sighs and nods, stepping away so that Caleb and I are now facing each other.

“Myla I’m sorry,” Caleb hangs his head slightly, his eyes glassing over like he was ashamed. “What I said was wrong and unacceptable and I completely understand if you don’t forgive me. I don’t even think I can forgive myself.”

I wanted to believe him but I just couldn’t, I didn’t understand how someone could act so cruelly to someone else. He’s meant to be my dad but yet acts like I’ve ruined his family by being in it.

“Maybe, just maybe I should have died in that fire.” I say harshly, earning a gasp from Evan as he shakes his head but I’m not looking at him. My eyes stay firmly on Caleb’s who listens to me, his facial expressions fallen. “Would that have made you feel better knowing that I wasn’t alive?”

“Myla, don’t say that.” Evan’s voice wobbles.

“I’ve never been good enough for you and I don’t know what else I can do to make you love me like I was your own child.”

“I do love you Myla,” Caleb tells me, his voice low to the ground.

“If you loved me you wouldn’t have said what you did.” My arms fold across my chest, not giving into him. “Maybe if I was your child or dads you would actually accept me instead of constantly taking your anger out on me.”

Caleb’s mouth opens but shuts again after a few moments, I knew he wouldn’t have anything to say back to his. What he said, he meant it.

“I’ve done nothing to you to make you hate me this much, I know we have our problems and our arguments but I’d never say that I hated you or didn’t love you. I’m pretty sure most families have disagreements but they work it out because they love each other.” My throat becomes dry, my voice slightly crackling.

“And I’m sorry that I’m not the person you wanted.”

Caleb looks up to the ceiling and shakes his head continuously. “You are Myla,” he tells me. “I’m just going through stupid shit in my head and I don’t know why I thought it would be acceptable to take it out on you when it’s not okay. What I said isn’t okay, I don’t even know why I said it. It wasn’t how I felt, what I was saying was extreme and none of it is how I really feel.”

He struggles to look at me and I know he’s having a severe mental battle inside of his mind, a shield of disappointment over his face. “I don’t deserve you Myla, I am the worst father to ever grace this Earth.”

Evan looks between us, tears never leaving his eyes. I hated seeing him like this knowing how sensitive he was and two of the closest people to him are arguing right in front of his eyes. It would be hard for anyone to watch.

“I lied when I said you’ve made our lives harder. Sure you’ve put us in some annoying situations and you chat back to me like you’ve got the mouth of a sailor. But everything we’ve been through has added flavour into our lives, no two days will ever be the same and really? I love that. Never knowing what we are going to get with our slightly dysfunctional family.”

I sigh and avert my gaze away from him. “I think I’m just struggling with the bond inside me, knowing that me and your father couldn’t have kids. But that shouldn’t make a difference, when we first saw you in care. Your face was like thunder and you stomped around like you owned the yard, we were instantly drawn towards you.” Caleb smiles softly, reminiscing back.

“We liked the attitude because I knew that meant you would grow up to be a strong wielded female who wouldn’t take shit from anyone. And I remember how much your dad said that you would be a handful for first time parents but I was adamant that you were the one, you looked so innocent but had the personality of a lion.” Caleb clutches his arms over his chest, his thumb rubbing against the fabric on his bicep.

My eyes turn to Evan who was smiling along with Caleb’s details. “But at the same time I couldn’t imagine my life without you now. When you left I felt guilty realising what I had done, pushed you away. And I know saying sorry isn’t going to make it better but I want you to know that I am so sorry for treating you like anything that isn’t my daughter because you are. I wouldn’t change you for the world. I’m just a bad person, I always ruin everything and now I’m petrified that I’ve ruined our relationship forever.”

I suck in a breath and a tear falls from my eye, almost instantly pushing it away like it never happened. But Caleb notices and his eyes widen, he’s never seen me cry. Hell, no one has ever seen me cry.

“Like I said, I don’t expect you to forgive me but I just wanted you to know how I truly feel about you.”

The air turns silent and all three of us look between each other, even my glistening eyes catching them both off guard.

“Well thank you for enlighten me,” I say shortly, wiping my eyes for anymore tears. “But right now I think I just need space from this whole situation, if you’re sincere as you say you are then okay but I’m not going to go back to normal in the next few days.”

Caleb nods and closes his eyes for a few moments. “I know Myla, I completely understand.”

Evan steps forward to wrap his arms around my shoulder, his lips fallen. “We’re still going to be here for you honey, whatever you need. If you don’t want to speak to us for a few weeks, fine. Do what you need to feel comfortable again.”

“You didn’t do anything dad,” I whisper to him, shaking my head. “You’ve always had my back and I want to thank you for it.”

His eyes crinkle at the sides at my words, his hand beginning to rub up and down my back soothingly. “I’ll always have your back,” he tells me softly.

“I’m gonna go to bed,” I say quietly, Evan nodding back at me.

“Okay, goodnight my love.”

“Goodnight,” my lips curve into a half smile.

Taking a step away from Evan and walking past Caleb, our eyes catching for a split second. “Goodnight,” he whispers down to me and I nod once. Taking myself up the stairs silently, neither of them saying anything from behind me.

I didn’t want to accept my feelings or try and convince myself to forgive Caleb because he came up with a two minute heartfelt speech about adopting me. The aching feeling in my heart telling me that I’m not good enough and just a menace to society.

But I stop and think, if they never adopted me, where would I be now? There is no guarantee that I would have been adopted by anyone else, I knew how much of a troublesome child I was. I could easily have spent the rest of my life in care, between foster homes and then when I turned eighteen was chucked out on the streets and turned to drugs.

Realistically I could be in prison or dead right now but I’m not, instead I’ve been brought up by two very different people but I still felt loved during this time. We have grown a bond, it might not be their magical bond but it’s something. They’re the closest thing to family I will ever understand and maybe I needed to be more grateful for that, they really did drag me out of a dark place in my life. Gave me a chance when I could have torn their lives apart but they taught me how to fit into society and how to be a normal child, I couldn’t take that away from them.

“Myla,” Jake’s voice snaps me back into the room as I watch him emerge from his room, finding his way over to me. “God you scared the crap out of me, I was worried about you.”

I shrug simply. “I just needed to get away,” I mumble but before I get a chance to finish my sentence Jake has already wrapped my arms around me and pulled me into him.

Sighing out into his chest, his deep scent from his hoodie swarming me. Wrapping my arms around his back and melting into his touch. “Everything feels so fucked,” I mumble into him.

Jake instantly shakes his head, resting his chin on the tip of forehead. “It’ll be okay,” he says calmingly. “I know the house is a bit of a warzone right now. But we will get through it.”

Pulling back from him, his hands slipping down my arms as he observes me. “I’ve just been thinking about stuff,” I say as I press my fingers between the bridge of my nose.

“About what?”

“That I am getting in the way of your future,” I say eventually.

Jake’s dark eyes narrow at me, dropping his hands from my arms. “Why are you sounding exactly like your dad?”

“Because I am not a werewolf, aren’t werewolves meant to get with other werewolves?” My voice cracks slightly, my tongue running along my lip quickly.

He stares back at me, his jaw clenching in the process. “So what, this is just it?” He responds harshly, his tone raspy.

“I don’t know Jake,” I say feeling helpless, my head looking up to the ceiling. “I have no idea what’s going on between us but what I know is that I’m no match for your world, how could a human and a werewolf be together?”

“So what you’ve just decided this for me?” He recoils like I’ve slapped him.

My eyes slip slightly, looking at him hurt too much. “No I haven’t,” I shake my head.

“Well it sounds like you have,” he snaps back harshly.

“I’m sorry,” my voice drops quickly.

“So everything we’ve gone through is a lie?”

My eyes shoot wide at his question. “What?”

“Between us, it’s been a lie.”

“No,” I stand my ground. “No it hasn’t, I’ve enjoyed myself with you these last couple months more than any other point in my life.”

“Then why are you doing this?”

“Because I feel selfish, like I’m taking a part of you away. I listened to your dad, what he was saying. It might tear you apart, it might do more harm than good in the long run and I don’t want to see you destroyed.”

“You’re being selfish by doing this.” Jake’s eyebrows furrow even deeper, his face looking distressed. “I don’t give a shit what my dad says yet you’re here trying to take his side?”

My stomach churns at the sight, I never wanted to hurt him. I never wanted to hurt anyone but somewhere deep down in my heart it felt wrong, what if I pulled him back from being the best version of himself because we are so different?

“I’m sorry Jake, I jus—” my throat begins to close up and before I know it I shut my mouth and push my way into my room, shutting the door behind me.

Wanting that weight on my shoulders to disappear but instead it doubles, feeling like I’ve made the worst decision ever. I didn’t want to ruin Jake’s life by being in it but it hurt more than I could imagine.

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