A Werewolf'd Past And Present novel Chapter 31

I was scared of that name.

It brought back everything I have been trying so hard to get rid of since I got them.

I sucked in a quick breath before spinning on my heal and sprinting to my puny bathroom and locking myself in there. I sat against the door and brought my knees up to my chest as I tried to push away the memories I so longed to disappear.

"I was disowned because of you!" my young mother said.

I took after her looks, which I wished I didn't. I had her eyes, hair, her everything. I literally was a miniature version of her. My mom was only 25. She had me was she was 18. I was blamed for everything she had done.

"My mate left because of you, because I made one mistake with that piece of shit! Now your brother doesn't have a father!" she screams and points to my drugged dude that was my father. But my mom wasn't done.

"My entire family left me to fend for myself! My father! My mother is dead because of my mate! And they blamed me for her death! He killed my mother, then found out I was pregnant with your brother and promised to stay! I made a mistake and ended up with you and he just left me! You are the reason I have no one! You! You did this to me! Everything! I will never love you! And no one else will ever love you! Not even you," she continue to scream at me.

I was only 7 years old. I believed her every word and didn't understand what she meant by half of it. What was I supposed to do? I was young and learning, and I thought you were supposed to love, care, and listen to each other. So that's what I did.

I did all that until I came to the age of realizing the truth. The cold, hard truth.

I snapped back to the horrible place called reality. Logan was banging on the door and yelling my name, but his voice only sounded like a whisper to the pounding in my ears.

This was just one of to many nightmares coming. I wish I wasn't broken... I wish I could be someone without having nightmares bringing me back into the darkness of my past. I wish Logan didn't have to put up with me. I wish he had a better person to love. There are so many better people in the world and Logan gets stuck with me. Everything is my fault.

"Why? What aren't you telling me?" Logan asks, I wasn't looking at him. I don't think I could take it. His voice sounded hurt, and that just made me feel even more guilty. Before I could say anything he continued.

"Max... You can trust me," he murmured. That's when something snapped and I completely lost any control I had.

"Logan, don't you think the reason I didn't tell you everything was because I couldn't? Because I couldn't bring back the entire dark past I have, bring back the memories of the unspeakable fucked up shit I've done in my life by force? You forget that my upbringing wasn't exactly perfect or great. It was far from it. I don't trust people because they always end up hurt in the end and it's my fault, everything is always my fault. I try, Logan. I'm trying, but I can't help it if I wake up scream and can't talk about it. It's just what happens with me. You truly don't understand exactly how hard I try to forget my past, but I never can because it literally is scared onto my skin!" I yell.

I stop and walk away from him, I needed space, I needed to breathe that wasn't near him because I can't think around him. I never have been able to and now isn't going to be any different.

I lock myself in the bathroom again. It wasn't the "space" I was looking for, but it put a wall between me and Logan. That's what I needed right now. I can't face him. I can't face him as the memories flooded back in as I remembered them.