You are Mine,Only Mine novel Chapter 11

I sat there, silently. I was ready to punch something, anything. Weston Marshall was stupid. He was selfish, egoistical and a player. He was busy making out with Karen, the head cheerleader, the whole entire day. Not to mention, they almost got it on in Mr. McCarthy's class. I had them for every of my classes and I shivered in disgust every time I saw them. He had a girl friend and he had no right to tell any boy for that matter to stay away. I hated him being a jerk to me. I hated myself for wanting him to be nice to me. Most importantly, I hated how he affected me the most and all he did was hurt me.

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"Aunt Feli, I'm home!" I yelled when I opened the door to my house. My mom ended up going on a business trip this morning and I was slightly disappointed she was gone already just when I arrived. However, I knew this was going to happen sooner or later.

"Oh, welcome home dear," Aunt Feli appeared at the top of the stair case, smiling down at me. "I made you some corn bread for your afternoon snack. How was your first day?"

I thought of the events that happened today and only one word came to mind. "Eventful," I replied. My back started to ache and I winced. Turns out the pain in my shoulder reached my back too. "Aunt Feli, I really do want to try your corn bread, but my back is aching. Do we have more Epson Salt?"

"Gosh dear. I'm fifty three and you're experiencing back pains before me?" She chuckled. "I'll get you some. It's in the shed at the back of the house." She started turning away from her previous work and started heading downstairs.

"Wait, Aunt Feli. I could get it," I said and she froze on one of the steps.

"You sure, hon?" She asked, worry filling her voice.

But, of course, bad luck was attracted to me. My breath hitched when I saw a huge gray wolf emerge from the trees. However, it was too big to be a wolf and a little too small to be a bear. And it certainly did not look like a bear. Call me crazy, but the thing looked a lot like a werewolf.

I was shaking in fear as the gray wolf neared me slowly. It was taking a step at a time, like it was trying not to frighten me. Too late, I thought and I started to run towards my house. The wolf growled and I heard it running after me. I screamed for help, but no one could've heard me. Not even Aunt Feli. She was probably washing clothes and humming some old tune, not even realizing that I was going to die soon.

I turned to look back to see if the wolf was gaining up on me. Didn't I learn from scary movies never to look back? Fate seemed to hate me at the moment as I tripped on a rock and fell. I felt the tears stream down my face. I was awaiting death to take me already. In a matter of seconds, the wolf had me pinned to the ground. It's weight was suffocating me. I was so tiny compared to this beast. I screamed when I felt it's teeth sink into my shoulder. The pain was excruciating and I felt the tears stream down my face faster.

Before the darkness engulfed me, I looked up to see deep blue eyes staring back at me. Where have I seen those before? I asked myself. However, before I could answer that question, I was already pulled into the pitch black.