chapter 3

Sienna’s POV

Arriving closer to home, my heart starts to race, and my palms are sweaty. My stomach is turning so much I feel like throwing up.

Why do I need to go home!? I’ve had such a good day! I can’t remember the last time my heart had felt so light, so happy and full of love and care.

Walking slowly down the walkway, up the stairs. I take a deep breath before opening the front door and walking in. I always feel like I’m walking on broken glass when I’m home. Can’t I just run away and never come back? Maybe Lucas could help me, or come with me?

What am I even thinking! I can’t let Lucas run away with me. He has so many responsibilities with the whole pack, I can’t do that. I can’t be that selfish and take his good heart and well away from them! Although the thought is appealing, I push it far away in the back of my mind.

I try to be as quiet as I can, knowing she’s home. Wanting to make myself scares’ not to anger her, I head up to my room. At least I tried to.

“Get your fat, ugly face in the kitchen right fucking now!” She yells at me from the kitchen. I’m terrified to go in. I barely made it in the house 5 seconds before she yelled at me. Did…did she already find out I talked to other people?! Does she know about Lucas! I gulp so nervously walking into the kitchen.

“Y-yes m-mama?” I say nervously.

I can’t read her expression. Oh no! When I can’t read her expression, it usually means I did something and I’m really in for it!

What have I done!?

“Sit your ass down, now!”

Doing as she says as fast as I can, I wait. Trembling in fear in my seat. I wait for what I’m sure is another beating. Hasn’t my body taken enough in the last 2 days? 

Please moon Goddess, please, help me. I’ll do anything!

I wait, and wait, for what seems like hours. She finally says something. But it's not at all what I was expecting.

“I’m leaving for 2 weeks, starting tomorrow morning.” I lift my head up so fast I think I sprained my neck. 

She’s leaving?! For 2 weeks!!!?

My surprised expression must have set off something in her, because the next thing I know, I’m yelling in pain, gasping for air. She struck a knife through my hand. The way it burns my flesh, it’s got to be made from silver. Keeping her hand on the handle, she gets up and brings her face to an inch from mine, pointing her index at me.

“I’m gone for 2 weeks you little bitch, but that doesn’t mean it’s a free for all for you, you useless piece of trash! Do I make myself clear?” Trying to keep my breathing steady, I’m wheezing, I whisper my answer.

“Yes mama” Tears are flowing like a waterfall, the pain going through my hand is excruciating! 

Please take it out… take it out, take it out!! Brianna whimpers.

“You are still coming straight home after school, no busy body, and you’re only going out for that stupid job of yours on the weekend. Do you understand, you stupid little piece of shit?” She says, looking at me with fury in her eyes.

“Yes, mama.” Still trying to keep my breathing under control, I whisper again.

“you better!” She finally takes out the knives, making me cry out in pain again.

“Now clean up your fucking mess in here and get the fuck out of my face!”

Not saying anything else, I rush and grab a few paper towels and clean my blood from the table, running to my bedroom as fast as I can as soon as I’m done. I really don’t want her to throw that knife at me. The last thing I need is another scar on my face!

Silently closing my door, I rush to my bathroom and throw up. After a few minutes, I finally stop being sick and sit next to the toilet. Did she really need to put a knife through my hand to make me understand that her standards still stand even when she’s gone? I sob quietly on my bathroom floor for at least 30 minutes. I can hear my wolf whimpering from the pain. Silver always affects her so badly.

I’m so sorry I can’t do anything to protect us. I'm so useless… My mother is right.

Don’t you dare say that! Yes, I’m hurting, but so are you, Sienna! What could we do? She took out that knife so fast. I don’t think there’s anything we could have done to stop her.

You’re right, we never saw that knife coming.

You should get up and take the first aid kit out. Clean your wound and bandages it up.

Finally getting up from the bathroom floor, I grab the first aid kits, cleans my wound as best as I can. I put on some ointment and bandages and lay down on my bed. What a day today was!

I’m sorry I’m not strong enough to protect us both…

You are not at fault! Don’t blame yourself. She uses silver on us, we can’t fight her with that kind of poison in our body.

I know, but I’m still sorry for it…

Trying to relax and forget about the pain searing through my hand. I think of Lucas. My wonderfully charming mate. I hope he doesn’t try to kiss my hand again tomorrow, how am I going to explain this to him, without telling him it was my own mother that did it!?

He kissed the back of my hand like he was prince charming and I was a princess! 

Thinking about everything that happened at school today, with Lucas, and then Amy, it makes me smile. Maybe tomorrow will be better? My mother is leaving! Will I have some peace of mind while she’s away?

A she-wolf can always dream, can she?