Twisted Fate

I sat on my bed in shock. How could this have happened? How long had Eddy been stringing me along? He had been distant for a couple of weeks. Even his normally high sex drive had been almost completely diminished. Did the whole pack know? I put my head in my hands. If the whole pack knew, then how was I ever going to show my face again? Of course they'd side with Eddy. He was actually a part of their pack. I was just a human. It didn't matter that I had grown up around these people. Pack was pack. I was human and therefore unable to become pack. When the door to my room opened, I didn't look over. There would only be two people who would come into my room now. My dad or Nikki. The lack of noise that came with my father told me that it was Nikki who had come in. She sat on my bed and wrapped her arms around me. "I'm sorry I couldn't tell you what was happening." If it hadn't been for the door squeak as it opened, I might not have known she came into the room. She was always sneak

“Ems?” My tormentor said gently. There was no way I was going to respond to the name he called me while we had been together. There was no point now. He hadn’t moved any closer as I ignored him, so he was probably asking for permission to get closer. “Emily?” I huffed and tilted my head back. I wasn’t going to get up for him. “What do you want?” He shrugged awkwardly. “I just thought I’d check on you.” I rolled my eyes and looked back up at the stars. “You don’t have to check up on me, I’m a big girl,” I said irately. I heard him take a few steps closer. “You don’t want to come over here.” I warned. Everyone knew I got my temper from my father. I’d make a scene if he came any closer. I wouldn’t be able to control it. “I just feel guilty that you’ve been so depressed because I left you.” I looked over just in time to see the shock in his face. He hadn’t meant to tell me that. He must think I’m pretty pathetic if that’s what he was thinking of me. Then the anger switch flipped. “Ho

When I woke up the next morning, I was a bit startled. During my sleep I had forgotten all about going out to the bar. It could've all just been a very vivid dream. The dull throb in my head told me last night had been real, but it wasn't anything that would take away my ability to function. Then I realized I was in his shirt. There was a second's worth of panic when I looked around. Maybe this guy wasn't just like I remembered. Maybe he left me with the tab for this room. I scanned around for my clothes. I didn't want to get caught in nothing but his shirt. Maybe he was out looking for a conquest and made off with my clothes as a trophy. I didn't hear any running water in the bathroom, so I knew he wasn’t there. When I got out of the bed, I saw a note on the desk saying he’d be back. I got out of the bed and tamed my hair. I was finishing putting it in a cute, curly side ponytail when the door opened. I held my breath not knowing what to expect. I was instantly relieved when he lo

The next few weeks were hard on me. I threw myself into work. I did at least 3 double shifts every week on top of my regular schedule. In one pay period I went from my regular 80 hour work period to almost a 130 hour work period. I was exhausted. Too exhausted to do anything besides sleep and eat. Dad didn’t say anything because he knew that I was almost exactly like him. When he was troubled, he would throw himself into work. I knew he would have stopped me if this all got too out of hand. It was almost six weeks later that I was told that I needed to take time off of work. I was given a week of paid vacation. When I asked why I had to do this, they told me to look at my ankles. They were swollen. I hadn’t been eating right and I was on my feet all day. I had even complained a bit about being exhausted. When I complained about a painful lower back, they sent me home without completing my shift. My patient was overweight and would not cooperate and use the li