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High School

Emerys father slams the door of his office and pushes Emery towards a chair, he falls into it, his body tense. "Why do you reek of such foul stench?!" His father bellows, slamming his fist down onto the table. "Werewolves are not to be trusted, they are dangerous scum!" His father glares at Emery, who inside was terrified, as he always had been of his father, but on the outside he tried his best to look expressionless. "Defend yourself, you useless boy!"
 
She was alone, very alone. In a dark room where there were no windows or doors. Suddenly a part of the wall opens and somebody wearing a hooded cloak walks in. "Please. Please don't hurt us." She hears, and she turns her head towards the sound. She sees a woman, around the age thirty-five, with brown hair and blue eyes. She looked so familiar, so familiar that Leela felt as if she should protect this woman. The person in the hooded cloak then bends down to the woman's level and laughs. "Petty... Little.... Puppy." He says slowly, in some kind of weird accent. He then pulls a chalice from his cloak along with something in a vile. He pours the vile in the chalice, then grabs the woman's chin. "NO! Stop!" Leela screams and tries to run towards him, but she was held back by chains. The man lifts the chalice to the woman's mouth and tilts it. The only thing the woman did was give Leela a look. A look that says "I love you."
 
Emery did not say a word, glaring up at his father with a hatred that seethed out of him. His father turned around for a moment, looking out of the window. "You're a disgrace to this family. Everything you've ever done has put shame on us. You ask me why I did not kill you young?" He turns around, glaring daggers into Emerys eyes. "It was because I had hope. And now... I have none. You are more of a disgrace than I ever imagined. You sicken us!" His fathers words dripped like poison from his mouth, and a smirk began to play on Emerys lips. His father turned red with anger before striking Emery so hard across the cheek that his head snapped to the side and his neck cracked painfully, blood trickling from his mouth.
 
Leela jumped awake and stood up. She shook her fur and looked into the pond seeing her reflection. She stares at it for a while, but the wolf took over again and she ran off and towards the woods. She runs after a rabbit, hungry yet again. Things like this made her wonder why she wasn't fat. The wolf catches the rabbit by the back and shakes it, blood filling her mouth. She puts it back down, seeing it squirm, it's back broken yet it was still alive. She could see the determination in it's eyes, and she almost just left it but she knew that if she did that it would suffer and the wolf would still be hungry.
 
"Get out of my sight you disgraceful waste." His father hisses, turning his back on Emery, who stands up and walks out of the room, seeing his brother and mother looking at him from across the hall. He can feel his cheek red, the blood still ok his lip and trickling down his chin. His face is stone as he walks into his bedroom. But the second the door is closed the real pain hits him hard, as he brings his hand to his cheek and wiped the blood from his mouth. He walks into his bathroom and looks at himself in the mirror, the beginning of a bruise forming on his right cheek.
 
After finishing off the rabbit Leela heads back to the tree she had been at. She spots the jacket and note, but doesn't give them a second look as she lays down by the tree and rests her head on her front legs. A yawn escapes her mouth and in a matter of minutes Leela was fast asleep, not planning on waking up again that night.
 
Emery cleaned the blood off his face before walking into his bedroom once again and stripping down to his boxers. He closes the curtains and turns off the light before curling up into a ball on his bed. He wouldn't cry, he didn't know how, he'd never had reason to cry, not even as a baby. He hugs his knees to his chest and rests his head on the pillow, drifting off to a restless sleep.
 
Leela jumps awake, it was still dark but she knew it was morning. It was most likely 4 a.m. She stood up and rubbed her eyes before looking around her. It was hard to see but she still caught a glimpse of paper. She takes the rock off of it and looks at the paper. "Emery." She says and smiles, then she looks back down to see that he had left his jacket for her. "Thank you." She whispered, and grabbed the jacket. She puts it on and zips it up before walking back towards her home. She needed to get showered and changed before school.
 
Emery slept till 6am, his newly fixed alarm clock blaring the same song it had last time, but this time he woke up and looked at it, finding the button and actually turning it off. He sat up and grimaced, his face sore and painful. He stands up and almost collapses, having not drank anything since yesterday morning. He walks over to the mini fridge on shaky legs and downs two full bottles of the blood before he can stand up.
 
Leela stays in the shower for an entire hour just running the warm soothing water over her aching bones. Her hair wasn't as unruly and the dirt and mud was washed off of her body when she hopped out. She dried off her body and put on her clothes; a pair of sweatpants and a baggy grey shirt, they blow dries her hair and puts it in a messy bun at the top of her head. She was so tired she could just collapse where she was, but she shook her head and walked into her room. She picked up her phone from the ground and set an alarm for seven. She needed to get some sleep before school, even if it was just two hours.
 
He walks into his bathroom, turning on the shower and waiting for it to warm up before he jumps into the shower and let's it soak away his troubles. He gets out after a few minutes, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist and walking into his bedroom, he opens his wardrobe.
 
Leela wakes up to her phone going off and she sighs. "Alright then." She says before turning the alarm off. She looks at her reflection in the mirror in her room and sighs. Her hair was terrible. She shrugs it off and redoes the bun. She slips on a pair of black high-tops and then grabs Emery's jacket and puts it on. What? It was comfortable.
 
Emerys pulls on black shirt and a pair of dark grey jeans, then pulls on a blue plaid shirt over the top, leaving it unbuttoned. He pulls on his usual boots before looking in the mirror, leaving his hair natural, slightly wavy and sticking up in some places. He drains another bottle then walks down the stairs, his brother looks at him, disappointment clear on his face, before Emery walks out of the front door and towards the car. He was early, but he didn't care. He didn't want to stay in that house anymore.
 
Leela sighs, there wasn't anything to do until school started, and she didn't want to eat because she wasn't hungry. She ate a deer and a rabbit, she didn't want to eat for a while. She gets up and sticks her phone in a jacket pocket along with her keys. She walks out of her bedroom, looking around to see if her dad had gotten home. "Nope." She says then shrugs and gets out of the house and on her bike. She rode off towards the school, and was thinking about taking some time to check a book from the library when she gets there.
 
He gets in the car and drives towards school as normal, his bag feeling empty without the blood in it. When he gets to the school it's practically deserted, and he walks inside and too his locker throwing his bag inside. He could do this, he had to. He couldn't run away from himself forever. He shut his locker door and slid down it, sitting on the floor with his head in his hands, even if it was painful to touch his bruise and his bust lip.
 
Leela parks her bike in her normal spot and gets off. She didn't even wear her helmet today, she was to lazy to put it on. She slings her bag over her shoulder and walks into the school. She walks towards her locker and stops when she sees Emery. "Emery?" She asks, her voice echoing in the empty halls as she walks over to him. She opens up her locker and puts her bag in there then grabs her English book.
 
Emery looks up for a moment then turns his head away so that Leela cant see the bruise. "Leela." He smirks slightly, though it hurts so he grimaces, which also hurts. He looks at her out of the corner of his eye. She looked tired, and... Was that his coat? He smiled slightly, despite the pain.
 
She sits down beside him and rests her head on the locker, her neck hurting as she did it. "My dad still hasn't come home." She says, a little bit of worry in her voice but she shrugs it off. She plays with the sleeve of his jacket and smiles. "This is quite a comfy piece of clothing." She says before laughing a bit.
 
Emery smiles and rests his head on the locker like her, "You can keep it." He states, glancing at her, moving his head to see her slightly. Her seeing the bruise would be inevitable, he couldn't hide it all day, but he could hide it for now. "Do you reckon he's still in the woods?" He asks, moving some of the hair out of his eye.
 
She turns her head towards him and smiles. "Probably, but if not he's out there roaming around naked." She says and grimaces at the though. "Ugh, whoever finds that I fell sorry for them." She says and then sighs. "I like having the house to myself, though." She states and pulls her knees up to her chest.
 
He smiles. "If I had the house to myself it would be a miracle," he laughs slightly. His house was never empty, servants constantly hurrying around to do something, his mother and sisters were always in the house. His brother and father always lurking somewhere. He looks at the wall in front of him.
 
Leela nods, then her eyes widen. "Did they? Did they smell me on you?" She asks, she didn't want him to get hurt because of her and if he had been hurt she wouldn't be able to forgive herself. She furrows her eyebrows together and looks down at her knees as she thinks about parents. They're always so picky about what kinds of friends their kids have, but I guess its worse when your vampire son has a werewolf friend.
 
Memories of his father striking him returned to his head, and even deeper memories of the times before began to resurface. His father had never liked him. He nods, then turns his head to Leela, causing the bruise and the bust lip to be on show to her completely. His bruise was dark, covering his cheekbone mainly.
 
Leela's jaw drops and tears well up in her eyes. "That.. That looks.. I'm so sorry, Emery. This is all my fault. I never wanted you to get hurt because of me." She says and a tear falls from her eye. She puts her head in her hands and starts shaking. She never thought his parents would do that, but then again, her dad did the same thing when he scratched her. She just didn't know if her dad did it purposely or not.
 
Emery sees the first tear fall from her eye, and instantly he moves to wipe it away, his hand lingering on her cheek, gentle. "It's not your fault, it's mine. You cant help it if I keep pestering you, I don't care what my parents do." He decides his hand has lingered there too long, so he moves it, lightly resting on her shoulder before he moves it back to his side.
 

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