Now, here I sit...
All that had been happening in the past few days were leading up to this,
For me to confront--I believe--to be my worst fear.
Here I sat, on the knobby wooden chair in my dining room that I had delicately decorated years ago when I first moved in.
I had a plan for everything.
Everything was running smoothly--
I was being faced with lies.
LIES!
I was becoming bored of it. I wanted answers.
I pulled one last strand of hair from my head in the distress I was stuck in,
And stood walking over to the cordless home phone I owned.
Though he had only been there a couple of days, I knew the number of the motel and the extension number to his room without even a moments glance.
I felt my armpits overload with sweat and the phone became difficult to hold onto in my wet palms. I was going to ask questions, most would believe to be ridiculous and send me to therapy for having such thoughts aloud.
Yet,the truth on Adam's face, the beast I had seen last night--
And the way Nicholas's eyes shone in a yellow hunger made my knees quiver.
What was going on in my life? Who were the people I knew?
Because lately it seemed like I have been surrounded by nothing but lies--lies--and tricks to keep me running stupid.
The other line of the phone connected to his room after a couple of rippling seconds.
The ring sounded, it rang twice, I carefully counted before Nicholas picked it up.
Picking up the phone after two to three rings, from what I remembered about high school, meant there were secrets and desires not told.
With how raspy and alert his voice was on the other side, I knew he was waiting beside the phone, ready for my phone call--ready for anyones.
Adams, possibly?
He was purposely trying to be nonchalant, but with the rings and the readiness in his tone, I knew then he was hiding something.
"Hello?" came his husky and alluring voice.
I trembled on the other side, holding the phone close to my face. I was so nervous, I almost lost my train of thought. I breathed heavily into the speaker, working to remind myself that everything was alright, that I'll wake up in a few seconds and it would all be a nightmare.
How had my dream turned into a night terror?
Nicholas must've recognized my breath. I don't know how, but then I remembered he was a werewolf. He must have acute hearing.
"H-hello? Ebs, is that you?" he asked his voice becoming stronger as if I gave him strength.
I wanted to take his strength away. To watch him drain into the sewers but my heart crushed against the thought and I tossed it aside. I couldn't do that.
I loved him...
I couldn't live without him.
What a weak heart. What a stupid, immature girl.
"Hey.."came my response; I tried my best to sound brave but my voice wavered.
"What's wrong?" he asked sounding so innocent it made my heart ache.
I decided I would lead him into it, lay it on him gently. "It's Jekyll...he's..he's dead."
Silence--then, "How?"
I shrugged on my side of the phone. I don't know why I shrugged, but it seemed appropriate. I was so confused and lost. I didn't want to know that it was really Nicholas but I was growing flustered with all this deceit--all this heartache I felt for years.
"Something..big ate him. I went out to the stables and tried to scare it off, but it was so big," I explained hearing a sudden intake of breath on his line. "Scared the shit out of me."
"A-are you okay? Did it hurt you?" Nicholas sounded so small my gut wrenched.
I nodded into the phone. "Yeah...I shot it in the shoulder and it left."
There was a gentle chuckle on his side of the phone. "Good for you.
We gave each other a few seconds of impregnated silence. I wasn't used to it and it made my stomach queasy. I hated doing this, pulling him into my trap. I felt like I was betraying him but if he is a monster, then he had been betraying me from the start. I started to softly sob, I couldn't fight the tears back any longer. I had been fighting since the day Nicholas returned to me, it I fought like a warrior in battle.
Now I was battered and beyond broken. I was exhausted.
So I fell and cried into the phone, giving it my all with Nicholas on the other side cooing and trying to compose me and carefully working to get some answers out of me.
Finally, I brought him to a halt with asking, "Is it true?"
He choked on his own voice, frozen in his tracks. "True about what?"
"You know what I mean," I said, gritting my teeth.
He was caught in his own silence, sounding like he was being suffocated. I squeezed my eyes shut, my chest beating so loudly and with such pain I wondered if the whole world could hear it. With how his breath kept the same pace with my heart I knew he heard it loud and clear.
"Yes..it's true," he answered sounding like he was just as defeated as I was.
I had shattered into pieces. I pulled my face away from the phone breaking into louder and uncontrollable sobs. I never had done this, why did Nicholas make me come so undone? How did he know how to make me fall into a million pieces? Why did he have such this power over me? I loved him and yet I didn't know if I could trust him. I came so close, just a millisecond away from hanging up and phone anf refusing anything more on him.
And yet...I couldn't bring myself to do it. I couldn't--I didn't want to. I needed him like I needed to breathe.
I needed Nicholas to always be with me.
"Don't hang up on me, Eboni. Please...at least give me a chance to explain," he begged.
The earnest in his voice. The Nicholas I had known years before--
It all rang out to me.
And I abided this.
"Okay," I replied.
It was still early in the morning, I was going to have a long day and with Adam's advice echoing throughout my head I knew it was going to be a longer night.
But there was one thing I knew better than that--
I loved Nicholas.
Yes, he was a monster of the night...
But, I can get over that. I could never get over being alone without him.
I loved him and wondered, if our love was enough to save him...
TO BE CONTINUED..
Tue Mar 12, 2013 6:21 am by mianmani
Subject: Who Cried Wolf? Page 8 
