If I Can Love You, Why Can't You? - A Werewolf Novel

If I Can Love You, Why Can't You? - Chp 12 [Dirty Little Secret]

I'll keep you my dirty little secret/(Dirty little secret)/Don't tell anyone/Or you'll be just another regret/(Just another regret; hope that you can keep it)/My dirty little secret/Who has to know?~The All-American Rejects - Dirty Little Secret

The next day I awoke exhausted, last night’s sleep consisted of a lot of weird dreams and nightmares. Rolling over to check the clock I gasped in pain, my chest, the mark was still there, I was beginning to think it was some sort of infection. Cautiously I propped myself up and read the clock; one in the afternoon. Groaning I let my head fall onto the pillow, my face burying in the softness. Turning my head to the side I looked at my room, scanning until the last item was the book sitting on my bedside table

Picking up the book I studied the book in my hands. It was obvious it was old and as my hands curled around it I knew it was sacred, how? Again I wasn’t sure. It was a deep leather bound book with old; almost see through pages, the book worn beyond description. A constant read or reference. I ran my fingers along the spine looking for a name, nothing. The first page of text was the dedication page, it read:

            “To each and every one of you who hold the blood of the Unbelievable.”

It scribed in cursive, elegant script, the diction as formal and fluent as its age, in other words it was old, ancient even. Extremely. With shaking hands I turned the page to find the title “The Unbelievable.” I ran my fingers along the words, the books name making a ripple of fear to rush over me.

“Get ready to fail.” I muttered turning the page.

♥

“Tanze!” my head snapped up from the book, my own world, the vortex. Dad’s curled around the door. “Oh, you’re up.” He said his face relaxing.

“Yeah.” I said smiling sitting the book down. “I woke up and decided to read.” He nodded.

“I thought you were asleep. I could hear you last night.”

I frowned “I woke up once, what do you mean you heard me?” I asked my head tilting to the side.

“Oh.” He said looking slightly uncomfortable. “Rustling of the sheets, and you screamed and yelled a bit.”

I looked down in thought “I slept badly.” I admitted. “But I don’t remember any dreams.”

He smiled “It’s all good. Well I'm off to pick up some stuff. Want anything?”

My nose screwed up in thought “No, think I'm fine thanks.” I said reaching for my book.

“Okay call if you think of anything.” He said edging.

“Uh-huh.”

He didn’t reply; I was already sucked back into my world.

♥

I rolled over again, my stomach growled and lashed at my chest. I looked up, it was seven at night, I hadn’t moved; no toilet breaks or food breaks. I was still in my pajamas. Getting out I stretched, my bed looked warm and inviting as it called me back.

Sighing I walked into the kitchen, dad was at the bench. “Good timing.” He said handing me a plate of pasta. Sitting down my fingers itched to grab my book however not a fork. Determined I took a bite and felt revitalized instantly, sitting down beside me he chuckled, I looked up from my plate. “Must be a good book.” He noted.

I smiled wide “It is.” I agreed.

“Who leant it to you?” he quizzed, my stomach fell, c’mon you have got to do it sooner or later I encouraged.