The Werewolf On My Doorstep

:The Werewolf On My Doorstep:7: Say Goodbye

Okay, I said before that I didn't know where I was going with this story, but I've got how I want it go worked out, but things hardly ever go the way I want them to.

Chapter 7: Say Goodbye

I've never particularly been good at goodbyes, but ones never bothered me as much as this does. Xavier's not human, those men that showed up here were hunting him because he's not human, my dad doesn't like him because he's not human. And I don't know how I feel about it all. My body acts weirdly around him, I think about things that should be normal, but my mind can't process that he's not human.

He turned into a wolf right in front of me and I still don't believe it. Maybe I just don't want to believe, but whatever it is its not letting me tell him to leave. I should want him to leave, right? Argh, this shouldn't be so damn confusing.

“Arianna, do you wish for me to leave?” My head screams yes, but every other part of me is screaming no. What do I do? If I say yes, he'll really be gone, but if I say no... I don't even know what would happen if I say no. But he still hasn't answered me.

“I don't-I don't know. Can you tell me how the hell I heard you when you were... changed?” Changed, yea that's a good word, doesn't make this situation sound as weird as the other one. Its all weird enough as it is, there's no sense in freaking myself out anymore than I already am.

“That is... complicated.” Complicated? It shouldn't be freaking possible! Complicated doesn't even begin to describe any of this. “Your father will be worried if I do not get you back to him soon.” Screw my father, I want some answers. Damn it.

“Why is it complicated? I mean, how much more complicated can it be than what I just saw?” I'll call it anything but that damn 'W' word, if I use that would I'll have to admit this is all real. None of this can possibly be real, it just can't be.

“It just is... Arianna, you look like you are going to faint, perhaps you should sit down.” He reaches for my arm as I sway, backing me into a tree when I try to avoid his touch. Why do I feel so dizzy now? Some kind of delayed reaction to everything, maybe? Sitting actually sounds like a good idea, but going through the movements required to actually put my butt on the ground doesn't. “Let me help you, please.”

The sheer desperation in his voice is surprising and I'm not so sure I should like the sparks shooting up and down my arm as he stops me from moving away from him again, helping me slide down the tree to the ground. “Let. Me. Go.” I'm going to completely lose it if he keeps touching me. He can't keep touching me. He's not human, he's not normal. He's a freaking-a Werewolf. Oh god, there's that damn word, I said the word. What the hell is wrong with me? Wait no, what the hell is wrong with him!? This is his fault, if he'd just kept his fur covered ass the hell away from my house none of this would be happening. I wouldn't be going weak at the knees for a-a Werewolf, my dad wouldn't be ready to commit murder, again apparently, and- and- why does he have to look at me like that? Its really not fair, he shouldn't be able to stop my heart with just one look. “Let go, just let me go. Don't touch me!”