Make Up, Or Break Up ☆

💕 Sherri Roberta 💕

Sherri Roberta

Make Up, Or Break Up

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Sherri was new to the werewolf world. She had been bitten by a rogue at 12 years old as she was walking home from school, the animal came out of nowhere and was on top of her in seconds.

She made it home gritting her teeth. She had wrapped her sweater around her arm to stop the bleeding and rushed home.

She walked in the house and rushed up to her bathroom. She doctored herself with antiseptic and bandages. She had just put the last piece of tape to hold the bandage in place when she heard her father come home from work.

Slipping on another sweater, she made her way downstairs to start his dinner, or he'll be so angry. She had marinated the meat overnight and was planning to put it in the oven when he walked into the kitchen.

He took one look at her and asked if she was okay, she did not want to tell him she wasn't or he will raise hell. She just said she was fine and asked how his day had been, he mumbled something under his breath and left her alone.

While dinner was cooking, he just left the house without saying a word. So she continued with dinner preparation and when it was done she plated it up for them.

Then she sat at the table and waited, waited until dinner was cold on the plate. She got up and looked at the time and figured she would just wrap it up and leave it in the microwave for him with a note.

Never in her wildest fears, would she ever had believed when she heard a knock on the door, that the police would come calling.

Sherri looked through the peephole and seeing the police, whipped the door open in terror. She invited them in and was asked if I had someone close that could come and be with me. I frowned and said it was only dad and I because mom passed away 3 years ago, from cancer.

They sighed and one said that my dad had been in a car accident and it was bad. They wanted to take me to the hospital to see him. I was feeling so overwhelmed with terror that I froze in spot and they had to nudge me to get me moving. Only thing was, they nudged my bitten arm and I screamed in pain.

Now they had terror written over their faces, they sat me down and gasped as my arm started to hurt ever so much and the bandage started to leak and blood was showing through my sweater.

One of them, eased my sweater off, while the other called an ambulance. They asked me what happened so I told them. Each officer shook their heads and said I would need a rabies shot and by the looks of it, stitches too. I said I had to get home and make dinner for Dad who would be upset if I was late.

I added when dad got home he mumbled something to her and left without telling her where he was going or how long he would be away, even knowing dinner was almost ready.

I was asked where my purse and house keys were so one of them could get them for me. I told them and one rushed upstairs and I grit my teeth, knowing he would see the mess my room was in.

She shook her head and knew what was coming now. She was right, as soon as he laid my purse on the couch beside me, he sat down and asked why my room was a bloody mess.

I sighed and said when my dad gets angry with me, he takes it out on me and I hadn't had the chance to clean it up yet. I said last night dad got angry and you got to see the result.

The one that stayed with me then went up to look, leaving the one who got my purse, sitting with me. He sighed and asked where the blood came from, he said it does not show on my hands or arms, so where did he hurt you.