The Broken Werewolves: Forbidden Law (BxB)

Chapter 23: Gloomy Day

Chapter 23
Gloomy Day

The sun is shining brightly against my lids that make it open, and when I do, I close it again because the light is blinding. Groggily, I roll over the bed, squeezing my eyes open, and slowly opening them. When my eyes adjust to the light, I see Perry still resting on the branch of the tree, eyes shut, chest heaving up and down calmly.

Heading to the bathroom to do my morning routine, I notice bags under my eyes when I look at the mirror. I guess it's from all the situations I've been through these past few days. Anyways, my eyes will get a better treatment later on. I brush my teeth, splash my face with cold water, check my teeth, and head downstairs to greet mom a good morning, but as I'm about to, I notice Perry is not on the branch of the tree anymore. I guess he has left already. Shrugging, I run downstairs only to see Dave on one of the tools, fingers trailing across the table to the plate where the pancakes are on, and when I see him, I shout good morning at him, which makes him jump and glare at me.

"Good morning," Mom greets me as she places the maple syrup on the table. I walk pass Dave to kiss Mom on the cheek. A kiss on the cheek is another way of greeting my mom a good morning. "How's your sleep? You look like you haven't slept well."

I almost state my encounter with Perry last night, but I keep my mouth shut and only nod. This is not lying. It's keeping a secret. Right? But why do I feel like I'm violating another Forbidden Law? With that, I take a seat on the stool beside Dave. I grab the plates and hand one to Dave, which scowls at me. Geez, I'm pretty sure he woke up on the wrong side of the bed, considering his hair is disheveled, shirt as well, and he seems lazy. Well, he is always lazy. Mom gives us a go signal to hog the pancake, which we do in an instant. Grabbing the maple syrup, I squeeze it tight and pour much content on my pancake.

"Why so grumpy?" I ask Dave as I hand him the maple syrup. He takes it lightly, looking at me, his face holds no positive expression nor negative, but blank. He gives me a shrug and pours syrup on his pancake.

"Just had a weird dream," he says lightly, putting the syrup on the table and stabbing his pancake. He looks at it for a couple of seconds before shoving the pancake into his mouth. While chewing, he says, "Just like you, I haven't slept well. Dunno why. My dream was really, really, really weird."

"Would you like to tell me?"

"Sure, later."

With that, we eat the pancake peacefully whilst Mom is preparing for work. There's nothing much to do today. No school today, no homework, nothing. I wish there was since I'm foreseeing that today is going to be a gloomy, unproductive day. After I eat the pancake, I put the plate on the sink and inform Dave that I'm going to do the dishes. He only nods at me as an answer and I head to the living room to watch some news. I turn on the television, only to find a news about Kardashians, which is not good. I change the channel, deciding to watch cartoons instead of news. When the channel is on Cartoon Network, Ben 10 is on air, which makes me chuckle. Before, back at the Pack Land, I wasn't able to watch cartoons. I had a few glimpses when the kids and their family were watching, but none for me. Thinking of old days makes me sad and feel hurt. There are times that I'm wishing to meet my real parents, but knowing they are already dead, without knowing what's the reason of their death, I feel sorry for myself. I don't even know what my real parents look like. I have no picture of them. I have no memory of them. Actually there are, but they are all blurry. Does that count as memory? A worthy, lovable memory? No, it is not.

Dave joins me on the couch, wanting to watch Ben 10 as well and when he takes a sit beside me, all of the sad thoughts come flying away into a different room. Today, the start of Gloomy Day will begin. I hope I have many friends to invite over the house, but none. I'm not really friendly at all. I have stated that many times. Dave is the one friendly here. And I wish he would invite his friends to lighten up this house. Mom goes downstairs, wearing a white floral dress that reaches her knees, a white sandals to match out her outfit. Her hair is flowing down until it meets her curves. She looks like a Goddess going to a party and such. 

"Guys, I won't be back till 12 midnight." She states and turns around, the skirt of the dress twirls with her. "What do you say? Do I look like a teenager?"

Dave smiles, giving Mom a thumbs up. "Ma, you look perfect. Got a date?"

"Nope," she says as she grins at us. Dave and I roll our eyes at her. "Mr. Bradford, one of the clients, we're having lunch and dinner. And we're going to a Recognition Event of our company. The party will start at 8 in the evening."

"But you're wearing a floral dress..."

"That I am," says Mom. "But my party clothes are in my office. So see you guys, love you." Mom kisses our cheeks and heads to the garage to take the car. Dave and I look at each other, furrowing our brows a little.

The last time Mom went on a date was back when we were in United Kingdom. Suddenly, I want to see and know who is Mr. Bradford. Who knows, he could be a murderer, or a Animal Murderer. He could be one. Or he could be a Hunter. The word itself sends shiver down my spine and Dave arches a brow at me. I give him a nervous smile. We hear the car's engine roaring to life, and in seconds, Mom is already hitting the road with just the limit speed of our town. I am left with my childish brother, as always and as usual.

Not having a second thought, I fish out my phone to text Troy to come over here at the house. The last time I've seen him, it's like it's been forever and I admit I miss him and his company so much. I remember that his sister, Trisha, is going to have a party and I have yet to buy a present for her. Maybe we could buy presents for her today, but Dave and I are being lazy. Me, half lazy. I text Troy to come over in our house, and after a few seconds, my phone vibrates and dings, on the screen is Troy's name, flashing wildly. I immediately grin as I see his reply, that he would come over and hangout with Dave and I.

"Your boyfriend?" Dave asks. I look at him and he has a grin tugged on his lips, which makes me want to punch it away. But the thought of Troy being my boyfriend is not really a bad picture at all, but it's enough to make me blush crimson red. Right here, I want the couch to swallow me whole, with just the shame to leave for my brother's amusement. "Aw, don't blush, little brother. You guys are cute together." Dave makes a smooch lips and hugs himself, making noises as he swings his body left to right. I try to scowl at him, to be annoyed, but my brother is so childish that it just makes me laugh.

I cover my cheeks with my palms, laughing lightly. "You look crazy,"

"Well, you seem happy."

"That's because I am," I say. "I am happy and bored to death."

Dave smiles at me and pats my back, a way of telling me he really approves of Troy for me, considering he was the one who set us up on a date. If it weren't for him, Troy and I wouldn't have met. I wouldn't have met the Goody and Handsome Troy. Troy deserves everything, and as much as I want to think he deserves me, I think he doesn't. I don't deserve him and he doesn't deserve me. But... how can someone tell they don't deserve someone? Who am I to say that? How can I tell that he doesn't deserve him and I don't deserve him? Is it because I'm broken? Is it because I'm not worthy? Is it because of my past? Or is it because of... me?

The answer is no. It is not because of me.

Maybe I'm still holding onto the past. Maybe I'm still rooting for something impossible. Maybe I still haven't moved on from him. Maybe I'm still alive, breathing his name but not knowing it. Maybe it is because of him. It is because of him.