When I wake up, I don't make any move to get out of bed. I stare up at my blue ceiling and listen to my breathing. I turn my head away from the fascinating ceiling to open the top draw of my nightstand next to my bed. I reach in with one hand and pull out the current book I'm reading: Vampire Academy.
I know it's not the most mature book but there's a part of me that connects to Rose. I love her too much to let her go no matter how old I get. I prop the book on top of my chest so that I don't have to sit up. As I read, I feel the book weighing down on my heart as Rose fights to protect her best friend Lissa.
Salty tears sting my eyes so I quickly shut the book and throw it to the side.
I resume my staring match with the ceiling until I hear a knock on my door. I stare at the white door and sigh in defeat as I finally push myself up into a sitting position.
"Come in," I call and the door swings open slowly to reveal my mother.
"Lenora," my mother calls as she steps into my room. She softly closes my door behind herself and I listen to the click as she releases the knob. It's like she's walking on glass and it's making me on edge.
I return my gaze to my ceiling and my mother takes a few tentative steps to my bed side and sits down. She is silent for once that I might be surprised if I cared at all.
"Is it true?" She finally asks and I refrain from rolling my eyes.
"You're gonna have to be a little bit more specific than that." When she doesn't elaborate I continue talking just to fill the sharp silence, "yes, I started watching Game of Thrones, it's a good show. I definitely recommend it. No, I didn't drink anything...last night. Yes, I didn't shower last night because I was really tired—"
"Can you stop joking for once, Lenora?" My mother's tone catches me off guard again so I stop my taunting. She takes a deep breath and a long blink that makes me fight the urge to bite my nails.
"Is it true, that Damon and you are mates?"
I bite down on my tongue so hard it bleeds and I flinch. I can feel my mother's intense stare and I know if I don't come up with an explanation fast she will have her answer.
"No," I finally admit.
My mother nods her head as if she had known all along. I tell the voice in my head that says, but she has, to go to hell and send a postcard when it gets there.
"Is this what you want?" my mother continues to throw me off my game and I am left staring at her in shock.
I nod my head because I can't think enough to form a thought never mind a string of words legible enough to be a comprehensive sentence.
"When you were in the hospital, after the rouge attack, I was so worried." I can see the tears fill my mother's eyes and I sit up. "I stayed by your side the whole time. I held your hand because I just wanted you to feel safe. I hated seeing you like that: hurt. I don't want you to get hurt, Lenora."
Held my hand?
I look down at my hands and recall the small soft hand that rested in mine.
"You, you were the one that held my hand?" I ask for clarification because I can hardly believe it.
I thought it was Damon?
"Yes, I am your mother," she sounds taken aback and looks at me with creased eyebrows. "Who did you think was holding your hand?"
"Damon," I answer truthfully because I am too stunned to think of a lie. "I thought it was Damon."
My mother stiffens and then abruptly stands up, "well then."
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The Pack Slut
WerewolfThey say there are two sides to every story and the truth is somewhere in between. That's not true according to Lenora Anderson. She has been crowned the pack slut and as far as she is concerned her side is the only truth. Don't you want to hear th...