Rejected To Perfected (ON HOLD)

Chapter 8 - Pack Training Pt. 2

I knew that it would take the pack at least an hour to complete the 56 laps, so I decided I'd go back to my room for half an hour, grab some stuff for fitness, and then come back and wait for everyone.

As I was walking back to the pack house, I remembered that Aaron was in there, so I changed my direction and went to my parents house. Actually, I guess it's my brothers house now, because it belongs to the beta, but their family always stays with them, so my parents would be there for the rest of their lives.

It was a nice, two storey house, with whitewashed walls, a traditional red tile roof, and there was a large-ish garden with flowers and plants, connecting the house to the front lawn. There were stones leading up to the front door, and the whole property was surrounded with a hedge that was a metre tall.

When I get to the door, I feel under the flower pot on the window sill, and sure enough, the spare key is still there. I smile as memories of running around here as a child, struggling to reach the key, playing with Dylan and my other friends flood black to me.

I unlock the door, and take in everything. When I was here talking to my parents and Dylan, I didn't take much notice of the house, but now, it's silent, and there is no one else here. It's just me and my thoughts.

Instead of seeing the rooms for what they were, I saw them as memories.

I didn't see the hallway, I saw Dylan and I when I was six, and he was seven, wrestling, and laughing.

I didn't see the living room, I saw my mother and I when I was eight, talking and laughing, with her braiding my hair.

I didn't see the stairs, I saw myself when I was nine, talking to my best friend Clementine about all of the school gossip.

I didn't see Dylan's bedroom, I saw him playing a video game, so concentrated that he didn't even notice 9 year old me calling out to him.

I didn't see the bathroom, I saw my brother when he was ten, his first attempt at sneaking out foiled by my dad catching him.

I didn't see my bedroom, I saw me getting ready for my first school dance with Clementine when we were eleven.

I didn't see my parent's bedroom, I saw my dad holding my mum as she cried over me telling them I had been bullied when I was twelve.

I didn't see the backyard, I saw my dad teaching Dylan and I how to fight, and us teaming up and tackling him when I was thirteen and Dylan was fourteen.

I didn't see the kitchen, I saw my mum teaching Dylan and I how to cook when I was fourteen and Dylan was fifteen, and Dylan throwing flour on me, sparking a food fight.

And finally, I didn't see the dining room, I saw us all together eating the very last meal we shared before I went rogue, all of us crying, my parents hugging me and Dylan not wanting me to leave.

I didn't realise I was crying until I saw myself walk out the door, wave to my family, and run off into the woods, never looking back.

I sunk down to the floor in the hallway, sobs wracking my body, and I couldn't help but be mad at Jackson, after all, if he hadn't rejected me, I never would have left.

My head snapped up when I heard footsteps walking towards me, and I saw it was Aaron.

"Uh, what do you want?" I snarled, venom lacing my words. Maybe I was a little harsh, but I wasn't in the mood to deal with him.

I sighed as I heard him sit down beside me. "Listen, I just want to say sorry. I really am. I didn't mean to hurt you, and I just- I need you, our pack needs you, your pack needs you, they, well they need you to train them, and your mate needs you."