Fated reborn - Chapter 58: Chapter 58

"Get off of me you fucking psychopath!" Lykania's legs pressed deeper into my sides and she glared down at me, unmatched hatred written in her eyes.
"And I asked you a question." She seethed. To someone who didn't know her, it looked like she was a soft spoken person but I knew her for what she was. A screaming good- for- nothing breath.
"Ask Dad yourself since you're so eager to know what we talked about." The words left my lips before I could stop them. And when she heard them, her already pissed off face went deathly still. I had definitely hit the jackpot with this.
Her face twisted into an ugly expression before she got off of me herself. Her eyes darted across the dimly lit room and I knew what that meant. She was calculating. She only ever did that when she was calculating.
"Given up already, good." I whispered, my voice even to not get a rise out of her because she looked ready to swing.
"I'm haven't. I'll beat your ass right here if you don't answer me." She sounded so domineering that her voice started making me feel like I was talking to our Father instead.
"I dare you to." My voice was low but it got the message across just fine because her eyes widened momentarily at my words.
"You really are something else." She said under her breath as she started advancing towards me. But this time, I was prepared for her.
She stretched out her hands, claws fully extended which shocked me but I got over it pretty quickly. Faster than she thought I would, I grabbed her wris- my claws still very much invisible- and squeezed. Hard. Hard enough to form a bruise but not break through the skin. It would be fun listening to the kind of excuse she would give our Father for away she had a bruise.
She looked down at our hands in utter shock. She knew it too. She would be screwed tomorrow if she didn't think up a convincing lie.
"Let me go you bitch!" She screeched, then yanked her hands away with enough force that my nail nicked her on the inside of her wrist.
"You scratched me!"
"... What? Me! You're the one who's been acting like a rabid dog since you got here. It's your fault you got scratched." My heart pounded in my chest like a well beaten drum and my face scrunched up when Lykania tried to go for me. Again. A fucking rabid dog.
"And if you come near me again, I'll be sure to leave more then I scratch on you this time." The threat slid easily from my lips and as an extra force of measure, I unsheathed my claws, the glistening curved edges an invitation for danger.
Lykania looked at my claws then back at me again and thank the moon goddess she made the right fucking choice and backed away, snaring at me the whole time.
"You're insane." She breathed.
"Right back at you sis."
I proweld towards her, my claws fully extended and she took the cue and dashed out of the door, after muttering some nonsense of how she would teach me a lesson. Fucking bitch.
My blood simmered in my veins as I stared at the empty space Lykania had once occupied. As careful as I could, I locked the door and double checked it thrice to make sure no one could enter or break in. That no one being Lykania.
I wouldn't put it passed her to try to attack me later tonight all in a bid to get even with me. She was capable of that.
I tugged my night gown over my head and stared at the semi purple bruises that had started to form and I squeezed my vanity a bit too hard.
Smart. She was smart, I would give her that. She had made sure to only hurt me where no one else could see the bruises that would form. I fingered my tender injuries for a minute longer before crawling into bed with extra care.
The sting from my sides was no joke and I had to settle for an awkward position before going to sleep. Lykania was definitely capable of s whole lot more.
Sleep proved difficult too because my body was still on fight mode and it took me several tries to relax.
Yellow beams filtered through my slightly opened window blinds that I hadn't closed all the way and I tossed and turned. I didn't want to wake up. I didn't want to face the day.
I could consider myself a morning person on most days but this wasn't one of those times. It was a shitty day, in fact, it was the king of shitty days for me.
Dread and anxiety were my trump emotions. I hadn't even gone out to face anyone but my hands had already broken into a cold sweat that I could feel dampen the sides of the bed I lay on.
My heart was thudding hard, cold sweat ran down my eyebrow, my hands were damp, i couod only mange shallow breaths, i didn't want to wake up. I did not want to wake up.
Luck wasn't on my side because the next moment someone tapped on my bedroom door. You have got to be kidding me.
I glared at the door with tired eyes- shitty sleep can really make someone cranky in the morning- then sighed. I let my abundance of pillows swallow me up then placed one and pressed it over my face.
Maybe if I just lay here, whoever it is will go away? It went quiet and I thought I had succeeded until the knock came back twice as hard.
"Fine." I groaned then shoved the pillow off my face.
With as much grace as a frog with two left feet, I dragged my aching body, wincing when my sides twitched and unlocked the door. Trent with a pleasant expression... And Varin, his face a mask of judgement as he stared at my "outfit". Or lack of one.
"Still asleep huh?"