Wolf
Getting Better
"What's the big emergency?" Gemma was at the door, her heart beating hard, her breathing labored, and her lip gloss smeared. A knowing smile crossed my face.
"What were you doing?" I smiled.
"Just tell me what's up, you cheeky bastard." The smile faded from my face.
"Oh, yeah. Dylan's been put under the Alpha's Curse."
"Oh, my..."
"And we took the claw out." I didn't even get to explain before she slapped me hard across the face.
"What the hell? I thought you were in love with this girl?"
"I am! I just... I wanted it to be better! She was in so much pain."
"Well, you totally made it worse! Is mum coming?"
"She's on her way. But listen, I think I found a way to make it better. But I need the rest of the pack." I wasn't sure if my idea would work or not. It could be just my imagination but... back in the cabin, that couldn't have been a ruse.
"Well, you can tell me about it while I get her set up the way Mum wants it done." She pushed past me, into the room, bumping into Erin who came in, sliding across the floor.
"Erin, make yourself useful and you two go get the futon from upstairs." She said, shooing us away. I was reluctant to leave Dylan but since it was my fault, I had to deal and do the right thing. Erin and I walked upstairs, silently.
"Do you think she'll be okay?" He asked, his face pale.
"I don't know." I looked down at the ground, so he wouldn't see the tears that fell down my face. He wouldn't understand. He wouldn't understand how much it hurt to be in love with someone for years who had already put you in the friend zone. He didn't understand how much it hurt to be the cause of your loved one's pain.
"Harry, it's not your fault." He said, as we made it to the top of the stairs. He knew me too well.
"Yes, it is." I turned into the guest room, avoiding his gaze.
"Harry." I didn't say anything. "Harry." Still nothing. I couldn't talk to him right now. Not without losing it. “Harry!” He called my name but this time, he grabbed my arm and whipped me around to face him.
“It is my fault! And don’t you try and tell me different! She was my responsibility, my girlfriend, my best friend! She was my future and now… now, she might not have one.” I screamed at him and when I’d lowered my voice from a scream, I cried. Dylan was the only girl I could imagine spending my life with and now it seemed like I couldn’t save her from the one fate she never should have had to endure.
“It’ll be fine. She’s fine… I promise.” He put his arm around me and patted my back, trying to comfort me without being too touchy feely with it.
“I need her… I need her to be okay.” I hated how weak I sounded but Dylan was my lifeline. She was the only one who understood all my pain. I couldn’t stand to lose her.
“She’s strong. She can fight it.” And then we stopped the conversation there because he picked up one side of the futon and I grabbed the other. We carried it down the stairs in silence, an occasional tear dripping down my face. I just wish I had the chance to tell her I love her, to kiss her lips and have her respond, to hear her voice again… because there’s no guarantee she’ll wake up from this curse.
“Gem… we have the bed.” We laid it out behind the couch I had laid her on but Gemma had moved her and was staring at her in the weirdest way.
“Guys… I think you should see this…” Instantly, Erin and I dropped the bed and ran over to the couch Gemma was staring at. I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. The area around where Dylan had been bitten was completely closed up, but it was like a big purple bruise and it was swollen. I had never seen a body react like that… it was… healing!
I couldn’t help but reach out to touch the bruised, exposed flesh.
“Harry, I don’t think you should,” Gemma started as Erin said, “Maybe you shouldn’t.” But I had to touch it anyway. I had to believe it was healing, not getting worse. The moment my fingertips touched her skin, she jolted, her body moving but her eyes staying closed.
Everything started to fade black and I felt myself falling. Still, I never removed my hand from Dylan’s stomach.
I looked around and all I could see was grass. I was in a meadow that was completely flat besides for a big weeping willow in the middle of the green field. My legs felt unsteady so I staggered over to the willow and sat down. For some reason, I felt the need to sing.
As soon as I started humming the words to Bruises by Train, my guitar appeared. I picked it up and played the chords.
“Haven't seen you since high school…
Good to see you're still beautiful
Gravity hasn't started to pull
Quite yet, I bet you're rich as hell…”
The song was missing something. The female singer. All of a sudden, the beautiful melody was coming from behind me.
“One that's five and one that's three.
Been two years since he left me…
Good to know that you got free
That town I know was keeping you down
On your knees.”
I whipped my head around, to be startled by Dylan. She was so beautiful. Unlike now, her eyes weren’t sunk in and her skin wasn’t pale and bruised. She was the Dylan I remembered from before. As she sang the female verse solo, she made her way over to me, her turquoise dress swishing around her thighs. I smiled at her silver studded converse. By the time she finished, she was sat in the grass next to me.
I couldn’t do anything but continue to play and sing the song, since I was so stunned. She sang along with me, swaying to the rhythm.
“These bruises make for better conversation.
Loses the vibe that separates,
It's good to let you in again…
You're not alone in how you've been.
Everybody loses…
We all got bruises.
We all got bruises.” I smiled at her and she smiled at me, knowing this was our favorite part of the song.
“Have you seen him?”
“Not in years! How 'bout her?”
“No, but I hear, she's in Queens with the man of her dreams.”
“Funny, back then she said that about you. Que sera, you'll never guess who I saw! Remember Johnny B.?”
“Remember him? We were best friends practically!Let's do this soon again.”
“Ten years, is that what it’s been?”
“Can't believe how time flies by…” We sang together.
“Leaving you makes me wanna cry.” I sang, intertwining our fingers.
“These bruises make for better conversation.
Loses the vibe that separates,
It's good to let you in again…
You're not alone in how you've been.
Everybody loses…
We all got bruises.
We all got bruises.”
“I would love to fix it all for you.” I sang to her and a tear slipped down my cheek. She didn’t know how true that was.
“I would love to fix you, too.” She ran her fingers down my cheek, wiping away my tears.
“Please, don't fix a thing whatever you do.” We sang together as she moved her head to rest on my shoulder.
“These bruises make for better conversation
Loses the vibe that separates
It's good to know you've got a friend
That you remember now and then
Everybody loses…” I sang softly to her while she stared over at me. We finished together, singing the chorus one final time.
“You came back to me.” I smiled at her, placing a kiss on her nose and setting my guitar down.
Dylan’s P.O.V:
“I never left you. I’ve been… here. Waiting on you.” I smiled at him, missing his face. At first, I thought I died and went to Heaven because it was so beautiful but nowhere is Heaven without Harry.
“I was waiting on you, too. I’m so sorry.” He murmured, tracing my cheek with his thumb.
“It’s not your fault.” I tried to comfort him, but he stood up fast, pushing away from me.
“It is my fault. I was supposed to take care of you! But instead, I had to take you to see your stupid father, who stupidly put you under the Alpha’s Curse and I took out the claw and I knew better. I knew better, Dylan.” He whispered the last line quietly, his bottom lip shaking. I didn’t look away from him the entire time. I put my hand under his chin and turned him to look at me.
His eyes connected with mine and his heart beat sped up. I lifted my face to his, standing on my knees because he was so tall and kissed him softly. His tears let loose and smeared on my face as he leaned down to deepen the kiss, tangling his hand in my ringlets and squeezing my waist with the other. I placed one hand on his chest and tugged on his brown curls, begging him to let me in. When he finally did, I transferred my arms to around his neck but I lost my balance, tumbling backwards and pulling him with me.
My back was flat with the ground and he was hovering over me. Harry’s horsehead touched mine and he stared into my eyes, causing me to smile.
“Why didn’t you wake up?” He asked me, his smile faltered.
“I didn’t know I could.” My heart pounded in my chest as his hot breath fanned over my face, making me wish he would connect his lips with mine again.
“I just… I went crazy thinking you wouldn’t come back to me.”
“I’ll always come back.” I smiled. I really believed I would. Harry had been my rock for so long, I couldn’t imagine living without him.
“Then come back with me.” I gave him a sad smile.
“I don’t think I can…” His fingers trailed the side of my face, brushing away a stray lock of hair.
“You can do whatever you want, Dylan. It’s your choice.” And then he was gone. I tried to reach out and grab him before he faded away but I was too late. Instead, I closed my eyes and wished to be with Harry. To be where ever he was.
Erin’s P.O.V:
Why is everything so screwed up? Harry passed out from touching Dylan, Gemma’s freaking out, talking to Anne and I can’t do anything to help. She told me to leave and come back later and even though I don’t want to go, I have something that I need to do.
“Gem, I’ll be back soon.” I grabbed my bag full of extra clothes and bolted through the front door. As soon as I was in the safety of the forest, I stripped down, put my clothes in my bag, tied it to my leg, and braced myself for what was to come. I concentrated on phasing and eventually, my bones shook, my eyes rolled back, and I tried to hold back my howling screech.
I ran as fast as I could toward Lexxi’s house, my wolf easily being able to handle it. Lexxi. She was the only thing that crossed my mind these days. Once I was in the shallow end of the forest, bordering her house, I phased back, letting out a small shriek of pain. I quickly got dressed and threw my bag on my back.
I made my way to the front of the house and raised my hand to knock but before I could, it swung open.
“What do you want?” I winced at the bitterness in her voice.
“Can I come in?” I asked, swallowing hard.
“No.” But she came out to me before I could protest. We ended up laying in the grass of her front yard. “You have five minutes. Speak.”
“Are you still mad at me?” I had to ignore the cold shoulder or I’d break down in tears right here in front of her.
“Leave me alone. You know what you did.” She got up and started to walk back to the door.
"You said I had five minutes!" I followed her.
"I change my mind. Get the hell away from my house."
“I’ve already said I was sorry, Lex! I don’t know what else you want from me.” I grabbed her arm, spinning her back to face me.
“I don’t want anything from you. Sorries just ain’t good enough anymore.” Then, she snatched away from me and walked up to her door, slamming it in my face.
“But… I think I’m falling in love with you.” I whispered quietly, hoping she’d hear and come back out. But her door stayed shut, and my heart stayed broken.
"What were you doing?" I smiled.
"Just tell me what's up, you cheeky bastard." The smile faded from my face.
"Oh, yeah. Dylan's been put under the Alpha's Curse."
"Oh, my..."
"And we took the claw out." I didn't even get to explain before she slapped me hard across the face.
"What the hell? I thought you were in love with this girl?"
"I am! I just... I wanted it to be better! She was in so much pain."
"Well, you totally made it worse! Is mum coming?"
"She's on her way. But listen, I think I found a way to make it better. But I need the rest of the pack." I wasn't sure if my idea would work or not. It could be just my imagination but... back in the cabin, that couldn't have been a ruse.
"Well, you can tell me about it while I get her set up the way Mum wants it done." She pushed past me, into the room, bumping into Erin who came in, sliding across the floor.
"Erin, make yourself useful and you two go get the futon from upstairs." She said, shooing us away. I was reluctant to leave Dylan but since it was my fault, I had to deal and do the right thing. Erin and I walked upstairs, silently.
"Do you think she'll be okay?" He asked, his face pale.
"I don't know." I looked down at the ground, so he wouldn't see the tears that fell down my face. He wouldn't understand. He wouldn't understand how much it hurt to be in love with someone for years who had already put you in the friend zone. He didn't understand how much it hurt to be the cause of your loved one's pain.
"Harry, it's not your fault." He said, as we made it to the top of the stairs. He knew me too well.
"Yes, it is." I turned into the guest room, avoiding his gaze.
"Harry." I didn't say anything. "Harry." Still nothing. I couldn't talk to him right now. Not without losing it. “Harry!” He called my name but this time, he grabbed my arm and whipped me around to face him.
“It is my fault! And don’t you try and tell me different! She was my responsibility, my girlfriend, my best friend! She was my future and now… now, she might not have one.” I screamed at him and when I’d lowered my voice from a scream, I cried. Dylan was the only girl I could imagine spending my life with and now it seemed like I couldn’t save her from the one fate she never should have had to endure.
“It’ll be fine. She’s fine… I promise.” He put his arm around me and patted my back, trying to comfort me without being too touchy feely with it.
“I need her… I need her to be okay.” I hated how weak I sounded but Dylan was my lifeline. She was the only one who understood all my pain. I couldn’t stand to lose her.
“She’s strong. She can fight it.” And then we stopped the conversation there because he picked up one side of the futon and I grabbed the other. We carried it down the stairs in silence, an occasional tear dripping down my face. I just wish I had the chance to tell her I love her, to kiss her lips and have her respond, to hear her voice again… because there’s no guarantee she’ll wake up from this curse.
“Gem… we have the bed.” We laid it out behind the couch I had laid her on but Gemma had moved her and was staring at her in the weirdest way.
“Guys… I think you should see this…” Instantly, Erin and I dropped the bed and ran over to the couch Gemma was staring at. I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. The area around where Dylan had been bitten was completely closed up, but it was like a big purple bruise and it was swollen. I had never seen a body react like that… it was… healing!
I couldn’t help but reach out to touch the bruised, exposed flesh.
“Harry, I don’t think you should,” Gemma started as Erin said, “Maybe you shouldn’t.” But I had to touch it anyway. I had to believe it was healing, not getting worse. The moment my fingertips touched her skin, she jolted, her body moving but her eyes staying closed.
Everything started to fade black and I felt myself falling. Still, I never removed my hand from Dylan’s stomach.
I looked around and all I could see was grass. I was in a meadow that was completely flat besides for a big weeping willow in the middle of the green field. My legs felt unsteady so I staggered over to the willow and sat down. For some reason, I felt the need to sing.
As soon as I started humming the words to Bruises by Train, my guitar appeared. I picked it up and played the chords.
“Haven't seen you since high school…
Good to see you're still beautiful
Gravity hasn't started to pull
Quite yet, I bet you're rich as hell…”
The song was missing something. The female singer. All of a sudden, the beautiful melody was coming from behind me.
“One that's five and one that's three.
Been two years since he left me…
Good to know that you got free
That town I know was keeping you down
On your knees.”
I whipped my head around, to be startled by Dylan. She was so beautiful. Unlike now, her eyes weren’t sunk in and her skin wasn’t pale and bruised. She was the Dylan I remembered from before. As she sang the female verse solo, she made her way over to me, her turquoise dress swishing around her thighs. I smiled at her silver studded converse. By the time she finished, she was sat in the grass next to me.
I couldn’t do anything but continue to play and sing the song, since I was so stunned. She sang along with me, swaying to the rhythm.
“These bruises make for better conversation.
Loses the vibe that separates,
It's good to let you in again…
You're not alone in how you've been.
Everybody loses…
We all got bruises.
We all got bruises.” I smiled at her and she smiled at me, knowing this was our favorite part of the song.
“Have you seen him?”
“Not in years! How 'bout her?”
“No, but I hear, she's in Queens with the man of her dreams.”
“Funny, back then she said that about you. Que sera, you'll never guess who I saw! Remember Johnny B.?”
“Remember him? We were best friends practically!Let's do this soon again.”
“Ten years, is that what it’s been?”
“Can't believe how time flies by…” We sang together.
“Leaving you makes me wanna cry.” I sang, intertwining our fingers.
“These bruises make for better conversation.
Loses the vibe that separates,
It's good to let you in again…
You're not alone in how you've been.
Everybody loses…
We all got bruises.
We all got bruises.”
“I would love to fix it all for you.” I sang to her and a tear slipped down my cheek. She didn’t know how true that was.
“I would love to fix you, too.” She ran her fingers down my cheek, wiping away my tears.
“Please, don't fix a thing whatever you do.” We sang together as she moved her head to rest on my shoulder.
“These bruises make for better conversation
Loses the vibe that separates
It's good to know you've got a friend
That you remember now and then
Everybody loses…” I sang softly to her while she stared over at me. We finished together, singing the chorus one final time.
“You came back to me.” I smiled at her, placing a kiss on her nose and setting my guitar down.
Dylan’s P.O.V:
“I never left you. I’ve been… here. Waiting on you.” I smiled at him, missing his face. At first, I thought I died and went to Heaven because it was so beautiful but nowhere is Heaven without Harry.
“I was waiting on you, too. I’m so sorry.” He murmured, tracing my cheek with his thumb.
“It’s not your fault.” I tried to comfort him, but he stood up fast, pushing away from me.
“It is my fault. I was supposed to take care of you! But instead, I had to take you to see your stupid father, who stupidly put you under the Alpha’s Curse and I took out the claw and I knew better. I knew better, Dylan.” He whispered the last line quietly, his bottom lip shaking. I didn’t look away from him the entire time. I put my hand under his chin and turned him to look at me.
His eyes connected with mine and his heart beat sped up. I lifted my face to his, standing on my knees because he was so tall and kissed him softly. His tears let loose and smeared on my face as he leaned down to deepen the kiss, tangling his hand in my ringlets and squeezing my waist with the other. I placed one hand on his chest and tugged on his brown curls, begging him to let me in. When he finally did, I transferred my arms to around his neck but I lost my balance, tumbling backwards and pulling him with me.
My back was flat with the ground and he was hovering over me. Harry’s horsehead touched mine and he stared into my eyes, causing me to smile.
“Why didn’t you wake up?” He asked me, his smile faltered.
“I didn’t know I could.” My heart pounded in my chest as his hot breath fanned over my face, making me wish he would connect his lips with mine again.
“I just… I went crazy thinking you wouldn’t come back to me.”
“I’ll always come back.” I smiled. I really believed I would. Harry had been my rock for so long, I couldn’t imagine living without him.
“Then come back with me.” I gave him a sad smile.
“I don’t think I can…” His fingers trailed the side of my face, brushing away a stray lock of hair.
“You can do whatever you want, Dylan. It’s your choice.” And then he was gone. I tried to reach out and grab him before he faded away but I was too late. Instead, I closed my eyes and wished to be with Harry. To be where ever he was.
Erin’s P.O.V:
Why is everything so screwed up? Harry passed out from touching Dylan, Gemma’s freaking out, talking to Anne and I can’t do anything to help. She told me to leave and come back later and even though I don’t want to go, I have something that I need to do.
“Gem, I’ll be back soon.” I grabbed my bag full of extra clothes and bolted through the front door. As soon as I was in the safety of the forest, I stripped down, put my clothes in my bag, tied it to my leg, and braced myself for what was to come. I concentrated on phasing and eventually, my bones shook, my eyes rolled back, and I tried to hold back my howling screech.
I ran as fast as I could toward Lexxi’s house, my wolf easily being able to handle it. Lexxi. She was the only thing that crossed my mind these days. Once I was in the shallow end of the forest, bordering her house, I phased back, letting out a small shriek of pain. I quickly got dressed and threw my bag on my back.
I made my way to the front of the house and raised my hand to knock but before I could, it swung open.
“What do you want?” I winced at the bitterness in her voice.
“Can I come in?” I asked, swallowing hard.
“No.” But she came out to me before I could protest. We ended up laying in the grass of her front yard. “You have five minutes. Speak.”
“Are you still mad at me?” I had to ignore the cold shoulder or I’d break down in tears right here in front of her.
“Leave me alone. You know what you did.” She got up and started to walk back to the door.
"You said I had five minutes!" I followed her.
"I change my mind. Get the hell away from my house."
“I’ve already said I was sorry, Lex! I don’t know what else you want from me.” I grabbed her arm, spinning her back to face me.
“I don’t want anything from you. Sorries just ain’t good enough anymore.” Then, she snatched away from me and walked up to her door, slamming it in my face.
“But… I think I’m falling in love with you.” I whispered quietly, hoping she’d hear and come back out. But her door stayed shut, and my heart stayed broken.
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12/25/13