Rita
Those idiots! I can't believe I'm back in this room, this dark masculine scary room, with that scary big bad wolf. I need to get out of here, I was planning to find Stan then run away with him, back to civilization, But then I just see him walking cowardly behind that man, I felt betrayed, left behind like the only yellow leaf left on a tree branch.
I pace the room , back and forth, my hands on my sides, trying to think of a plan B, trying to find a way to get out of here.I stop as I realize, I'm probably never getting back, and I can say goodbye to my job, not only that the manager will not accept me back, when he hears my story- if I ever get back, he will never believe me.
I sigh heavily as I sit on the edge of the bed, defeated, I feel my tears rolling down my cheeks, I look up "dios, por que? , why is this happening to me, why don't I have any luck in anything I do, I never had luck in life, I lost my parents, my sister, and just as I thought escaping to America was my chance to get a normal life, this happens to me, why dios? Why me?"I start to sob as I cover my face with my hands, but then a voice comes up "who are you talking to?" I stop sobbing ,and quickly wipe the tears away. If I'm going down, I will not go down so easily. I look at the door, and there he is, I smile sarcastically "ah, Mr.asshole" , he smirks and tilts his head , "or Hijo de puta as you called me before, by the way I know what that means" he shakes his finger at me "naughty girl" ,I stare at him in disbelief, whether it was the way he sounded in Spanish, or the way he called me a naughty girl, something inside me moved, and I watched as his face changed from playful to something else, something… dark. I gulped and started to think of a quick way to change the subject, before he attempted to kiss me again, because this time, I don't know if I can stop him, or if I want to.
I avert my gaze from him to the window on the side of the room, "why am I here?" , this seemed to work, because he moved from the door then took a char and sat "look at me", I shake my head "just answer me" , he says it again, this time firmly "I said, look at me when I'm talking to you", I turn my head slowly to face him, he stares at me in the eyes for a while, then he spakes "I already told you , we are mates", I frown and shake my head, my voice comes as a whisper "I don't understand what that means", he nods "then let me explain, and I want you to listen to me until I'm done, can you do that?" , I sigh , and look down at my hands, it's not like I have an other option, plus, part of me is curious to know, maybe if I get out of here I will have something to write in my story, so I nod, he nods back and starts explaining "the world of werewolves is very different from the world of humans, humans choose their mates, but we don't, you see, from the moment a werewolf is born, the moon goddess chooses his mate , and the werewolf's journey in life starts , as he has to find this mate, and continue with her the circle of life, to reproduce, and grow strong werewolves to take after him and be alphas", I stare at him as I try to wrap my mind around what he is saying, he searches my eyes as if trying to read my mind, "what? what are you thinking?", I frown and blink a few times "so, you're telling me that I, the fragile little human woman, am the supposed wife of a demon?", he shakes his head "demons do not have mates , they are born from fire so they are not capable of loving", at this point I'm out of words, so he sighs "listen, I know it must be weird for you, I know that you may have mixed feeling about this, so I will give you the time and space you need to think it over", he moves to stand up so I raise my hand for him to stop, he sits back down, "and what if I don't want this sort of connection?" he growls ," you need to think of such decision very well, because this could lead to a long , hard, death", I frown, "why? How come?" he shrugs "because it goes against the moon goddess' will, and I would be the one to blame because I couldn't fulfill my duty", I shake my head "that is so unfair, what if I don't want you? what if you did not want me in the first place?" he smiles at me "actually I'm very happy with the goddess' choice, after all I'm looking at you, what's not to want?",I feel my cheeks warm , that was actually nice to hear from him,regardless of the situation and timing, but for such kind words to come from such a handsome guy, means a lot. He chuckles "someone likes compliments", I shake my head "just, not used to hearing them", he turns serious "what do you mean?"Usually I'm a very closed person, no one knows my story or where I come from, but something inside me makes me feel that I actually want him to know me , to know everything. I close my eyes and sigh then I tell him "I come from Panama, I escaped because we have mobs there who go around looking for girls to either rape them or butcher them and sell their organs to the black market, I lost my sisters and if it wasn't for my parents, I wouldn't be here right now" , I open my eyes to find him staring at me intently with his jaw ticked, he ushers me to go on, "so I got here, had some money on me to get me a decent apartment, then, since I have good English I managed to get a job as a writer for the newspaper", I sigh as I start to feel the exhaustion from the day and memories that drain my energy "my boss never gave me a compliment over any story I brought him, and threatened to fire me unless I get him a good story" I look down at my hands "so one day I stumbled upon a report on the internet about Dogmen, and I decided to investigate it- I got my manager's permission, texted Stan and Jerry" he frowned "who?" I made a face "your…dinner", his eyes widened in realization and he nodded "ah , that one", I blinked at him but chose not to speak further about it so I continued "so we decided to meet at the local park, and the rest you already know" I say the last words with a yawn as I feel tired after telling my story, he stands up and looks down at me, "I see you're tired, I will leave you for now, get some rest, and we'll talk later", I nod, funny how telling your story to someone or something, makes you more relaxed around them, only this morning I kicked him in the balls, bit his lip and smacked him across the face, and by the afternoon I told him everything about me and let my guard down a little, I start to crawl back on the bed, but then I remember something, "hey" , he stops with his back turned to me, then looks at me behind his shoulder "need anything?", I feel my face blush, why the fuck am I bushing ,"um, I told you my whole story, but I don't know anything about you, can you at least tell me your name?" , he turns around to face me with a smirk "my name , is Xavier".