Chapter 7: Flashback

Flashback

Rob Maxwell

12 years old

We were at a party; there were girls, drinks. Obviously we weren't supposed to be there, we were only 12, but hey, they're the ones who let us in.

About halfway into the party, my friend, William, got into a fight with some kid named Max. I was trying to stop it when I saw Max with a knife, so I pushed him with as much force as I could not wanting to risk William or I's life.

When I pushed him, his head hit the ground. He died from the impact of his head hitting the ground, it had given him brain damage. We had tried to keep him alive, before the paramedics had gotten there we were looking everywhere for that knife I saw.

It was sticking out of his side, I knew it wasn't the right thing to do to just pull it out. He'd lose to much blood, even though we all knew he was dead anyway I didn't want to do anything I shouldn't. So we just waited until the paramedics got there, who told us he was gone.

Flashback over

Ava Lynn

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I didn't even know about the werewolf thing yet" "At least you were trying to protect your friend" "Huh, we shouldn't have been there anyway... he'd probably still be alive if we didn't" He said sadly.

"You don't know that, though" "You know, he would've liked you" "Yeah? Why's that?" "He liked people who help his friends and he would've thought you were so beautiful" "How do you know that?" I chuckle, my eyebrows furrowed.

"Because we had the same taste in women" My cheeks turn red. "Is that your way of calling me beautiful?" He chuckled and nods. "Yeah" "You should work on your complimenting and flirting skills, Rob... it's hard to tell when your doing it" "Noted" "But thank you, Rob, your pretty handsome yourself" He raised his eyebrows at me and I shake my head, laughing.

"I have work tomorrow, so I'm going to sleep, you know where the door is" I say with a smile on my face, heading towards my room.

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Dear diary,

Yesterday Rob told me how he became a werewolf. It was really interesting, turns out... you have to kill someone in order to trigger the curse. He was only 12 years old when he turned. It was only an accident. Just trying to protect his friend, then again, he was at a party he shouldn't havFe been at to begin with. Either way, it's wrong on so many levels.

I'm gonna see, later today, if I can figure out if he knows the story of why vampires and werewolves have a fued. Because I don't know why, but something tells me... he does. I'm just hoping he'll tell me if he does know.

~Ava Lynn~