Trixie POV
Morning came and since I was scheduled off today, I slept until almost noon. Mom and Dad gone at work I had no one to worry about being home. I made my way to the Kitchen downstairs and made myself some brunch, scramble cheesy eggs and bacon with some brown sugar toast and a glass of orange juice. It was wonderful. After breakfast I cleaned my room and did my laundry and took a long bubble bath shaving my legs and getting ready for a night out tonight, I packed up my make up and hair tools, clothes for tonight and pajamas and an outfit to come home tomorrow in. By the time I completed all of this is was about 3 pm and I decided a nap would be great considering I had no idea how late I was going to be out tonight. Set my alarm for 5 pm and sent out a text in our group chat. All my stuff is packed and ready for tonight in the city. Going take a nap until 5. See you guys soon!They all reacted with smiley faces or heart emojis and with that I was out. *** Hearing a slight knocking on my door, I Peak one eye open to see its just 430pm and My mom is at the opening my bedroom door. I slowly sit up and she begins talking to me. “Sleepy head Trixie. I just got home and wanted to check on you. I am about to make some sandwiches to hold us over until dinner; would you like one?” I nodded while rubbing the sleep from my eyes and stretching up. Heading down stairs with my mom, watching her as she finishes the sandwich and cuts it and gives half to me and poors us a glass of tea. “Are you looking forward to your senior year?” she asks. I nod “ I am but I am just nervous about what is next. I am not sure I want to go to college but going right to work doesn’t seem right with me either. I am not sure what I want to do just yet. Did you know when you were 17?” “ At 17 you’re not expected to know what you want to do forever. I think that the thought that you would is quite ridiculous, but I would like you to follow your dreams and do what make you happy, whatever that may be when you find it.” She said as she patted my arm and took another bite. “Do you think dad feels the same?” Not wanting to disappoint either of them. She nods and smiles at me. We finish our sandwiches in silences and lean my head against my mom. Its in moments like these I am curious to what my birth parents did, if it would give me any insight as what I was supposed to do with my life. Shaking that thought out of my head I know I am lucky to have gotten adopted when I was just a baby from the system. Most people grow up roughly growing through it with foster parents neglect and abuse. Luckily my parents had been fostering for about a year when I came alone, unable to have their own children once placed with me as an infant they were able to adopt me in about a year and quit fostering. I would figure it out over time what I was meant to do. In that moment dad came through the door looking stressed from his job at one of the towns factories. I knew dad didn’t have much passion for what he did, but it allowed him to be active with me growing up at t-ball games and then dance recitals and I played basketball in middle school when I decided I was done doing a lot of the extra curriculum activities. Plus, he got all the holidays off with pay and I had heard them talk about how he factory offer free health insurance which apparently was a huge thing. Looking up he saw mom had already made him a sandwich too. He smiled at us and came over standing behind my mom and giving her a kiss on the top of her head and whispered something in her ear. Barely overhearing him I heard “You are the most beautiful sandwich maker in all of the world.” I couldn’t help but grin at them, watching mom smile and look up and seeing them kiss each other and then turn their attention over to me. “I saw you made it in before curfew last night. Thank you.” Knowing he was talking to me. “Of course dad. How was work?” “Just another day, Couldn’t wait to get home to these beautiful young ladies here and share a moment with you before you go for your slumber party tonight at Abby’s house.” Rolling my eyes at the mention of a “slumber party” “Dad, they stop becoming slumber parties after middle school. Its just a sleep over” He just chuckled to himself and nodded. “I actually have Abby coming to get me at 6.” He looked down at his watch only to chew faster and to begin speaking “Well that is in about 10 mins. Do you need any money for pizza or whatever you girls are going get into tonight?” He asked already fishing out his wallet and getting out some cash to hand over to me. “I am not going to turn down money, but I think I have saved enough.” I say giggling grabbing the fifty dollars he handed me. He just grunted at me causing me and mom both to laugh at him. “I am going to go mow and weed eat seeing the grass get to high doesn’t sit right with me.” Dad says peaking out the kitchen window. He walked over and gave me a hug while putting our dishes in the sink. “Love you; behave tonight. If you need anything me or mom are just a text or call away, ok?” He said. “Okay dad! Love you!” Ding!Be there in 5 – AbbyAbbys message came through to confirm what dad said it was time to go. I walked over to my mom and gave her a big squeeze for our conversation earlier today, never pressuring me and just loving me and wanting me to be happy is all my parents wanted. She hugged me back before placing a peck on my forehead. Then I darted up stairs grab my things and met Abby just as she was pulled into my driveway. “Just throw your bags in the trunk!” Abby hollered out the window of her car. I walked around back and placed them in her trunk which was empty, so I had plenty of room. Then got in shot gun in her car. She turned up the radio as we pulled out and we started singing one of the popular songs on the radio right now we both knew and headed over to Jerica’s house and grabbed her and then last Janet. With the car packed full of us and the trunk full of our things we headed straight to Abby's house to unload and get ready. Abby’s parents knew we were all sleeping over there and sent us pizza about 7 pm so we junked out on that and soda for dinner. Then we cleaned up and it was time to get ready for our night in the city!By the end of the week, the pack finally felt like it was breathing again. Jerica was released from the hospital Saturday morning, her color restored, her strength returning in small but steady waves. She was still walking with caution, her ribs not yet fully mended, but the doctors agreed she was strong enough to recover at home. Physical therapy would begin on Monday, and though she pretended to dread it, Jake swore he saw a spark of determination in her eyes when she signed her release papers.Trixie had been her shadow all week, never missing a night at the hospital. Between classes and assignments, she’d made a point to sit beside Jerica’s bed, reviewing her own homework while explaining lessons to her friend. Jerica had laughed at one point, saying it felt like she had her own personal tutor. “You just don’t want me falling behind you,” she teased. But Trixie knew the truth — it wasn’t about school. It was about making sure Jerica knew she wasn’t alone.By Tuesday, Joe delivered
The sterile hospital smell hit me the second I pushed through the swinging doors, but it didn’t matter — I hardly noticed. My heart pounded in my ears, my footsteps echoing down the hall as I practically sprinted past the nurses’ station. I must’ve looked frantic, because one of them glanced up from her clipboard with wide eyes, but I didn’t stop. All I could think about was Jerica. Room 214.I nearly skidded around the corner, my hair slipping from its tie and bouncing against my shoulders. When I reached the doorway, I didn’t bother knocking. I burst in. Everyone’s heads snapped toward me — Jake, perched carefully on the edge of Jerica’s bed with a steaming bowl in his hand; Eric, leaning casually against the window frame; Melissa sitting in the visitor’s chair. And Jerica — my best friend — awake, upright, her hair a little mussed, a sling supporting her arm. She looked pale but alive.They all stared at me like I had grown two heads. “Where’s the fire?” Jerica asked, her lips curv
Jake’s POVSunday night had fallen, the room bathed in soft golden light from the lamp in the corner. The hospital always smelled faintly of antiseptic and herbs, but tonight it was almost comforting. Jerica was still asleep, though they’d finally unhooked the herbal drip earlier in the evening. It was progress, the kind that made everyone breathe a little easier — but she still hadn’t opened her eyes.I sat beside her, her delicate hand resting in mine. My thumb traced slow circles across the back of it, the pattern familiar, soothing to both of us. I hummed the lullaby I always did when it was just us now, only this time Melissa was in the room too. She insisted on staying the night, and said she wanted to be here when her baby woke up. I didn’t mind. Jerica deserved all the love in the world, and if Melissa could give her another piece of it, all the better.Laying my head on the mattress, I turned to look at Jerica’s face. The worst of the bruises had faded now. The lighter ones w
Trixie’s POVWhen I woke up that morning, the first thing I noticed was the single rose lying delicately on the pillow beside me. A folded note rested underneath it, Trevor’s familiar, precise handwriting scrawled across the paper.Had to leave early. Meeting with Alpha Sam today. Thomas will be downstairs at 7 a.m. to take you to school. Love you. –TI smiled faintly, picking up the rose and bringing it to my nose. It smelled fresh, sweet — just like him. It was a thoughtful gesture, sure, but part of me couldn’t help the sigh that slipped out. A flower was nice… but a good morning kiss would’ve been better. Still, it was Trevor. His world was full of responsibilities, threats, and constant strategy. And even when he couldn’t be here, he still tried to leave me with a piece of himself. That thought softened the disappointment, at least a little.I slipped out of bed, went through my routine, and dressed for school. Jeans, a cozy sweater, hair pulled into a loose braid. Normal. I want
Trixie’s POVThe soft hum of the truck’s engine filled the space around us as Trevor drove us down the winding road toward my parents’ house. The sky outside was streaked with shades of lavender and gold, the last light of the evening sun giving way to the approaching night. I sat with my elbow propped against the window, absently tracing the fog of my breath on the glass, while the radio played a sad, soulful song I couldn’t resist singing along to.Trevor’s hand rested casually on the steering wheel, his other hand relaxed against his thigh. To anyone else, he probably looked calm and collected, but I knew him better than that. His jaw was set, his eyes focused straight ahead, and though he gave a little smile when I sang too loudly at the chorus, I could tell his thoughts were miles away. I softened my voice, watching him out of the corner of my eye. “You’re thinking too hard again,” I teased lightly. His gaze flicked to me for just a second before returning to the road. “Maybe,” h
Jake’s POVThe steady rhythm of the monitor was the only thing reminding me that Jerica was still here. Still breathing. Still fighting.I sat beside her hospital bed, my chair pulled as close as it could get without climbing in next to her. I hadn’t left her side since the moment we got her here. Not really. Even when Melissa and Eric forced me to step away for a shower or a meal, my mind stayed here. Always here.They’d been taking shifts — Melissa and Eric — so they didn’t burn out completely. They were better at reminding each other of that balance, better at stepping back for a few hours. But not me, my wolf scratched at me, restless, desperate to stay next to her. Leaving her felt wrong, like abandoning her when she needed me most. Laura had turned into a sweet, selfless Laura. She had been keeping us all afloat. She hated being left alone at the house, I could feel that even when she didn’t say it, but she was the kind of person who turned her worry into action. She cooked and