Two

Adeline’s pov

What the heck was Cecilia trying to prove by doing this, I wondered despondently as I backed away gingerly from the approaching trio.

She smiled at me , waving her hands forward and I all I could see was the evil glint in her eyes and the smirk curling her lips. My heart pounded erratically, she must have known I wasn’t feeling too good. I wasn’t good with pain, so I was more than ninety percent sure I had been moaning my head off in that seat over there.

It couldn’t be she had gone to seek help, seeing that she was approaching with three boys. I scurried away, my stomach punching me in disapproval. There was a lot of gurgling going down there and I was pretty sure I was going to die. There had to be an exit here or at least a grownup, but all I could see was the swarms of decorations tiled onto the cream wall and an empty hallway.

I was yet to tap into my inner wolf, so I could barely communicate with anyone. In essence, I was officially screwed.

“ Hold on, Adeline. Stop walking so fast, Aaron wants to ask you something?” Cecilia yelled, her voice echoing and quickening my footsteps instead.

I wondered absently, what she said to Aaron to make him also come after me. I walked straight into a closed off wall in a hallway and I backed up a step to avoid hitting my head. Dang it! I was trapped!

“ Adeline!” Cecilia’s annoying voice rang too close for comfort. Unconsciously, I felt my cousin might not like me as much as I thought. I mean wasn’t it obvious I was avoiding them? But seriously though, I paused grabbing my stomach feeling a bit angry myself. Why was I running away? This was a natural thing that happened to women every month. It meant I was a woman, it wasn’t like they could use it to embarrass me since they all knew who my father was.

All this passed through my mind strengthening my resolve to stand straighter and look forward for them to arrive, I would also give Cecilia a piece of my mind too.

After what felt like minutes, no one came into where I was. Then I heard an unmistakably familiar voice and a head poking out from the wall ..

“ Pumpkin?”

The sheer amount of relief that crashed into me almost made me buckle down.

“ Daddy!” I cried in Glee, but my stomach clenched harshly shutting me up. He rushed towards me speedily grabbing my hand and peering at me in worry.

“ What’s wrong?” he asked, I didn’t manage to choke out a reply before I fainted.

That happened a year ago, but was still fresh in my mind. Apparently, young female werewolves experience excruciating pain on their first period, nine just happened to be in the festivities. But Dad had been there, and everything turned out alright. Later on I found out from my Dad that he had sensed a weird feeling and he went back to check up on me.(That’s how close we are!)

Then he had seen Cecilia and the guys coming after me. He had known something was fishy, so he reprimanded them and sent them on their way. My Dad was the ultimate definition of my hero.

So you can imagine my feelings not seeing him here present to mark my entry into being a teenager.

“ Stop being all sulky, it’s not like it’s the end of the world. He will still come back sheesh”Cecilla stated, I had been purposely ignoring her. She was sitting by the coffee table slurping on some juice, her tanned legs crossed and peeking out from her ivory white flowery dress.

I had still not gotten over what Cecilia did, for some reasons now plus past experiences had led me to the impregnable belief that she had it out for me. She would get angry easily and say some mean things, then apologize later with sweets. But she seemed to be putting me down every time she could like now she was making me come out to be one kind of spoilt brat. Which I definitely wasn’t, I just want my daddy now.

I snuck my mom a glance pointing with my eyes Cecilia’s attitude. I had told her time and time again that I felt quite distinctly might I add. Cecilia didn’t like me. Sure, I had suspected over the years. But it became definite after that night.

Mom rolled her eyes heaven-ward, the one that spelled out me being overdramatic. When I had told Dad, he also agreed it me that it was hundred percent fishy. But mom always made me feel like I had made it up in my head. Like I literally derive hoy from imagining the worst out of people.

If you hadn’t noticed by now, we don’t get along well. Mostly because we are two dramatic individuals trying to best each other.

 “ Your cousin is right” Mom said taking Cecilia’s side, no big surprise there. Cecilia smiled warmly at mom, her eyes lightening up and her lashes fluttering like crazy. The funny thing is I’ve seen that look work dozens on time on people, especially adults. They just can’t help falling for the cute girl Cecilia who is all charms.

“ Thanks auntie” she quipped sweetly and Mom grinned back at her, ruffling her hair

Great! Someone get me a toilet to barf. Preferably medium size.

Aunt Rosa came in with a pot of stew and dropped the pot on the table.

“ Alright, let’s all be calm” she cooed softly.

Millie was already setting up the table, her body shifting from side to side as if she was uncomfortable. Yeah, but not as uncomfortable as I felt.

“ You should learn from your cousin” Mom continues barreling on even though my face is starting to look like storms and clouds.

What did I want to learn from her? And why was I getting a scolding on my special day? All this didn’t seem fair.