Dear Diary, I'm A Werewolf

Night

Grabbing my diary, I write down everything that happened today. If I am indeed losing my mind, I want to remember everything that led up to this.

Once I finish up with that, I get my phone from my backpack so I can set my alarm for tomorrow morning.

Eleven missed calls and a couple of texts from Richard. He's ridiculous. At least he didn't call the cops and send out a search party for me. Looking at the text messages, there's one from a number I've never seen before.

Kylie, are you okay?

This is Cameron, btw.

My finger lingers over his phone number. There's so much I want to say, but I don't want Richard to overhear me. Who knows where that creep is within the house.

I'm fine. Thanks for asking. I- I don't want to lose my job, but I'm not allowed back until Monday.

Don't worry about your job. Worry about your mental and physical health. Is that asshole hurting you?

I think about the question and warmth fills me with how much concern Cameron has. He really is a sweetheart. I have no doubt that if I was being harmed that he and Brandon would beat the s**t out of Richard.

That thought alone brings a smile to my face.

As I'm about to reply to the text, there's a knock on my bedroom door.

I open the door to see Henry, our butler, on the other side.

"Ma'am, dinner is to be eaten in your room tonight. You may join your parents for breakfast in the morning."

With that said, he hands me the tray he is holding and walks away. My blood boils at the mention of parents. Richard is NOT my father.

I should be hungry, but my mood has me placing the tray down and hopping back into bed. I'm startled when I feel a vibration near my head. Oh, that explains why I didn't hear any of the phone calls from Richard. My phone is still on vibrate from school.

"Hello?" I quietly answer Cameron's call.

"Oh, thank the moon goddess you answered. You never replied to my text and we were a minute away from storming over to your house."

"We?"

"Yes, we. I don't appreciate the way that bastard talks to you," Brandon says.

"He had no problem laying a hand on a stranger, so we need to know if he is hurting you. Please, be honest."

"Not physically, but can we talk about this next week? In-person?"

"We rather not wait that long."

They don't give me a second to respond as they quickly hang up. Did I get them mad? Whatever. I'll deal with them when I go back to work on Monday.

Getting back to the task at hand, I turn the volume up on my phone and set my alarm.

I'm exhausted, but my brain won't allow me to fall asleep as a million thoughts rush through my mind.

Tossing and turning, I punch my pillow in frustration. How the hell could such much happen in just one day?

"Go to the window."

Oh, great. The mysterious voice is back.

"Leave me alone!" I whisper shout out loud. I wish my Dad was here to fight away the monsters like he used to. When I was a little girl, I was convinced that there was a vampire sneaking into my room every night just watching me. I told my Dad about it and he said he would get rid of it. Ever since then, I never saw the vampire again. My Dad was my hero and now he's gone.

I know vampires are not real, but the voice I'm hearing is. If I told my Mom, she would just laugh at me and Richard would probably send me to an institute for the insane.

Sitting upright in bed, I stare toward my window. Why does the voice want me to go to it?

Okay, I'm intrigued. With my final decision, I slowly walk to my bedroom window. The moon shines bright in the star-scattered sky. Once again, I'm reminded of my Dad. We used to sit outside and just star gaze while talking about anything and everything.

"Cute pajamas."

Just as I'm about to scream, a hand is quickly clasped over my mouth.

"Shh, it's just us."

I calm immediately at the familiar voice of Brandon.

This must be a dream, right? As Brandon removes his hand from my mouth, I begin laughing hysterically.

"Kylie, what's so funny," asks Brandon in his serious voice.

After a moment of laughing, I finally calm down a bit in order to speak properly.

"What's funny is how insane I am becoming. First, I hear a voice in my head throughout the day, and now I am imagining you two in my bedroom. But, okay. Sure, I'll go along with this vivid imagination. Enlighten me, why are you here? Are we about to have a threesome?"

"Kylie!" Brandon exclaims in shock while Cameron smirks.

Brandon looks over at his brother and elbows him harshly in the ribs. "Cameron, this is serious."

A loud knock on my bedroom door is enough to make the three of us fall quiet.

Not bothering to look if the brothers are hiding, I swing the door open.

"What the hell is going on in here?" Rolling my eyes at Richard, I reply with "About to have a threesome, now leave us alone." As I go to slam the door on him, he grabs hold of it.

"I knew I heard other voices in here. Where are they, huh?"

Even in my dream, Richard is still a complete asshole. As he grabs my wrist and makes me look at him, I suddenly realize that this is real.

Oh. My. God.

My face heats up in embarrassment from what I said to Brandon and Cameron.

"Why are you blushing? Hmm? Is it because you like me being rough and grabbing you? If so, I can grab more than just your wrist."

"Ew, f**k off."

The second those words escape my mouth, my face burns from the slap I just received.

Biting my tongue, I refuse to cry or show pain in front of this creep. He, on the other hand, lets out an agonizing scream. Finally looking up, I am in too much shock to move.