Consequences of a Reckless Night

Elena.

My head hurts, and I can feel my vision becoming blurry. Drunk, yeah. I was so fucking drunk. On top of that, I was also in a daze, trying to find my way out of this mess.

When I finally made it out of the crowd, I happened to be on the wrong side and was confronted by a policeman.

Ms. Willow was a werewolf, and also a policewoman. She oversaw the safety of the werewolves from a different position than the warriors, and she kept us safe.

When she recognized me, even more so in my drunken and wobbly state, she frowned, and stepped close to me, holding my elbow with her hand. I staggered as she led me to her car, shaking her head as she got into the car.

"Gosh, I really don't like this, your father will be angry if I go with you," She pulled open the back door of her police car, and ushered me inside. Her thick southern accent was clearly audible, and too much so. It happened when she was pissed off at someone.

It happened so fast that I completely forgot that I was not wearing shoes.

My head was already hurting badly by the time we drove up to my house. Half of her anger was continuous, and when she started to shut up, she quietly hissed, glaring at me through the rearview mirror.

Right away I closed my eyes, trying to calm my head and my stomach. It was no big deal, I tried to console myself. But it turns out it is. My parents are going to ground me for life.

We got to my house too fast for my liking, and she dragged me out of the car. I clung to her arm, mouthing nonsensical words, dragging my feet as we walked on the sidewalk to the porch of my house.

On the way, I stumbled as I pushed, trying to sharpen my focus, but failing miserably. This sucks, it was all I could think about.

"You are lucky I picked you up and not one of the other officers," Miss Willow said as she helped me up the stairs. Her face softened as she looked at me. Miss Willow cares so much for her own good, and that is what makes me like her.

Her caramel brown eyes left me, then she knocked on the door, several times. Four loud knocks and my heart broke.

When my mom opened the door, her eyes were filled with blazing fire. She must have seen me appear in the driveway and was waiting for us to arrive at the door.

I turned my face away from her blue eyes, and looked down, feeling helpless. Meanwhile, my father stood with his arms crossed in the background.

To be frank, I looked more like my father than my mom. I had his wavy brown hair and his big hazel eyes. My skin color was a mix between my father and mom, as my father was half-blood, and my mother was milky-white.

Despite that, most of my face looks like my mom's. The resemblance is not too striking unless you look at it for a long time. We have the same nose and chin. Our hearts, however, were polar opposites.

My mind went straight to Jane, she loved her mom so much, more like a friend than a mother. I never understood that, because a mother is still a mother. We love them as the person who gave birth to us, helped us when we were sick, made us laugh, and gave us the kind of love that is unimaginable. But loving them as a friend seems a bit off.

I love my mom as a mother, but our hearts are very the opposite. My heart is filled with so many useless things. I liked useless things, things that were of no matter. I had no purpose in life, and I had no idea what I wanted to do.

I used to look forward to having a mate because I thought I would understand myself better when I had a part of myself. But as it turned out, I was even more clueless about myself than before.

So when my mom opened the door, looking disappointed and ready to scream, I realized just how different we were. She would never go to parties as a teenager, she would stay home and study. She always knew what she wanted, and she did everything she could to achieve her goals.

It's just that I'm not like her.

But in many ways I'm similar, aren't I? Too many things, if you ask me. So, while I felt the tension in that room, I also felt something else. Fear.

They were afraid, like they always are when I go out. Afraid that I would not come back. That is how parents are, and that is how they are.

I feel guilty, but when have I not felt guilty? I always felt bad for one reason or another.

"Elena Brown, come into the house right now!" My mom's loud, booming voice snapped me out of my long, rambling reverie. In this case, Mom was the head of the house, and everyone knew it.

Without thinking, I went straight into the house, and I felt instantly at ease. The smell of vanilla-flavored cookies. It was all over. On the couch I find Killian sitting, reading a book, not caring about the situation. He only looked up from his book when I walked into the living room and collapsed on the couch opposite him, groaning because I did.

Truly he was coming out on top, and it really made me pissed off. But the thing that made me even more pissed off was that he didn't show it at all. If it were me, I would have done it. Instead, he just sat there, calmly waiting for my parents to scold me.

Oh, I really hate you for your stoicism.

"Where have you been? What were you thinking, huh? What are you doing? Answer me!" My mom seemed to get stressed while continuing to ask endless questions, but getting no answers.

I just shrugged, while letting my hair fall over my face, to shield my eyes. I put my hands under my thighs to keep them from shaking.

"Do you know how it feels when my daughter is being taken home in a police car while she's drunk?!"

I wanted to say nothing, but I restrained myself. I have dug this grave, I can't crawl out now. Meanwhile, Killian is just silent, looking at my screaming mom. Both of his hands clutched the book tightly with every word before he loosened his grip and placed the book in front of him.

"I'm sorry," was all I could say when my mom stopped screaming. My consciousness was slipping away, my brain was not working right.

My mom became silent, and she turned to Miss Willow.

"Thank you, Isabel, I don't know how to repay you," my mom said as she took Miss Willow's hand and Miss Willow smiled gently as she patted my mom's hand.

"It's okay, anything that can keep her safe."

Then Miss Willow excused herself, while I sat in silence as my parents talked to each other.

I rested my chin on my palms, closing my eyes. When I opened them, I saw Killian staring at me, his green eyes studying my face. He did not seem to care that I was watching him, in fact, he continued to watch me.

My mother noticed that I was almost asleep, and grumpily sighed, rubbing her forehead tiredly.

"Mr. Lockwood, can you take Elena to her room? Her room is at the last door on the right," My mom turned around to argue with my father once more. Maybe he was trying to defend me, that was what he always did since I was his only daughter. He usually understands me better than my mom.

Then Killian started to get up slowly walked around the coffee table, and halted when he reached me. I tried to get away from him, trying to get to my feet. Instead, I just fell back onto the couch, a growl escaping my mouth as my breath caught.

"What a silly girl," Killian grumbled to himself, as he bent down to pick me up. One of his arms went under my legs, while the other wrapped around my waist to hold me up. He held my entire weight with ease like it was no problem. Of course.

When he made his way to the stairs, my parents barely noticed, as he went straight by them. He climbed the stairs slowly, carefully. I found myself falling asleep in his arms as I drifted off as he carried me to bed.

I was already too tired to open my eyes, but I could hear him opening my bedroom door. I did not even open my eyes as I gasped out of the blue, I only heard him cursing. He must have tripped over something.

He laid my body on the bed carefully, pulled my blanket back, and then pulled the blanket back over to my body.

Then I rolled over, finally turning my head towards him. I could hear his breathing as he gazed at me, and as he looked around the room. At that moment Lexi was happy with her closeness, enjoying it.

My mind became very heavy and fuzzy and I almost fell asleep. Until finally before I actually fell asleep, I felt his jacket wrinkle as he moved, leaning over.

He brushes the hair off my face. The last thing I felt before I actually fell asleep was him rubbing his thumb on my cheek.

Then the last thing I heard was him walking away.