One Day, I Woke Up A Werewolf

Hailey's POV

I ran after her but I wasn't fast enough. The time I took thinking she could be the one behind the death of my parents, gave her enough time to leave and I may never see her again.

"You okay?" Brett asks me as I walk in to the kitchen. I look up at him and around the kitchen. "Where's Jaxon?" I ask as I feel the panic begin to build up in my body from not seeing him. I sit on the bar stool as I start to feel dizzy, sadness overtaking me and shocking my system. With Jaxon here, I don't feel, it's as if he drains me of all feelings and I remain calm but now, now I have to feel. My body is forcing me to feel and I can't, I just can't.

"Jaxon?" I call out in panic. Brett runs around the Island to stand next to me.

"He ran after Stacy. He's on his way back." Brett tells me but that doesn't help and I try to stand to run after him. Now I don't even take two steps before my legs give out but Brett is quick with his hands and he catches me.

"You want Jaxon? Fine." He says before helping me up and allowing me to hold on to him as we walk out the door.

Jaxon was standing on the driveway, talking to a man that was standing next to Stacy. They all turn to look at me and I hold on tighter to Brett.

This man looked exactly like my father and I know my dad does not have siblings. A rush of anger takes over, every other feeling taking the back seat as I stomp my way towards my dad. He was my father, the man was not dead.

"What is this? You faked your own death?" I ask out loud.

"No idiot! This is Theo!" Stacy shouts out and I chuckle at her dumbness.

"No you idiot. This is dad and what you are both doing is wrong! I almost cried for you! I'm trying so hard not to cry, so so hard not to break down and yet here you are being the shitty dad I know you are. Well done! Job well done on being so insanely petty and criminal!" I say in anger.

"Young lady, I am not your father. I am his twin brother but we were separated at birth." Dad says. "Wow! So you still want to play dead huh? Okay I'll humor you then. Who are you then?" I ask, folding my arms and tapping my foot as I wait for an answer.

"I'm Theo." He says so calmly. I step back from them but Jaxon holds my hand.

"You hurt my aunt.” I say, making him chuckle.

"Wasn't it a wolf that hurt her? How could it have been me?" He asks and I bite my lip, he made sense.

"I dont know what game you two are playing but if that's they way you want to play it, then you won't get a funeral. I'll just burn you in to ash and sprinkle them in the backyard." I say, hoping that would anger him

My father loved attention and he would die for real if he thought I would not give him a proper burial. He would want to see people cry for him and talk about him as if he was a good man.

He was not, my father is not one of the good ones. He knew it and I knew it but if I came from him and I was decent then he could be too, he had to be.

I know he was no good to my mother and he will never again get the chance to right the many wrongs there with my mother gone but he could at least be good to me, to the world. He can amend the relationships he ruined with his selfish ways. I prayed every damn day for my dad to at least try to be a dad.

To attend all of my prize giving ceremonies and even though I suck so bad at sports, I wish he had made the effort to be one of the parents on the bleachers chanting my name and cheering me on. Instead it was my mother until it wasn't anymore. Until I was the only kid out on the field without a parent and that is why I don't play any sports.

He couldn't even take the time out of his not so busy life of just laying around with Stacy in the house and take me to my new school, help me settle in. He was my only parent and here he was trying to rid himself of me, to get rid of me for good because he didn't want me.

"I'm not your father, I'm sorry." He continues to deny me.

"Am I that bad of a daughter that you'd need to kill yourself so I could let you go? I didn't ask anything of you! You were barely a father then so what makes you think I'd ask you of anything now? All you've done is spend my money and leave me a half wrecked house that's probably going to cost me a fortune to revive!" I say as the tears fall down my face.

"Oh don't be dramatic. I swear your daddy died, he really stopped breathing. This man is not him, he wishes that he was Theo." Stacy says to me.

"Enough! Stop torturing the poor girl, she has lost enough as it is and she does not even know the full story. Theodore, handle your bitch." Grandma says. We all turn to face her.

"Grandma Ferguson?” I ask. It's been a long time since I last saw her. I was probably 6 when I last saw her but she has not changed or aged one bit.

"Yes, it is I." She dramatically says, holding up her cane that she doesn't really need

"Have you read my letter little Hailey?" She asks me and I shake my head no

"Well then, I'll have to tell you the story myself. Theo, you'll want to here for this. If anything, you might just be this little girl's father.” She says before walking past all of us.

Wait what? This is Theodore?