LUCILLE'S DREAM VII

Lucille stared at her mother after the latter had proposed to tell a story if she would just calm down, and sighed. She took in a deep breath before sitting down on the bed again, curiosity winning over her unbelief.

"Okay, I am ready." She said, clutching her palms together, so tightly that they began to sweat.

  Sheila soughed, and nodded. "Okay, my dear. Here it goes." 

"I am a werewolf, a hybrid actually. I am a werewolf and a witch." She started, and Lucille shot up from the bed again, her hand to her chest.

"Stop..." She mentioned. "Stop please..." She pleaded, not wanting the story to be true. She just wanted to be human. What was this all about now?

"You are lying..." She said, even her guts believed the words of her mother. This was the truth, nothing else.