13: Fighting

Skye

After walking off I walked through quite a bit of forest, just to get completely away from anyone being able to hear what I'm about to do. Once I reached a spot I deemed worthy I stopped walking and stood still for a few quiet seconds, then shifted into a tiger. I snarled loudly and charged at a random tree then started clawing the shit out of it, growling and hissing in pure anger. I also constantly bit at the tree as I clawed it, I only stopped when it started hurting too much. I then shifted back and started punching and kicking the tree, screaming at it in fury. After a couple minutes of doing that I took out one of my knives and started stabbing and slicing at the extremely damaged trunk. About ten minutes later I stopped and whipped around to glare at a different tree that was behind where I was originally facing.

"Get the fuck out of here Dylan. I fucking know you're there. Like fucking always." I spat, causing him to finally stop hiding like a pussy while blood trickled from my mouth. Though, probably smart he stayed in hiding this long, otherwise I'd have done that shit to him instead of the tree. I death glared him as he stepped out from behind the tree I glared at. I could see the hurt in his expression, too bad for him I felt worse than he looks.

"Quet—"

"Don't fucking call me that. I have a fucking name." I interrupted angrily, hurting him more. Hurting myself more. Why do I feel a twinge of regret for it? Whatever.

He looked at the ground sadly then continued, "Skye... Please hear me out before you decide on something that isn't true....." I snarled and felt leopard fangs grow in.

"And what the hell could it possibly fucking be Dylan? Hmm? Something like 'I'm so sorry for keeping this from you but uh yeah I've been knowing everything you think and feel for the past six years, still gonna date me though right?' Does that sound about right? Sounds accurate to me."

I growled which made him flinch slightly, but then he looked a little more determined and replied, "No. It doesn't sound right at all. What IS right is the fact that I've only ever felt the occasional internal hurt and pain. And I've pretty much never heard any of your thoughts because you defend yourself so much you make it impossible to hear them whether I want to or not. AND last I checked I told you I thought I heard your voice in my head back when you were locked in a basement. So stop assuming things you know aren't really true. I only ever know what you feel on the inside when you let me past even just one of your walls. I love you to fucking death Skye I wouldn't deliberately keep something that personal from you. If I was hearing every thought of yours, I'd have told you six years ago whether you'd even look at me back then or not because you deserve to know stuff like that." I felt like a category five tornado was tearing through a category five hurricane and they were having a war with a giant volcano eruption within me. I didn't even know what to feel anymore, but I am not going to just end up happy or guilty feeling about him saying all of that. I balled my hands into fists and looked away to glare at the ground beside me. "To clear the air more, I know you don't realize it but your eyes give away the happiness you get when I'm around. And right now you're practically emanating pain." My head snapped up to look at him again, pure shock probably on my face.

My ears twitched as I glared at him then spat, "And what would you possibly know about pain? You have the perfect life. Two sisters, both parents happily married who let you live with them still. With two dogs, a big house. You're a god damn angel for fuck sake. You've had fucking everything your whole life. It's a wonder you even know the word pain."

He looked away from me and didn't answer for a bit, I was about to turn and leave to go deeper into the trees but then he spoke up, "My dad is actually my step dad. My biological dad was an alcoholic who used to beat my mom and scare the hell out of my older sister, then got my mom pregnant with me, waited a few years before getting her knocked up again and ditching her to struggle alone. That story I told you about dive falling then catching yourself with your wings? Was a test to see if I was actually worthy of having wings, I almost didn't pass. If I had failed that, I'd be dead. And trying to practice fly, I've broken bones so many times I've lost track of how many or even the general amount of bones in my body that have been broken even once. Someone had started cutting my wings off once, but then someone from the agency that boss sent saved me from having them chopped the fuck off. That hurt more than all the broken bones combined. Want me to go on about how I don't know pain?" Is he actually mad at me right now? I can't tell. We've never had a fight like this before and the last and only time he snapped at me was to say he loves me... but this is different. My heart twisted, making my breathing a little heavier. "Okay, want to know the most painful thing of it all? Having you pretend to hate me when I know you don't. Having the knowledge of some asshole treating you like shit when he should have treated you like a fucking queen and been worshiping at your feet, but he helped in make you feel you can't trust anyone at all except yourself. It hurts that after all this time you still think you can't trust me."

I scoffed and commented, "And what about reading my file and not telling me for... how long exactly?"

"Exact time would have been the day before that mission and I originally wanted to tell you before you started it but you avoided me the entire time so I was never able to tell you until when I finally actually did." Fuck. I was at a loss for words and had too many emotions flying around at once. Being betrayed by whoever the hell my mother is, not knowing who she fricken is, the thought of someone knowing what I actually feel and just the complete uncertainty I'm going through was all piled up and too much for me. I know it's not really Dylan's fault, so I tried not to take it all out on him, but it was near impossible. My fists tightened to the point of my knuckles going white.

I kept looking everywhere that wasn't Dylan while growling lowly to myself, I then grabbed the device thing out of my bag and tossed it to him as I flatly said, "They probably need that portal about now. Should be asking boss for your own one of those since we're the same fucking league." With that I turned and walked away, calling to Roxie who had been laying on the ground a little ways away from us. When I was completely sure I was finally alone I crumpled to the ground beside my dog, bawling my eyes out. Told you I never cry in front of anyone. Roxie looked sad for me, also confused as to what the hell was happening. I cried for probably ten to fifteen minutes, not really making any sound the whole time aside from the occasional sniffle. My life conditioned me to keep my crying quiet, otherwise I'd get more lessons each time I was caught crying. If he knew the pain I was in he'd know how sick I am of feeling it and know how actually terrified I am of trusting people. He probably does know and just didn't want to say anything about it...

When I was bored with sitting on the forest floor feeling hollow I stood up and trudged slowly back to Drake's castle. I feel a little bad for Roxie cause she now had a giant wet spot in her fur because of me... When I was close to the castle, Lily and Luke had just gotten back from Trealle, I only know because I watched them come through the portal. Lily ended up spotting me practically immediately and I guess told Luke to wait where he was then she walked over to me, that worried friend look on her face.

"Skye what happened? Tell me everything." She demanded in a caring way, if that makes sense.

I looked to the ground and replied, "Dylan and I had a fight. I don't want to talk about it."

"You guys argue like all the time though. Wh—" She started but I quietly cut her off, "This was an actual, legitimate, pretty well screaming at each other fight Lily. I don't want to talk about it okay? Take Roxie to your room and go have fun with everyone. I'll see you tomorrow." She opened her mouth to say something but just frowned and took a very confused Roxie away back to Luke to go inside and have dinner. I watched them go through the doors and watched as they closed behind them, then climbed a tree to sit in for the night and think over everything that was said. I hate feeling this hollow and empty...