DOUBLE EVE

"Are you safe?" I hear a voice while I am still sitting beside Dad, in the car.

"Yes, we are." Dad replies, and plays a music to avoid me from hearing but I hear more.

"Are you coming already?" I hear a voice again, and I roll my eyes at Dad. I suddenly pause the music by hitting my fist on it making a loud sound, drawing his attention. Dad vibrates and the car zigzags.

"What's wrong?" He stares at me, and quickly grabs hold of the steering. I look around Dad's neck and body, and then I look at the back seat, I see that his phone is right behind us. He is not on any call, then what is the voice speaking and he is replying. "It's your mom worries about us." Dad suddenly says, jerking me out of my reverie, as I face him, trying to register it into my skulls if I am dreaming or it is real. I confirm it when he repeats what he just said. "Your mom just connected me through our mind link, and I think you heard us because you shifted today. This is not our first time conversing through our mind link." He explains, and I place my hands on my both chins, and gulp as he explains.

"Don't worry. We will converse through that when you clock Eighteen." He adds.

Why must everything be "when you clock Eighteen!" I think, rage boiling within me, as I fiddle with my fists, exclaiming some cuss words.

"Alright girl. We are home." He replies, ignoring my recent reaction. He swerves left, and drives into our parking lot. He stops the car after he gets there and once we get down from the car, we enter into our house. We knock on the door and mum opens it immediately we did. She stretches her arms to me, and I respond, tightly hugging her. She winks at Dad, but Dad ignores it and lets out a weak moan as he goes straight to sit on the sofa. He calls me, and mum loosens her grip on me, I go to meet him, and he points at the TV. I shrug, and he says "Go turn on the TV, dude." I face back, walk up straight to the TV, chuckling as I move, and then I turn on the TV. Dad is with the remote, and before I come back to sit with him on the sofa or go take my bathe in my bath tub, he changes the subject to a k-drama. I sit beside him on the sofa, and place my head on his shoulders, and we laugh at what we are seeing. He laughs more, and I can hear his voice vibrating in my head. My dad doesn't laugh without saying something. If he doesn't mutter, he will whisper, and if he doesn't whisper, he will yelp. We seem to be engrossed in what we are seeing in the TV but I see a faint flashing of a bat, just near the TV. I flush my face, and get my head off from Dad's shoulders. I point at the unavailable Bat, and Dad glares at me, thinking I am going insane. I stare at a different direction, and he continues seeing the k-drama. "Where are you? I have been knocking." I hear a silent whisper, and thoughts flash through my mind immediately. Is it my wolf talking to me or dad's? My wolf is not yet active "until I clock Eighteen." Dad only helped me shift so I won't get much pain at 18. Is it dad's mind link? If it was, Dad should have responded immediately but he didn't. Is it mum speaking? Is it my mind or my future mate's? The k-drama seems to absorb his entire life. I hear the whisper again, and Dad exclaims, clapping his hands. Handling the remote with his right hand, he pauses the scene he is seeing. "I will open the door now. Sorry." Dad replies, not facing me. I now know which thought is correct. It is his wolf, I think. But I immediately have a rethink: "Does he need to open the door for his wolf? It's right inside him." I gulp, thinking of what to conclude at, and linking the sight of the bat with who is speaking with him. He gets up, and walks up to the door. Sighing, he opens the door. I bury my head on my laps, and cover my eyes with my palms, making my palms get in between my face and knees. I hear footsteps approach, and I muster courage, and look up. It is a man! Dad pulls a chair near the swivel chair I do sit on, and the man sits near him. They whisper but I hear every bit of what they say. I lay on the sofa, and stretch my legs, having discovered that the man asked him to join them in the Alpha's penthouse the following morning. I close my eyes but I am not sleeping. I hear every sound they make. Dad walks him out after, and the man gets out, yelling 'I'll expect you.' Dad shuts the door, and walks faster to where I lay, and before I can say a word, he says: "He is my Beta." I open my eyes, and sit up. Dad sits near me, and plays the k-drama, excitement evidently shown on his face. We are seeing the movie when I suddenly feel a cold tap on my shoulder. I jerk back towards the object, but I breathe in when I see that it is mom.

"Go to the dining room. Let's have some eve." She says, ignoring Dad's maniacal laughter at the k-drama scenes. I stand up, and follow her behind. Once we reach the dining room, I sit on one of the glass chairs, but she moves to the kitchen, and comes back with an hot drink filled to the brim in a jug. Coffee glass cups are already on the dining table. She soon joins me, and sits right beside me. I feel a bit uncomfortable because mum will always lecture me on how to do everything. She pulls a napkin out of her front pockets, and stretches it to me. I stare at her, and she places it in front of me. I stop staring, and I pull two glass cups to her. She rolls her eyes at me, and pulls one more, saying "You hate your Dad, right?" I shake my head in disagreement and she smirks. If she frowned, I'd remind her of not asking Dad to join us in the first place."

Before my thoughts become worries, mum waves at me and hands over a glass cup to me. I accept it, and bow my head a bit, looking around the dining room so she can fix her gaze at other directions. But she is not ready to. I drop the cup, and some of the eve splashes on the table. I quickly take the napkin and clean it up. She watches me but I prefer she seeing the movie with Dad to watching every thing I do.

I discard the thought, and gulp down the eve. Not minding how hot it is. I only did that to avoid it splashing on the table again. I drop the cup, and mum drops hers as though we just did a competition. Before I know anything, she has packed the mugs and coffee glass cups to the kitchen. I stand up, and join Dad in the living room. K-drama makes me sleep if I don't rest my head on Dad's shoulders. I soon doze off, and when I wake up, it is late in the night. The first sound I will hear is the rumbling sound of my stomach. Gosh, I missed breakfast, and lunch. I call mum and she comes running and chuckling to meet me as if she has been expecting my call. She shows me the way to my room, and I follow behind her. Eyes midway shut, I see mum sit me on the bed, and walk out, leaving my door ajar. She saunters down the staircases, goes into the kitchen, and comes back with a tray full of junks. My eyes open wildly and I stare at her, gulping as she enters my room. She shuts the door, and pulls a wooden stool near me. She places the tray beside me, pecks me on my cheeks, and then she leaves, shutting the door behind her. I try to stand but I only stagger till I grab hold of the doorknob. I lock it, and the keys jingle to and fro. I sigh as I walk up to my bed. I waft the aroma, and it clears the redness that sleep gave me, off my eyes. I look at my sheets, and at the food. I am indecisive of which to consider first. After all, I just woke up, and besides, the junks waft its aroma in my nostrils. I soon tear it all open, and rush them in while my stomach makes a joyful sound. I chug the juice, and push the stool near the wall with my legs. I climb into bed, and tuck myself in my sheets. Sleep takes an holiday from my eyes, and what I am only able to do now is stare at the ceilings blankly. I do that but not perfectly. Thoughts of the previous school I attended rush into me, threatening to repeat themselves in the new school I am heading to. The thought of the bat that flicked near the TV in the sitting room too. I think a lot about these, and I find myself singing a lullaby with of course a soft tone. Tomorrow is the D-day. Mum will escort me to the park while Dad will go to his Alpha's penthouse for a meeting, I think. Alpha Karl, Beta Dylan, and Luna Isabella. And I am She-Wolf Sophia. We drank eve juice before I dozed off, and now, I'm thinking of tomorrow. It's the D-day's eve. I relate them together, and literally fiddle my fist landing them on the wooden part of the bed. I roll in the bed, and in few minutes, I doze off.