My Secret My Bully My Mates - Season 3 Episode 97

My eyes open slowly as I come out of a dreamless sleep. I have never not had a dream before. Everything was just black. Normally I relive all of the things Kaley has done to me over the years, but from a third person perspective.

I don’t wake from them in a cold sweat anymore, but I don’t know how to pull myself out of them either. have learned to just go along with the dream until the end. I can’t change what happens, but watching it play out isn’t fun either. I have gotten so used to the dreams, ifs a part of my day and waking up fully rested for the first time ever is unusual. I can hear Mina moving next to me, but I can’t seem to get my body to move very fast. I am super like moving through quicksand.

“Mina?” My voice is gravelly and my throat is really dry and scratchy. ‘Yeah?” Her’s is just as rough. “What happened?” “l think we got everything we hoped and dreamed of and it came back to bite us in the ass.” She groans and I can see her out of the corner of my eye now. just realized my vision was blurry. I blink rapidly and roll to my side. “Remind me to not want anything ever again.” grab my head to try and stop the pounding. “Hey! Are you okay? I have been trying to talk to you for days.” My wolf asks. “Days?! What do you mean days?’ “l could tell that you were okay but I was disconnected from you.” “Was that supposed to happen?’ “Not sure, but I wish someone would have said what the witch’s spell was going to do to us. I was

scared…for both of us.” What the hell happened? How were we out for days. How many days? My head is killing me. “Hey, Mina? How’s your wolf?” I look over at her. “Confused and she sounds like she’s been drugged. How about yours?” “Same, She said weWe been out for days. No one said that our wolves would be affected by this branding thing..” “Or that we would feel like we have the worst hangover of our lives.” She finishes my sentence. “l have never been hungover, so I will take your word for it.” I laugh back at her, but laughing hurts. I groan. “Man, we have got to get you out more.”

“Fifteen, remember? Not a lot of ‘out’ options to be had. And I’m not super interested in being drunk. I’ve seen how stupid people are and that is not my type of good time.” “You don’t have to get stupid drunk, but a few drinks can loosen up your tight ass, and maybe help you have a good time. I think Sierra would agree with me.” I roll my eyes at her, because I can’t argue. Sierra has been trying to get me to do ‘teenager things’ since I got here and I just don’t really care to. She says I need to let go of my need to control everything. I then responded with ‘Hell no!’ and then laughed at her expression. I will, someday, but I just don’t care about that stuff, right now. “You know you will need to practice before we hit up college parties right? Otherwise you’re going to have one drink and pass out on me.” “There will be no passing out on my end. Why can’t just be your DD and call it a day?” “Because you can’t always be the DD. At some point you will have to join in to get the information you want and you are going to want to be prepared, not be a newbie and you know it. Control the •training’ of your alcohol tolerance in a way.” “Ugh! I hate it when you use logic on me. And kind of make sense.”

“You don’t have to drink a ton or all the time. I’m not trying to turn you into an alcohol drinking champion, but knowing what things taste like, knowing what you like and don’t like, knowing how drinks are made so someone cant slip something in yours. You need to know.” “Fine. NICKOLAS!!” I shout and she jumps back. “What the hell?” “Might as well start now, the snow isn’t going anywhere.” The door bangs open as he rushes in. “What?! Are you two okay?” He looks a little panicked. “As good as we can be after getting branded and feeling like we got hit by trucks and then backed over a few more times for good measure.”