I awoke to the sound of a girl moaning very loudly. Don't tell me Rafael has another girl over again. And why did he have to bring her so early? It's fucking six in the morning.

I sighed and threw the covers off of me. I'm going to go shower. I won't be able to sleep while he's fucking some hoe in the other room anyway.

I entered the bathroom and made sure to lock the door. I started the shower and took off all my clothes before getting in. When I got in, the water was way too hot and I quickly turned the knob, making it colder. Then, it was too cold and I shivered as I turned the knob slightly, making it a little bit hotter. There we go.

Once I finished ten minutes later, I got out and wrapped a towel around myself. As I was about to start getting dressed, I heard the door unlock. Rafael entered, putting the key into his pocket.

"What the fuck?! Get out!!" I yelled as I tried to cover as much of my body as I could.

He smirked as he looked me up and down. I felt so disgusted and grossed out. He walked closer to me, and I stepped back. When my back hit the sink, he took the chance to attack. He tried to forcefully take off my towel, but I grabbed onto it tightly.

"No! Stop!" I yelled as tears started to form behind my eyes.

He raised his hand and before I could react, he slapped me. My cheek burned and I knew it was turning red, but I wasn't gonna let that stop me. I continued to struggle, and he raised his hand again, this time in a fist. He was going to punch me.

I attempted to kick him where the sun don't shine, but he caught my leg and pulled it, causing me to slip onto the floor. I yelped in pain, but he didn't care that I was hurt. He climbed on top of me and looked at me with lustful eyes.

My wolf Alex was beyond pissed.

'Let me out!' She growled.

'I can't. Whenever I do, you always loose control!' I replied.

'Lauren, let me out now!'

'I'm sorry..' Was all I could say.

I can't let her take over. Last time, it didn't end so well. Someone ended up dying. I don't want another accident like that, even if it was Rafael.

Rafael placed his hand on my thigh and slowly began to move his hand up. He was about to move his hand under my towel, but I caught his hand before he could.

"Stop! Why don't you go back to your little hoe in your room?!"

He chuckled and asked, "Are you jealous, sweetie?"

"In your dreams," I hissed.

While he was distracted, I kicked him you-know-where. He grunted and fell over in pain. While he was down, I picked up my hair dryer and smacked him in the head with it. He stopped moving, so I assumed he was unconscious. His head was bleeding slightly, and I started to panic. No way, did I kill him? And with a hair dryer?!

I checked his pulse and sighed in relief when I felt the quick movements against his neck. I hated him, but I didn't want him dead.

I ran back to my room and quickly changed into the first thing I found. I had dark grey sweatpants and an oversized hoodie on. I threw my backpack over my shoulder and ran down the stairs and out of the house.

I checked the time. 6:47. It was too early to go to school. Well, I guess I'm going to Carlie's house.

I walked down a few houses and arrived within six minutes. I passed her front door and went to her backyard. Who still uses doors anyways? I climbed the tree next to her window and jumped in through her open window. She never closed it and always had her curtains wide open.

I stood up and walked over to her bed. Of course she was still sleeping. I looked at her face. She looked so peaceful.. And the drool dripping across her face and onto her pillow really added to that effect. I wish I could sleep without having to worry about Rafael coming in. I have to sleep with one eye open.

I brushed a stand of hair on her face behind her ear. She shifted on the bed, facing the wall instead of me. She cleared a spot on the bed when she moved. This must be her inviting me to her bed, right?

I dropped my backpack next to her bed and slipped under the covers next to Carlie, wrapping one of my arms around her.

My wolf wagged her tail with happiness. She really loved Carlie, which made me happy because I really loved her too. Don't get too excited though, I'm not a lesbian.

But if my mate rejects me, I'll have Carlie, right.

"No. It's not the same," my wolf said judgingly.

I chuckled to myself. I guess she was right. There's nothing like the bond you share with your mate. Your other half.

I yawned and draped my leg over Carlie. I guess I was still sleepy. I closed my eyes and snuggled into Carlie. I could sleep peacefully now. There was no need to worry about Rafael coming after me while I was sleeping. Everything became fuzzy, and next thing I knew I fell asleep.

***

I awoke to a screaming Carlie, and next thing I knew I was on the floor. I let out a loud groan and sat up.

"What the hell, Carlie?!"

I rubbed my tired eyes that were being blinded by all the sun seeping into Carlie's room.

"That's exactly what I was going to say! I thought you were a fucking rapist or something!" She yelled as she threw a pillow at me.

I reacted too slow and it hit me in the face.

"Ack!"

I picked it up and quickly stood up. I brought it behind me and aimed to hit Carlie with it. She quickly grabbed another one of the pillows on her bed and got into position as well. I ran to her and smacked her with my pillow. She hit me back, or at least attempted to. I blocked her hit with my pillow then smacked her again with mine. We were both giggling and laughing, until I snatched her pillow and I was the only one left laughing. I tossed her pillow to the other side of her room and continuously hit her with mine. She got a hold of my pillow and tossed it. We both watched it fly out her window. We looked at eachother with a surprised look on our faces, then burst out laughing.

In between laughs, I said, "Carlie.. You're so stupid! How.. How the fuck did you throw it out the window?"

We continued laughing, both on the floor rolling around. I grabbed my stomach as it was starting to ache from all the laughter.

Suddenly, her door opened and we both froze. We shut up immediately, but once we saw who it was we burst out laughing again, this time for a different reason.

"What's all the commotion?" Her older brother Anthony asked with his arms crossed.

He was only two years older than us, but he acted older than his age. Well, most of the time. He still lived at home since the college he attended was nearby.

He didn't know why we were laughing. I'm assuming he hasn't looked in the mirror yet. He had a huge dick drawn across his whole face with 'stuff' coming out from the tip, which was drawn on his forehead.

Carlie and I calmed down, but when we looked at him again we continued laughing.

"I.. can't.." I managed to say in between laughter.

"Can't come... Unlike the huge dick on Anthony's face!"

Carlie and I continued laughing, and his expression went from serious to shocked. He ran out Carlie's room and I heard the door to the bathroom open. He screamed and ran back into Carlie's room.

"Carlie!" he yelled angrily.

"Oh shit!" she gulped, finally ending our laughing fest.

She took my hand and yelled, "Run!"

We both sprinted out her room, running right by her brother.

"Carlie, you little shit!" he yelled from behind us.

I could hear him running after us.

We ran straight to her parents room. Carlie swung the door open and ran in, jumping on both her parents sleeping, leaving me behind at the entrance.

"Aghh!" I heard her mom Iris yell, causing Carlie's dad Carlos to fall off the bed.

I heard quick footsteps behind me and quickly turned to be tackled by Anthony. I let out a groan. Seriously? Is this turning into a daily thing now? Yesterday Nathan and today Anthony.

I looked up at him, and once I saw the huge dick on his face I began laughing again.

"You helped her, didn't you?!"

I put my hands up, or should I say down since we were lying down, in surrender.

He looked at Carlie and glared at her. She jumped and hid under the covers, where had dad was previously lying down.

"What's going on here?" Iris asked, looking at Carlie.

When she looked at Anthony, she also burst out laughing.

"Mom!" He yelled into my face.

Carlie's dad stood up from where he was lying on the ground, and when he saw Anthony he began laughing and fell back onto the ground.

Everyone was laughing, except for Anthony. He angrily got up and stormed out of his parents room.

***

Carlos placed a plate with a stack of pancakes in front of me. I thanked him and looked around. Everyone else was sitting down at the dining table, even Anthony. He had attempted to wash off the dick that was drawn on his face, but since Carlie drew it with permanent marker, it was still slightly visible.

He was angrily eating his pancakes while glaring at Carlie, who didn't even notice. She was too busy eating her dad's famous pancakes, looking as if she had nothing to worry about.

Iris was looking at Anthony, trying to hold back her laughter and not spit out her pancakes.

Meanwhile, Carlos had barely sat down, next to Iris, and began "eating". He was actually playing with his food, then eating it. I was surprised when I first heard he was the cook of the family. It's not because he's a male, it's because of the way he acts and plays with his food. It hurts to admit, but Anthony is the most normal person in this family.

After breakfast, Carlie and I went back to her room to get dressed. She told me she wouldn't let me wear my sweats and hoodie to school, which made me sad since they were very comfortable.

Carlie might be weird, but she has a great sense of fashion. She's always wearing something fashionable. Even her pajamas are stylish.

She disappeared into her closet for a good ten minutes. While she was in there doing who knows what, I picked at the red nail polish Carlie had painted on my nails a few days ago. I didn't really like the color, but Carlie forced me down and painted my nails without my consent. I didn't like painting my nails, since it didn't look good on me. Carlie thought otherwise and decided my opinion didn't matter.

Carlie finally came out with a stack of clothes. She dropped them on her bed, and when she saw me she began yelling.

"Whoren! You know how much trouble I went through to paint your nails, and you're just peeling it off!"

"I didn't even want you to paint my nails! Just be happy it lasted this long," I retorted while peeling off the last of the nail polish.

She let out a sigh and began going through the clothes she took forever to get. She pulled out a cropped pink shirt and held it up.

"This shirt would look good on you," she said while smoothening it out.

"You know I don't like pink," I whined.

She sighed and pulled out a black long sleeve shirt that was cropped just below the belly button and had a lace up v-neck.

"Its this one or the pink one," she motioned to the two shirts she was holding up.

"Well, obviously the black one," I said matter-of-factly.

She then put it to the side and pulled out some dark, ripped, denim skinny jeans and held them up.

"These are okay right?" She asked as she looked at me.

"Uhh.. Are they gonna fit?"

I looked at her short legs, then back at her. She was short, so I doubted any of her jeans would fit me.

"You just called me short!" She yelled, being overdramatic again.

"No I didn't! Well, at least not directly..." I said as she glared at me.

"Anyways, are they gonna fit?" I asked again.

"They're too long, so they don't fit me. They'll probably fit you, though," she replied, still a bit angry.

She threw them at me, followed by the black shirt, but I caught both of them instead of getting hit by them. I smiled at her, and she just turned around crossing her arms.

I went to her bathroom to change. I reluctantly took off my comfortable sweats, then my warm hoodie. With a lot of trouble, I put on the skinny jeans. My foot went through one of the rips and I almost fell backwards trying to get it out. Once I pulled it out, I carefully slipped my leg through until my foot passed through the bottom. I zipped them up then buttoned them. Whew, that was hard.

Wait.. Does the hole we put the button through on our jeans have a name? ls it just 'the hole'? What do you call it when you put the button through the hole? That's so weird..

I pushed my weird thoughts away and slipped on the shirt Carlie gave me. It was way easier than the skinny jeans. I looked down at the outfit. The jeans actually fit me perfectly and they went well with the shirt. Carlie's really good at picking outfits.

I put my shoes back on. They were the classic, simple black Adidas.

I was finally finished! That surprisingly took a long time. I usually get dressed in under four minutes. I opened the door and found Carlie pulling down the shirt she had just changed into. She was wearing high waisted black skinny jeans and a cropped, navy blue top. Once again, she had a perfect outfit on. When she saw me, she squealed.

"Yay! You're wearing one of my creations! See, they even make ugly hoes look pretty!"

"Hey!" I said angrily as I crossed my arms and glared at her.

She picked up her backpack and skipped out the door.

From the hallway, she yelled, "Hurry up, Whoren, or we're gonna be late!"

I sighed and followed her out the house after grabbing my own backpack, running into an irritated Anthony, the dick still faintly visible. I let out a chuckle and ran when he started chasing after me.