One Day, I Woke Up A Werewolf

Chapter 8

Hailey's POV

After everyone had left and it was just Jaxon and I, I decided to clean up. Someone had to and I'm

pretty sure Stacy was hoping I'd do it anyway.

Jaxon helped out, not saying a word but staying close to me. As if he knew what he was doing to me,

how he was manipulating how I felt. I didn't feel like crying, I felt strong and capable.

He gave me warmth and calmness. At the moment, I was addicted to it. He was helping me avoid the

feelings of losing both my parents and as much as I want to hate my father, of which I thought I did, I

still love him.

I blame myself for going so far away from him just to lose him. He was my only last living parent and I

left him to fend the world on his own, when I was perfectly aware how incapable he is. The man

couldn't take care of himself and I still left.

All because he said a few nasty words here and there. I should've been strong, should have endured

his verbal abuse as long as he stayed alive.

"Hey hey hey... you know none of this is your fault right? I know I shouldn't say this but people die. It's

always the ones we love the most that we lose first and we can't help but blame ourselves but this was

beyond your control." Jaxon says to me as he pulls me in for a hug.

His scent enveloping me in his warmth.

"I love your cologne. What is it?" I ask, not failing to notice Jaxon go stiff.

"I forgot the name. My mother chose it for me, I'll ask her yeah?" He quickly responds and I nod my

head.

To be honest, what do I care about a man's cologne? As long as he kept wearing it, he would receive

no complaints from me.

We pull apart and I immediately feel empty without his closeness.

"How about you go lie down and I can finish cleaning up?" He offers and I immediately panic.

If I go to my room, if it is still my room, I'd be far from him and I'll start to feel all the sadness.

The front door opens, pausing my panic as Jaxon and I turn our heads to see who just walked in.

Vincent.

Vincent was wearing blue faded Jean's and a tan Jersey, his face holding so much sadness as he

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Jaxon following close behind, my insides thanking him for remembering how much I still needed him,

even though my childhood crush just walked through the door.

"Hey Hailey, I hope it's okay I just drop by like this." Vincent says to me and i just pull him in for a hug.

He hugs me tightly, taking his time as I was ready to pull apart but he holds on to me for what felt like

minutes. We eventually pull apart after Jaxon coughs out loud, signaling his presence in the room.

"Uhm Vincent, this Jaxon. From my school and Jaxon, this is Vincent. A childhood friend and Aunt

Tara's son." I say.

They both eye each other up before shaking hands. The room growing a little tense, which was

confusing because well, why would there be tension?

"Mom is fine by the way. Just a weird bite on her neck but doctors are keeping her in the hospital to

monitor her as she's pretty shaken up. " Vincent tells me, which has Jaxon perking up.

"A bite on the neck? I thought she was in an accident?" Jaxon asks.

"Yeah she was driving and a pack of wolves came out of nowhere, knowing my mother she was driving

past the speed limit. She tried to swerve around them but ended up spinning and hitting a tree,

apparently in her unconscious state, a wolf bit her." Vincent says to Jaxon as he rubs the back of his

head.

"Hailey, would you like to go and see her? We can finish cleaning up later or I could order a cleaning

service while we are there?" Jaxon asks me.

"Yes, I'd love to check on aunt Tara. Vincent, you're driving?" I ask him and he nods his head yes.

"Okay great. Let's go then.." I say as I grab the house keys and follow the boys out.

We hop in to Vincent's car and drive down to the hospital. The whole car ride was awkward.

Jaxon barely said a word and Vincent kept stealing glances my way, trying to talk in code but I was

failing miserably at understanding exactly what he was trying to tell me but I know for a fact it has

everything to do with Jaxon.

I mean Jaxon was huge. Very tall and definitely not lacking in the muscles department. He was also

very edgy looking, from his messy hair to his leather jacket and black boots. He had this bad boy drift

going on and I'm sure he is but he has been so amazing to me, how could I think any differently?

Vincent puts the car in park as Jaxon hops out of the front seat. He opens the door for me as Vincent

does the same in the backseat, making this a lot more awkward as I didn't know which door to get out

of but Jaxon decides for me by gently grabbing my hand, helping me out. I thought I heard Vincent

mumble something before banging his car door but I decide to ignore it.

We are here to see aunt Tara and not have to deal with bruised egos.

They put me in the middle as we walk in to the hospital, each boy on each side. Vincent directs us and

within minutes, we are in aunt Tara's room.

She was awake and smiled as she saw me walk in. She eyed Jaxon suspiciously before pulling me

down for a hug.

"Oh my sweet, sweet baby!" Aunt Tara says to me as she hugs me tight.

First thing I noticed when I saw aunt Tara was the big bandage on the right side of her neck, no other

bruising.

"What happened to you?" I ask and she let's out a sigh.

"These wolves came out of nowhere and blocked the damn road! I tried to move around them but they

just wouldn't budge and I just lost control. Apparently got bitten too which is a crazy story because I

don't remember that happening." She says to me.

"Where was this accident?" Jaxon asks and aunt Tara takes a second before answering him.

"On airport road. I had just left the airport." She said and Jaxon nodded his head.

"Who are you young man?" Aunt Tara asks Jaxon.

"Oh this is..." I try to answer but I'm quickly shot down by aunt Tara.

"I asked the boy." She says to me and I shut my mouth.

"I'm Jaxon Gellar, I attend a few classes with Hailey and we sit together during lunch." He says proudly.

Aunt Tara looks at me before looking back at Jaxon.

"Well, I need a few minutes with my girl. Do you boys mind waiting outside? Vincent close the door

after you." She says and the boys listen, Vincent doing exactly what his mother asked him to do.

"Well, he's cute.." She says to me and I just roll my eyes.

"I get it. I get it! You don't want to talk boys with me and that's fine. We have one important thing we

need to talk about though." Aunt Tara says to me.

"What is it?" I ask. She gently squeezes my hand as her eyes fill with tears.

"Hailey, I need to tell you the truth about your mother. " She says to me.

My panic returning and boiling over. Was Stacy right? Was my mother murdered?