Aileen
“I don’t understand what’s wrong with her. Where did I go wrong for her to end up like this?” Marshall comments, “I need to go after her. She needs to tell me why she did this to you.”
“WaitHold your horses!” I yelled, grabbing onto his hand. I somehow managed to stop him in place.
“Why are you stopping me?” he asked, looking a bit upset.
“Because you are doing the wrong thing!” I replied, “This isn’t how you should handle her.”
“Then, how am I supposed to handle her?”
“You need to be a bit more gentle. Or else she’ll become even more arrogant and stubborn than how she is now.”
“More stubborn than this? I can’t even imagine. I am being gentle to her. That’s why I don’t scold her for anything that she does. I try to ignore how spoiled she has become and it’s getting more worse.”
“I understand how you feel. But calm down first,” I said, patting his back. “Come and have a seat. I’ll bring you some water.”
He listened to me and went to sit down on the sofa.
I put the bag of chicken wings on the table and went to the kitchen to get some water.
After pouring a glass I thought of how I was going to tackle her. By the way, things have become, it won’t be easy.
What should I do then? Think Aileen.
“Do you really have to get yourself into these sibling fights?” Kiki my wolf remarks. “Leave them how they are on their own. You like to pretend to be a saint?”
Huh? I’m not pretending to be anything. I really want to help them out. And I will do it.
I owe a lot to Marshall. He always supported all of my nonsense. I can’t leave him out when he’s the one in the mess in the first place.
I have to help out Becky and also celebrate her birthday.
“Fine, do as you like. You’ve always been like this. Never listen to anyone. Don’t come crying to me for help.”
I won’t, ’cause I’m not going to cry.
I brought the water to Marshall who sat still cleared stressed out.
“Here you go.”
He took it unconsciously, bringing the glass to his lips.
I stood right next to him, “Well, the chicken wings are turning cold. Shall I go and talk to her for a bit?”
He shot me a gaze immediately.
“What? You want to see her after all she did?”
“Yeah. And that’s all the more reason I should clear up the misunderstanding between us. I haven’t even introduced myself to her. So, I need to go.”
“You don’t have to go that far for me, Aileen,” he replied, putting down the glass with a thud sound. “She’s angry right now. Who knows what she might say to you?”
“I’m least concerned about it,” I replied with a smile. “Cause she’s not saying those things from her heart. It’s just the anger on the surface, that’s all.”
“But”
“I came here just to see her, to talk to her. You can’t tell me to back down after coming this far,” I interrupted, “I have to do it. It’s necessary. We can’t leave her to her own terms, not like this.”
His eyes softened up, “I can’t stop you when you are this determined, can I now?”
“Then?”
“Alright, do as you deem fit, I won’t stop you.”
“Thanks, I knew you would understand.”
“But, if she crosses the line, I need to step in. So, don’t forget that,” he mentioned. “She might be my sister, but you are the Alpha’s daughter. Your insult is the insult of our pack. And as the Beta, I can’t let that happen right in front of my eyes. Keep that in mind.”
I knew he would say something like that. He’s that type of person, someone who’s loyal to his pack and Alpha with all his might.
But, I can’t keep that promise, e Marshall. I have to cross the line if it’s needed to bring her back to regular life.
“Alright, I’ll remember what you said,” I replied, “I’m going then. Wait here for me.”
He nodded in response, “Alright.”
I walked away from his side and went upstairs. Wait, do I even have the layout of this place? Which way is her room?
I carried the bag of food and searched aimlessly. Suddenly, when I passed by a room I spotted a cute teddy bear hanging outside the door.
A teddy? This must be her room then.
I prepared myself and knocked on the door.
“I’m not talking to you brother unless that girl goes away. Get out!” she yelled from inside.
Does she really hate me that much? But, why? I don’t remember doing or saying anything harsh.
I knocked again.
“I’m not letting you in. Don’t try,” she yelled again.
“Becky, it’s not your brother. I came to talk to you. Would you please open the door?” I pleaded.
She went silent then asked, “Y-you? Did you come up to my room? Why? What do you want from me?”