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Eleven: School and Threats Part 1
Eleven: School and Threats Part 1
Eleven: School and Threats Part 1
Dustin
This last week has been a huge learning curve. This was the week that Bree and Araya started school.
When my alarm went off at six in the morning on Monday, I thought it was broken. I felt Mykayla get out
of bed and heard the door shut. I was almost back to sleep when I heard a scream that made me sit
straight up. I quickly grabbed a pair of sweats and ran out of the room. I swung the door to Bree’s room
open to protect her from what or whoever was in there, only to find both girls standing in front of the
full-length mirror squealing in excitement at their school uniforms. Mykayla just looks at me and raises
one of her eyebrows. I scrub my hands over my face and leave the room. I walked into our walk-in
closet and picked out a suit to wear that day at work. I head towards the bathroom for a shower. As I
walked by the bed, I noticed the clock and realized that it was only 6:30 am. What the fuck. It’s too
damn early to be up. Mykayla and I don’t have to be at the office till nine. Normally we don't even get
up till seven. I flop face-first onto the bed. I hear a laugh behind me. I can’t believe she is laughing at
me.
“You’re a tad dramatic about the first day of school for the girls. What the hell is with you barging into
the room like that.” She asks, laughing.
I heard them scream and thought someone was hurting them.” I mumbled, even if I was still face down
on the bed.
She just walks by me, laughing, grabs her clothes, and shuts the door to the bathroom. I hear the
shower start, and an idea starts in my head, but I decide against it. My idea would definitely make us
late for work. Maybe next time I decide. She comes out of the bathroom, and I haven’t moved.
“Ok, I am finished; why don’t you stop being dramatic and get ready? I am going down to see if the girls
are done eating. I need to make their lunches and make sure they have everything they need for their
first day. I know they would love it if you were there to see them get on the bus for their first day of
school.” She says that snarky mom tone.
I am pretty sure she has picked up that tone from my mother. My mom and dad have taken Mykayla
and the girls, which makes me happy. I knew my mother approved the night we took them from their
apartment, which was on fire. However, when I caught my mother and Mykayla laughing one day when
we were visiting, I became suspicious. I was right to be, as my mother was showing her my baby
albums. UGGG! WHY MUST EVERY MOTHER DO THIS? I was horrified when I was this. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.
“Ok, mom, enough with the baby pictures,” I exclaim.
Mykayla just looked at me over her shoulder and gave me a smile. I know that smile. Anyways, I push
myself off the bed and head into the bathroom. I love coming into the bathroom after her. It always
smells so good. Between her scented body wash and lotions, the bathroom always smells amazing.
Even with all that, I can still smell her amazing sweet coffee with a hint of coconut scent. I finish my
shower and get dressed. I head downstairs to find the girls literally bouncing on their heels. I have to
smile at this. I wasn’t sure we would get to this point with them. The last month was stressful with the
fire and all. I did get the girls their first cell phones. That took a lot of convincing on my part. Mykayla
was not thrilled about giving 8-year-olds cell phones, but I believe with us working and them being at
school, they needed them if something was to happen. After a mini argument with her about this, she
finally agreed that it was necessary for emergencies. As I am standing there smiling at how excited the
girls are, Mykayla walks in, and I can only stare. She has on an emerald green dress that fits her body
perfectly. It shows off all her amazing curves. It stops just above her knees. The top of the dress
clinches just under her breasts, making them look even larger. She has a short black business jacket
over her arms (the dress is a tank top style). She is wearing matching emerald green ballet flats. I fight
the need to push her against the wall and take her right there. DAMN, SHE LOOKS LIKE A FUCKING
GODDESS IN THAT DRESS, my wolf Demetri howls. I have to agree with him. Mykayla still doesn’t
think she is that beautiful. I know there are many men at the office that disagree with her. I have had to,
on many occasions, refrain from beating the hell out of some of them because they are staring. I almost
did until my dad stopped me when he came by to see me at the office. He told me he understood that
we, as men and wolves are overprotective and possessive of our women. He also said to take it as a
compliment that you have a woman that other men find attractive and remind yourself of whose bed
she is going to be sleeping in each and every night. That did put it into perspective for me. I still get
jealous and possessive, but then I remember those words, which calms me down. Most of the time, I
will see them staring and walk by and either give her a pat on her ass or a kiss on her cheek. That
usually gets me an eye roll or a hit to the chest. I am pretty sure she knows I am reminding the men to
who she belongs and that I am stacking my claim. I could care less, and DAMN STRAIGHT, I AM
STAKING MY CLAIM! We walk with the girls outside to where the bus will stop and find my parents
smiling. The girls ran to my parents and gave each of them a hug. The twins are there with them, and
all four start talking loudly about how they all think the first day of school is going to go. The twins really
took to the girls right away. I see Nate and his sister Ziara walk up, and she joins in the conversation.
Ziara isn’t as talkative, but she has always been on the shy side. A few more kids show up at the bus
stop. I was surprised by the amount of school-aged kids we had in the pack. The bus pulls up, and all
the kids clamour onto it. Both the girls come to the window and wave at us as it drives away. I look at
Mykayla, and she still has a somewhat worried look.
“You ok beautiful?” I ask with concern evident in my tone.
“Yeah, I just hope everything goes alright. After the fire and the loss of Araya’s dad I had to pull them
from their physical school and they have been doing online schooling for the last 2 years. They started
getting teased and Araya got bullied at the school.” She explains in a sad tone.
I look at Kaleb, Nate and my parents and see the same anger I am feeling. How can someone tease to
bully anyone after they lose a parent? I wrap my arm around her shoulder, and we wave goodbye to my
parents. Kaleb and Nate walk with us. Kaleb just recently got his degree in business administration,
and Nate is already the VP of foreign relations, so they caught a ride to work with us that day. We get
out of the car at the office and take the elevator up. Kaleb and Nate get off on the floor below mine. We
continue up and walk to our offices