Chapter. 12.... The Past Comes Back To Life!

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I decided to go back to the hotel even though everyone wanted to talk I needed my space especially from Derek and his family. I opened my moms journal again and just looked at it I had to get my things and get out of here so I packed my things up again and got in my car.

I drove off not really sure where I was going to stay tonight but right now I was just letting my hands steer anyway they wanted to go. I kept looking at my moms journal that sat in the passenger seat, in my purse. I finally couldn't take it anymore and polled over stopping instantly and just sat there in silence as cars honked at me for stopping so fast and drove around me. I finally hit my wheel a couple of times mad at myself then eventually felt a couple of tears roll down my cheek.

I looked out the window and noticed I had stopped right in front of the graveyard where my mom was buried. I quick grabbed my moms journal and got out of the car walking threw the graveyard. I finally found her grave stone that I hadn't seen in forever it seemed like at times. I realized a couple of years ago that I never cried for my mom, maybe it was because I was always worried that she was looking at me disappointed and I couldn't bare the thought of seeing me week.

I sat there staring at her grave "I'm sorry mom, I know I disappoint you, and I know I can never take it back. I wonder if you even knew about me and Derek and if you did why didn't you do anything". I sighed "I realized that you always write in your journal to be strong and that if you every even liked a werewolf they use to, way back when, they would banned you from everywhere".

I looked at the ground in front of me "and sometimes they would kill them" I paused for a second and looked at her grave stone with a couple of tears. "I still think that maybe that's why you're dead because you knew about Derek and I and you could bare the thought of losing me. You need are air to move forward so you had them take your life instead".

I did a small smile "and maybe I've just been reading too much of your journal" I dug a hole in front of the stone. I grabbed the journal that sat next to me and looked at it "I'm sorry, but I realize I can't be a hunter and in the love with werewolf at the same time. So I'll choose, someday". I sat the journal in the ground and buried it then sighed "I hope your proud of me and that I'm not a disappointment to you". I stood up, brushed the dirt off of me, heading back to my car.