Pressure
"Debbie, do not tell me you are going on such school trips again, it gets boring now staying home all day," Jeremy Donnelly said as he addressed his elder sister.
Unlike Like Michelle__ Debbie__, he had curly sandy hair, but his eyes were grey, a trait he had inherited from their mother.
Debbie is Michelle's middle name, the one he associated with when she was not an Angel, the good girl everyone believes she Is.
Michelle snorted as she glared at her reflection in the mirror.
"I have to dye my hair, again, I hate this blonde hair of mine," Michelle muttered as she intelligently sidestepped Jeremy's question.
Although the boy is only fifteen, he is quite flexible for his age, and he could deduct things from mere talks. Michelle had been wise in overcoming him all these years.
"Forget about the hair, Debbie, your blonde curls look good on you, I wonder why you keep changing its colors, that is quite unfair, you know?" the young boy said faintly.
Michelle turned around to look at her brother. They lived in their own condo that Michelle was renting and had furnished. She made sure the boy never lacks anything.
"I thought we've had this discussion several times already, Jeremy? the trips are part of my school, and it helps me in the field I am planning to engage in shortly after graduation. You know it is in a few months, and trips like this make me a great candidate for an internship, right?" she asked raising her brows quizzically at him.
Jeremy pouted, he wasn't liking this, but there is nothing he can do about it, so far, Michelle was helping out with everything, and he owes his existence to her.
"Is it a sponsored trip, Debbie? or you will have to collect from the little savings you've been keeping to send me for my surgery," Jeremy asked lightly.
The thought of the surgery caused even great pain to Michelle's heart. She had visited a doctor these past months, and the medical expert had assured them that all hopes are not lost with Jeremy and he could walk if surgery was done to his spinal cord.
It was a seventy percent success rate, Michelle had promised the young man to get him there. She paled as she replied to him.
"No, Jeremy, our money is saved, I assure you. Besides, I plan on earning something useful from this trip. You know I always do right? now, where is Tamara, I need to get going," Michelle said.
One hour later, Tamara walked into her best friend's house. She was a student and was aware of Michelle's secret.
Michelle had confided everything to Tamara, she trusted her enough with her life, and so was her brother.
"Hey, bestie," she said as she hugged Michelle on the cheeks.
Whenever Michelle was away on jobs, Tamara usually helped her with updates on school and assignments. The truth is that they both complimented one another. Michelle could swiftly manage between her life as an Angel at Nightstorm, as well as a normal student, doing her assignments.
The other lady was not that strong, thus, Michelle helped her whenever she was free.
"Tamara, why aren't you going on a trip as well?" Jeremy asked bracing his eyes from one lady to the other.
Tamara, an African-American, smiled beautifully, showing off her white pair of teeth. She was quite fond of Jeremy, and his unending questions.
"Because I have to prepare a date for you and Ava," she said giggling.
At the mention of her sister's name, Michelle watched how Jeremy's face brightened up as he blushed profusely.
"Tamara!" the boy called out.
"Stop teasing him, Tamara, that's not fair," Michelle cut in.
There is no doubt that Jeremy was soft on Ava, she was fourteen, and soon, she will be turning fifteen. It was good because she spent some time with Jeremy, and never discriminated against him.
Jeremy's question was forgotten, and that was how Michelle grabbed her traveling box and made it to the airport.
**
If anyone should be interested in sharing a piece of news with his father, then it was Harold Thompson. He placed the call as he walked around the living room, a whiskey bottle in his hand.
The phone was answered after the third ring, a husky voice cut through his ears.
"My son," the dark voice filled Harold's ears.
He has not gotten enough from the fact that he was faced with this man again.
Edgar Thompson was in one hell of a mood. He had ruined his eldest son's life ten years ago, the young man was certain that he was here to ruin it again.
At that time, Edgar had been obsessed with an heir, he is the alpha of the Masters' Pack, It is the most powerful in the whole of Mont Pearl.
Edgar had wanted to secure an arranged marriage to Harold's mate, Odette, of the Blue moon pack.
She had been the daughter of the Alpha. It had not worked, although Harold had been in love with the lady, she had died from failure of the heart. She had been so weak, so soft.
Harold knew it was his father's fault. Edgar had pressured him too much, they had taken things too fast, and he had lost his mate in the process.
Five years later, Harold had gotten entangled with Chloe, he had loved her endlessly, but what had become of his fate? the lady had taken advantage of his vulnerability, she had extorted a huge amount of money from him and had fled with her gallant lover.
Well, Harold had been taming the lady for him. All the ladies he had loved and courted had either died or disappeared. He was prepared to please his father, but not at a detriment to his own heart.
"Father, I am pleased to tell you that I will be taking the first flight to Mont Pearl, Arizona. I have succeeded in finding myself a lover," he said bored by those words.
"Oh! Harold, this is the best pre-birthday gift ever," Edgar Thompson said.
Harold felt a pang of anguish sweep through him for deceiving the old man.