Back in my prison, I hobbled to the stairs and as I watched the stairs up with bated breath, they immediately seemed impassable to me.
So while I stood there, half leaning on my crutch and thought hard about how I would get up to the shower, the anger towards Silvan and his whole existence rose to unimaginable heights.
But there was not only the hatred for what he had done to me and Devin and is still doing, but also the jealousy that stirred everything inside me, which I tried to suppress by all means.
Should he go eat with Smurfette? Hopefully they fall madly in love and I can go home again. I tried to tell myself that his date wouldn't bother me, but unfortunately I did, and that confused me all over again.
Then, sighing, I rolled my eyes to myself and made one last hop in the direction of the steps, only to then hold on to the banister of the stairs. I just dropped my crutch and then, as best I could, jumped up step by step on my still functioning foot.
Thank god my other one wasn't broken, just sprained and in a few days I could be dancing and jumping again, across that crappy bridge back to my brother.
Every step that I went through injured and unaided like a pro gave me renewed courage. I could do anything if I wanted to, which sounded slightly naïve but also gave me new hope.
When I got to the top, I first calmed my breathing and grabbed my heart, which was spinning with exertion and was beating fast and rhythmically against my chest. The hallway was dark because there was only a small window at the end through which little light streamed in.
To the right was my room and the two doors on the left must have belonged to him and his so-called _acquaintances, _so the far right door would surely belong to the bathroom.
I dragged myself along the wall and then had to smile with joy when the first thing I recognized behind the open door was a shower.
Finally!!!
I hobbled in, turned on the bright lights, and then closed the white door behind me, leaning against it for a moment, exhausted.
I would never have thought that a simple flight of stairs would get me so out of breath, especially not as a wolf, but it was that day and my injury really threw me off track.
While still catching my breath, I let my eyes wander around the room. It was just a bathroom, with a shower, toilet and sink, but it was still larger than my old room and that made me angry again and brought back the homesickness that was so painful.
A skillful final hop and I was standing at the shower stall, where I immediately turned on the warm water and then carefully began to remove my clothes. It was really exhausting, but I managed it quite quickly. I then slowly sat down on the cabin floor with my bottom and put my legs on the edge so that my foot and the bandage around it had no chance of getting wet.
Then, just as I leaned my head back, felt the warm, comfortable water pattering down on me, and was beginning to relax, I suddenly heard loud screams from downstairs.
With my few remaining wolf genes, I recognized immediately that it was Viola and Silvan who seemed to be arguing loudly.
Hopefully they kill each other, I thought, shaking my head, and then grabbed one of the myriad shampoos next to me to wash my brown hair.
It felt so good that I could have stayed here for hours, but my legs were starting to hurt and my stomach also urgently needed something to eat, so I took a little more of the vanilla-scented shower gel and washed myself with it, then looked around carefully to set up again.
With my luck I would slip and break my bones, at least that's what I thought, but I actually managed to get up and turn off the water without any problems, which made me proudly lift my nose in the air.
girl power!
I quickly grabbed one of the white bathrobes that were neatly hanging on the wall next to the shower and pulled myself tightly around my body to then take a look at my worn clothes.
Under no circumstances did I want to leave them here, because I certainly wouldn't let a stranger wash my underwear.
I skillfully took her in my arms and then hobbled to the door to listen to her first to see if the coast was clear below.
Luckily I couldn't hear anything else. No shouting, no fighting... Not even a peep, which was kind of scary.
Maybe they really hadbanged their heads in.
As quietly as I could, I then pushed down the doorknob and pulled the door inward, my eyes widening in shock.
My clothes flew out of my hands, my breathing stopped and I almost lost my balance from shock, but Silvan grabbed my hips at the last second and looked at me with a worried expression.
My eyes reluctantly locked on his and a thousand emotions shot through my body. On the one hand this tearing jealousy and the hate gnawing at my sanity and on the other hand the desire to get closer to him, which was absolutely wrong!
"Bored of the blonde already?" I snapped, slapping his hands off my trembling hips, then avoiding his gaze and grabbing the doorknob.
"She wasn't interesting to me for a second," he said softly, and when I let my gaze wander up to his face again, he looked at me full of lust, which made my heart dance happily against my will.
Fucking traitor!
What was wrong with him now? How could someone be so different so quickly?
If he were just a complete asshole all the time, it would be so easy to hate him, but he kept flashing looks, words, and gestures that intrigued me and made it hard to just see pure evil in him.
Apparently I was completely insane by now to even talk to him anymore...
"Can we talk?" he then asked meekly in a soft voice, sending goosebumps down my arms.
"Yes," I breathed reluctantly, immediately hating myself for giving in over and over again.
This charming bastard!