One Day, I Woke Up A Werewolf

Hailey's POV

Getting dressed for my dad slash not my dad felt like a drag. I mean, don't get me wrong, I want to go say goodbye to the man I thought all my life was my father but did I deserve to? Did any of us deserve to lay him to rest?

My mother and his twin betrayed him in the worst possible way. I'm the product of a betrayal, a permanent reminder of what my mother did. I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror, who could?

Yes, I look like my dad but I also look like his twin. Looking like him was probably the worst thing because then it told him I looked like the brother. Every time he looked at me, he saw it over and over again.

A knock on the door brought me out of that dark place, a head similar to the man I'm to bury today popping through.

Just great.

"Can we talk? After the funeral that is and then I'll leave you alone. If you don't want a relationship with me, I will understand and keep my distance but please give me a few minutes to say a few words to you. I just need you to listen." He says to me and I nod my head, not even sure why I did that but I did.

He smiles, it feels weird and I think he feels it too because he quickly closes the door, taking me back to that lonely dark place where I blame myself again for my father's pain.

'You are innocent from all of this.' That voice in my head goes again.

Startling me, I run out of my room quickly to look for Jaxon who was surprisingly keeping his distance from me and I need him more today.

"Hey Hailey. Figured you'd need a friend today, sorry I haven't been around much." Vincent says to me and I pull him in for a hug.

it counts. Thank you." I say before pulling away from him.

of the house, where everyone was waiting

to her car, where a driver opens the door for us to get in and we do. The entire ride to the church was a blur as the reality creeped in, reminding me of what I've lost. The whole church service was a blur too, I wasn't even paying attention as my dad's casket was

was my dad, he will always be because I loved him and I choose to believe he did too in his own twisted way

remember him. He was hurt in one of the worst ways

priest called to

and how we got here, I could never tell you. I didn't even realize we had left the church until I was called

my ear and I stand up, Jaxon looking at me to see if I needed him but I shake my head

though biologically I was never his. He raised me for

I'm even here, or why I'd even bother saying a few words to the man that told the whole world that I was not his daughter in a drunken outburst. Well, nobody is perfect and if I don't do it, I don't think there's anyone capable enough to say kinder words. Right now, My father is in a world now that harbors no hate or room for resentment so what's the point? All there is in his new world is light and I'm hoping he gets to work his way towards it. I've learned much from that man, might not be the usual teachings of a father that adores their child but it's because of him I'm so hardworking. It is because of him that I know unconditional love and that I possess such a trait, to love him even when some thought he didn't deserve it, when

my seat, next to my lovely

was beautiful." She says to me and I nod my head, quickly going back to that numbness and thanking it, going

the moment. With everyone dropping off sympathy bakes or grills, drinking coffee

to be found, his sidekick had disappeared too and I found

reminding myself to find Jaxon and ask him why he was so

question, were you born with a birthmark?" He

to show him the

He says, touching

and he pulls down his shirt to

I'm guessing that's the proof you