Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 3

Dylan POV

“Mom? I’m home!” I yelled the minute I finally got home. Almost instantly she came bounding down the stairs of our little house, she quickly engulfed me in her arms with tears in her eyes.

“Dylan, I’m… I’m so sorry about yesterday, I sat with you for hours, but you didn’t move, I had to get home to Freddie.” She cried on my shoulder while I just rolled my eyes. I’m not much of a hugger, I always just look awkward. She’s also very melodramatic sometimes.

“Mom, I’m fine.” My mom eventually stopped sobbing as she slowly let go of my form drying her eyes.

“Your dad would be so proud of the strong young lady you’ve become.” I smiled before turning to head up the stairs. “Dylan… I… I made your favorite.” I could already smell the beef broth she was making. The aroma wafting through the house. It was very rare we’d get the food to make beef broth, but I smiled and nodded my head at her knowing she must have done something to get the ingredients.

“Thanks mom.” Me and my mom have a complicated relationship, we don’t really talk all that much, but the love is very much there. She smiled before walking back to the kitchen to finish up dinner. We just have nothing in common, she doesn’t understand my fight back attitude, and I don’t understand her submissive one. We never really bonded like most parents do, she wanted a proper little girl, but she got me, the biggest Tom boy in existence. Of course she’s not much of a fighter, but it doesn’t mean that she won’t help me or my brother in anyway she can, or she at least tries to anyway. She relies on me an awful lot, probably too much sometimes, Sometimes I think she sees me as the stereotypical ‘man of the house’.

“Dilly.” I Turned around suddenly and barely had time to catch Freddie as he launched himself off of the sixth stair.

“Oof.” I felt slightly winded as he wrapped his legs around waist. My back stung from the pressure he placed on it. “Freddie, be careful, I’m still hurting a lot.” I groaned as he laughed.

on the ground. He took my hand in his little one,

two bowls of broth staring at my back as I sat down at the table. Slowly I allowed my hand

coat my finger proving my suspicions correct. It must have been bleeding quite badly if it was seeping through my layers. I knew some of them were

I can patch you up after we eat?!” She placed the bowls down on the table in front of me and Freddy, I

it needs wrapping tightly. Thank you though.” She sighed before going back into the kitchen to get her own bowl, then walking back in and

I’m capable of cleaning and re-bandaging your wounds Dylan, I’ve probably patched up much worse when you were little.” I rolled my eyes at her but agreed to

shirt while Freddy sat at the table to do his simple homework. It wasn’t long before my mother came in with a large

came

once the dressing was completely removed. The air on my back was nice though and I sighed as my arm covered my once again exposed breasts. “This is more than 15!”

fine, it’s alright.” She shook her

father would have…” here she goes again. Every single time something happened she’d always bring up dad, it really annoyed me because no matter how much we

know what he’d have done, most likely attacked

wounds with the warm salt water causing loud winces to leave me, I knew it was necessary to prevent

She sniffed again and my eyes rolled in