The next few hours were as Isaac said. I shifted back and forth, but the pain was excruciating. By the time I'd stopped shifting, my throat was hoarse from sobbing, and it was dark outside.
My mother wasn't coming home, perhaps for a day or so. I was a Demon. An Abomination. I had an Okan that was the same as the cruelest dictator I'd ever heard of. I couldn't tell anyone. Well. Almost anyone.
I dragged myself to the bedside, tears still dripping down my face, and pulled out my phone. Scrolling through the contacts, I pressed the number I knew would be there, even though he hadn't told me he'd put it there.
The moment Jax's motorcycle stopped outside, I ran out and almost knocked him over as I threw my arms round him, crying onto his leather jacket. He was shocked, but just held me close and rubbed my back as I cried it out.
"It's okay, it'll all be ok." He kept murmuring, although it could never be alright. I hadn't got much out over the phone, just "My Okan.... Demon" And a few other moaning words, but he'd told me to write a note to my mother if she came back and that he'd be over as soon as possible. I didn't know why I'd called him, perhaps because I could face no one else.
He pulled back, stroking my hair. "What are we going to do with you? You can't even find your Okan without pulling my life into it" He said, but he was smiling. I smiled back, although I was still shaking.
"I don't know when I'm going to change again... and I don't want people to see." He understood straight away, and pulled me onto the motorbike after him. I held onto him tightly. It felt as if my sanity was linked to him; I couldn't face this alone.
Thankfully I didn't shift on the bike, but when we got to his house, I only made it as far as the front door when my the bone-breaking agony began again, and I crumpled to the floor, letting it take me. When I gained control again, I was in my second form, and I looked up at Jax. His face was expressionless, but he moved forward and touched the fur that lined my jaw; it was a comforting gesture. Then the darkness pulled me back, and I shifted again and again.
When it was over, I was exhausted, and Jax pulled me upstairs and put me in a bed. I couldn't tell whether it was his or not, but he sat on the windowsill and watched me as I drifted off. I wanted to thank him, to tell him how scared I was, but the exhaustion washed over me, and I closed my eyes.