home. With the music blasting through my speakers, I wouldn’t have heard it ring.
I took my eyes off the back yard and eyed the time displayed on my alarm clock before scooping up my phone. It was two thirty-seven. I flipped open my phone.
Are you awake? It was a text message from William.
My face lit up and my heart beat wildly. What are you doing awake so late? I wrote back, chewing at the inside of my cheek and was glad he couldn’t see how nervous and excited I was to hear from him.
Couldn’t sleep. he messaged back in like, five seconds. You wanna hang out tomorrow?
Sure. But first I’ll have to ask my aunt. I was already going through in my mind what I was going to wear.
I’ll call you tomorrow. Sweet dreams.
A grin lingered on my face as I flopped over onto my back, staring up at the ceiling daydreaming about being with William until my concentration was broken by the familiar echo of a wolf’s howl wafting in through my window. It sounded the same as at the bonfire only this time it was closer … much closer.
Chapter 10
After fighting the bright sunlight that managed to find its way through every little crack in my curtains, I decided sleeping in was not going to be a viable option for me, so I sat up and angrily threw my pillow across the room. It hit the shelf above my dresser, knocking several books and my collection of seashells onto both my dresser and the floor. “Argh!” I slammed backward against the mattress, and then I remembered the howling that happened outside my window. I thought about telling Aunt Bev everything that went on, but decided to wait until I went back to school. There was no reason to freak her out and ruin the rest of my weekend, because as soon as she found out, she’d probably lock me in my room until I turned like thirty.
Since my mom’s death a few weeks back I’d hardly slept, which was probably why my temper had gotten so much worse lately. I thought about her all the time, wondering if I’d been home would I have been able to save her.
I put on a pair of baggy sweats and my mom’s old long-sleeved Bob Marley tee-shirt I had borrowed for my trip. I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, staring at my face. My light blue eyes seemed to be getting darker and taking on a green hue. My hair was turning a deeper red as well. I knew that wasn’t really possible … or was it? I shrugged my shoulders, pulling my hair into a loose bun, brushed my teeth and headed down stairs.
Aunt Bev was not in the kitchen when I went down for breakfast. She had a pitcher of fresh orange juice on the table, and a plate with bacon and biscuits beside it. I went down the hallway and as I entered her room, I heard her shower running.
I scanned her bedroom admiring how beautifully it was decorated. A large wrought iron canopy bed covered the biggest part of one wall. Sheer curtains were twisted and draped through the top, and the bed was covered with an overly plush white down comforter trimmed in light blue with matching throw pillows of white and blue. There was a chocolate-colored, faux suede chaise facing a huge rock fireplace with a forty-two inch flat screen attached to the wall above it. I glanced at the antique dressing table and that’s when I noticed her cell phone sitting next to a picture of her and my mom.
I quietly crossed the room, and picked up her phone. My heart raced from the fear of being caught, but I just had to see who she had been on the phone with so late at night when I’d come home from the bonfire.
My heart all but stopped beating when I scrolled through her recent calls and found the name Annalisa. Just then, the shower water stopped. I promptly closed the phone and ran from her room, not slowing down until I’d reached the kitchen. I tossed a biscuit onto my plate, shoved a piece of bacon in my mouth and poured some juice.
A few minutes later, Aunt Bev came into the kitchen. It didn’t take much to notice she was so totally not acting like
I took my eyes off the back yard and eyed the time displayed on my alarm clock before scooping up my phone. It was two thirty-seven. I flipped open my phone.
Are you awake? It was a text message from William.
My face lit up and my heart beat wildly. What are you doing awake so late? I wrote back, chewing at the inside of my cheek and was glad he couldn’t see how nervous and excited I was to hear from him.
Couldn’t sleep. he messaged back in like, five seconds. You wanna hang out tomorrow?
Sure. But first I’ll have to ask my aunt. I was already going through in my mind what I was going to wear.
I’ll call you tomorrow. Sweet dreams.
A grin lingered on my face as I flopped over onto my back, staring up at the ceiling daydreaming about being with William until my concentration was broken by the familiar echo of a wolf’s howl wafting in through my window. It sounded the same as at the bonfire only this time it was closer … much closer.
Chapter 10
After fighting the bright sunlight that managed to find its way through every little crack in my curtains, I decided sleeping in was not going to be a viable option for me, so I sat up and angrily threw my pillow across the room. It hit the shelf above my dresser, knocking several books and my collection of seashells onto both my dresser and the floor. “Argh!” I slammed backward against the mattress, and then I remembered the howling that happened outside my window. I thought about telling Aunt Bev everything that went on, but decided to wait until I went back to school. There was no reason to freak her out and ruin the rest of my weekend, because as soon as she found out, she’d probably lock me in my room until I turned like thirty.
Since my mom’s death a few weeks back I’d hardly slept, which was probably why my temper had gotten so much worse lately. I thought about her all the time, wondering if I’d been home would I have been able to save her.
I put on a pair of baggy sweats and my mom’s old long-sleeved Bob Marley tee-shirt I had borrowed for my trip. I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, staring at my face. My light blue eyes seemed to be getting darker and taking on a green hue. My hair was turning a deeper red as well. I knew that wasn’t really possible … or was it? I shrugged my shoulders, pulling my hair into a loose bun, brushed my teeth and headed down stairs.
Aunt Bev was not in the kitchen when I went down for breakfast. She had a pitcher of fresh orange juice on the table, and a plate with bacon and biscuits beside it. I went down the hallway and as I entered her room, I heard her shower running.
I scanned her bedroom admiring how beautifully it was decorated. A large wrought iron canopy bed covered the biggest part of one wall. Sheer curtains were twisted and draped through the top, and the bed was covered with an overly plush white down comforter trimmed in light blue with matching throw pillows of white and blue. There was a chocolate-colored, faux suede chaise facing a huge rock fireplace with a forty-two inch flat screen attached to the wall above it. I glanced at the antique dressing table and that’s when I noticed her cell phone sitting next to a picture of her and my mom.
I quietly crossed the room, and picked up her phone. My heart raced from the fear of being caught, but I just had to see who she had been on the phone with so late at night when I’d come home from the bonfire.
My heart all but stopped beating when I scrolled through her recent calls and found the name Annalisa. Just then, the shower water stopped. I promptly closed the phone and ran from her room, not slowing down until I’d reached the kitchen. I tossed a biscuit onto my plate, shoved a piece of bacon in my mouth and poured some juice.
A few minutes later, Aunt Bev came into the kitchen. It didn’t take much to notice she was so totally not acting like
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