THE BOY WHO WATCHES THE MOON [werewolf]

CH 5

JUSTIN'S P.O.V.

As I entered the living room, I was greeted with a glowing smirk and a serious glance. My attention faced Kye, whose arms were crossed like he was unamused, but the corners if his lips were itching to turn upwards.

"You need to learn to control yourself, you dumb shit." He said. I rolled my eyes, and flipped over the back and onto the white couch in front of me, my index finger tracing a seam on the cushion that was coming undone. After a glance up at the two, it seemed that the smirk on Dillon's face had faded.

I leaned over, balancing my elbows on my knees, then resting my chin on my folded hands. "Why are you making everything so serious? It was nothing. I promise, it was nothing. I was just messing around with her."

"You don't know the first thing about it, Dustin. Not even if it hit you in the face." All it seemed that Kye would ever do is continue to lecture his brothers. His eyes were stern, and his arms had fallen back to his sides; I took notice to hands that were clenched into fists.

"I do know what I am, Kye." I started, standing up. He was only a couple inches taller than me. "You act like everything I do is going to screw my life up. Why can't you take a break for once, from being this serious guy, and have a little fun?"

"Listen, punk," Kye stepped closer, and I could feel his body heat radiating off of his skin. His eyes had turned dull, a dark, dark brown. Never a good sign. "My job isn't to be your friend, it's to make sure you get raised into what you're meant to be, and that's not some dainty, love struck, hormonal teenage boy. I knew this girl was going to be a damn problem, I knew it." He managed to look at me so hard, it felt like pins were pricking into my eyes. I stood taller, looking at him the same way, but I felt a lot weaker.

"What do you know about love, you prick?" I had something I could hold against him. He saw it coming, I saw it in his expression. He knew what I was going to say. "Chase is the first girl you've interacted with since you almost beat Casey shitless."

His hands balled up even tighter, sending a shock of pain straight up his veins. He shoved me backwards, and I stumbled to catch myself. I glared, staying straight up. "I couldn't control myself, how could you even bring that up? Who raised you to be such an inconciderate bastard?"

"You! You keep me locked up from everything any other teenage boy gets to feel, and it's not fair! I don't deserve this, just because you screwed up doesn't mean I will too!" I raised my voice. He let out a huff, and turned in slow circles, his fingers intertwined on the top of his head. He was attempting to calm himself down.

"I'm just protecting you from making the same mistakes." He finally said. I closed my eyes, rubbing my fingers on my temples. I had gained a massive headache, which seemed to be getting stronger by the minute.

"I... I'm sorry..." I started, cracking open my eyes. My face was scrunched up, trying to control the pain. "I'm sorry."

He didn't speak. I realized Dillon had been there the whole time. He was now sitting in the arm chair to the side, his hands ruffling through his hair as he stared at his feet. I slowly backed out of the room, first careful footsteps, then I just turned and ran. I couldn't be there anymore, I had to get away.

I sprinted through the door to the kitchen, scraping past the table and out the door, passsing Chase on the way. I couldn't bare to look at her. I made it out the backdoor, and after that... I just ran.

I ran for a couple of minutes before I came across the big hill I tended to go to get alone, but it seemed like it was just too close. I looked out at the woods, the wind gently carrying away leaves from the trees. Today, it was warm, or as warm as fall typically gets. The sun glazed every surface around, a gentle breeze setting the fall mood. I caught my breath as I gazed ahead of me.