The OUTCASTS- The Beginning (Completed)

Chapter 36

The end of the week came faster than I wanted it to. I spent the majority of it in Miss Emily's office and in my room doing homework. The first two days after my suspension I'd finally convinced my parents to let him come over. I was still grounded, with the exception of George. I sat on my windowsill, with my windows wide open. Dawn fell, filling the sky with shades of oranges, reds, and purples. I listened to the sounds of the forest and wanted to run in it. Experience the wind on my skin and the ground underneath my feet.

"Damned hunters," I grumbled.

I heard a car pulling up in the driveway. My head sank. The moment I had been dreading for the last 4 days had finally come. Reluctantly, I stood up and went downstairs. Half-way down the stairs I heard voices. One I didn't know, and another I hadn't heard in years. "Kain. You grew a beard?" Grams asked in her New Yorker accent.

"Yes, mother," my dad sneered.

I got to the bottom, and there she was. Her silver hair in a bun, her wrinkles clung to the bones underneath. She still wore buttoned up shirts with flower patterns, handmade pants, and sandals. Typical old lady clothes, she wears them to give the illusion that she's normal. Until, you say the wrong thing.

Her brown eyes that are framed with laugh lines were wide with surprise.

"Is that you pup?" Grams asked.

"Yeah Grams. It's me," I gave a tight smile. A sense of familiarity took over at the mention of my nickname. She used to call me that when I was a kid.

"Come here," she said holding out her arms for a hug. I was caught up with her in the hug when I first noticed the man standing in the doorway. He was tall and slim man, a bit pale, but with brown hair that was peppered with grey hair. He had a flannel shirt and worn-out jeans. He looked and smelled like a farmer.

Grams and I separated from our embrace. She had a proud smile on her face.

"Thanks Christopher, for taking care of her. Your dept is repaid in full," my dad said shaking the man's hand. "Well, I hope to not make another one in the future. I'll see you around," Christopher said with a Texan drawl, but he eyed my grandmother wearily.

"Let's hope," my dad let go of his hand and wrapped it around my moms waist.

"Take care," my mom said. They said their Good-byes. My dad closed the door and picked up a duffle bag that laid by the front door. He walked with it to the guest bedroom.

"I want to know everything," Grams said leading me to the living room.

"Like what Grams?" I asked confused.

"You know. Boyfriends, friends, your adventures in the different towns you stayed in. Oh, and your first change. That is the one I really want to know about," she sounded excited. My mom sat with us.

"She hasn't had her first change yet," My dad said as he rounded the corner. "What? But..." Grams frowned.

"She never had her first change. We're sort of still waiting for that," My mom explained.

"I can smell it. She clearly has the scent of a fully-fledged werewolf. Not to mention, why didn't I know about this?" She glared at my dad.

"We weren't on speaking terms, remember mother," my dad said with venom.

"Bullshit. You didn't want to tell me. You know my cell phone number by heart. You could have called. You didn't because you feel like you don't need me," Grams straightened.

My dad looked at the floor his breathing came fast. "Well see Grams. Alot has happened, since we moved here a few months ago..." I told her everything I'd encountered. Except for Emma. If Grams found out about Emma, she'd track her down and kill her. After I finished my story, she was thoughtful for a moment.

"So, these hunters that cast this spell on you, that made you change, they're dead?" grams asked.

"Yes." I nodded.

"Good, because if they weren't I would have shown them that a werewolf isn't to be reckoned with," Grams sneered.

"Mother," my dad sounded annoyed.

"Oh please. You know that that is how you should react toward the people that hurts your pup. Not your usual method of running away," she folded her arms. "I'm not in this conversation," my dad stood up and walked into the kitchen.

"See running away," Grams said triumphantly.

"I don't run away," My dad stormed back into the kitchen. They bickered for another half-hour. Going from my dad running away, to him not doing a good enough job protecting me. I was a few seconds away from ripping out my fingernails when they finally stopped. My Grams taking the win of this battle. "I'm going to bed," I said after a few moments of silence. Not waiting for them to respond, I stood up and went to my room. Closing the door behind me, I leaned against it. My bed looked very inviting. Unable to escape the thought of the mattress underneath my back, I walked over and fell onto it.

My thoughts swirled around my head. There was a part of me that was relieved that the worst part was over. I knew I could sleep well now, knowing that the Boss wouldn't come after me or my family ever again. We were safe for now. But I was still worried about Henry's warning. There will be others and they might be worse than Franklin or the Boss.

I needed to be prepared, but for now, I could rest. Try to survive my parents and Grams.

I knew it was going to be hard, she has no regard for personal space. And it seems like we have a great relationship, but we honestly don't. She loves to eavesdrop and go through my things when I'm not here. I can handle her if I've survived this long. I could go on a little longer. I let my worries slip away as I, after what seemed like a long time, fell into a peaceful, wonderful sleep.