Werewolf Reborn: Book one Fresh Start

Chapter 2: Prodigy

The brakes squealed as we rolled onto the shoulder. I licked my lips which had become drier than the Sahara Desert. I've only been stopped by a police officer once in my life and that was one of the worst nights of my life. I could still hear Justin's—

NO! I told myself. This isn't like that.

But...

I couldn't tell who was shaking more, me or the Volkswagen. Because every step taken by that damn pig was a mini explosion in my ears. Shockwaves raced from the top of my head all the way down to my toes.

He's coming to get us, a young girl giggled in my head. It's him or us, Matty! Who's it going to be?

No, no, no!

This can't be happening. I shouldn't have been able to hear them till sundown. I was slipping, falling deep within myself. I wanted to curl up into a ball on the floor but if I did that, I would let the voices win. That could never happen again.

It is pointless, Matthew this time a woman spoke up. Give us the body, let us rip this dog of the state apart!

Go away! I told them.

More of them were coming. Too many to count, too many to understand. I wasn't in the car anymore. I was gone. I am gone. They will—

"Matt," Stacy's voice rang across the void. "It's okay, I got a fix for this, alright,"

Their hand was soothing my back. Everything was blurry. Had I been crying? I wiped my eyes.

"Matt," again Stacy called to me "I need you to grab a piece of paper out of the glove box, can you do that, buddy?"

I nodded while the heavy thud of the cop's boots bounced in my ear drums. I pulled a sheet of lined paper that was folded down the middle from the glove compartment. In the center of the sheet Stacy had written in big lime green letters: '.tcepser uoy ohw enoemos ees uoY'

I handed the note to my cousin. "Don't worry, you nerd," They said with the least reassuring smile ever. "Don't forget, your cousin is a total genius," Stacy asserted as they slid the paper into the front of their wallet.

Yeah right, I thought. More like total Jack as—

The cop tapped on the window. Stacy gave me the biggest dirt-eating grin as if to say 'Check this out,' before rolling the window down.

"Can I help you?" They asked in an annoyed tone.

That made me want to explode. Why? Oh, God, why did you say it like that Stacy? Do you have a death wish?

My cousin had a serious problem with any authority that wasn't my Dad. It was so bad that they almost did not finish high school because of it. They would only talk back to the teachers and if the homework seemed stupid Stacy wouldn't do it. Eventually, Dad threatened them by saying he wasn't going to teach them any more about magic until they got their grades up, and by George, I had never seen someone study so hard in their life. They actually ended their High School career with all A's.

But Dad wasn't here so Stacy got to be the biggest butt—head in the world. The officer (who I know was staring daggers at my cousin through his dark aviators) said in a deep southern voice " License and registration,"

"What, no 'please'?" Stacy chirped playfully.

I buried my head into my hands. I was no longer terrified but mortified from embarrassment. I just wanted to be arrested now. Anything to get away from my cousin.