Gifted (on hold)

Chapter 5

I was surprised. But i wasn't scared.  

He seemed to notice this.  

"Then why was he so mean?" I asked. 

"That's what I would like to know. You're hiding something from me," It wasn't a question. His eyes narrowed. 

"Ok, i have a brother. He is my twin, actually. He's a Werewolf. His name is Riley. My mother hadn't suspected anything wrong with him. He was actually at our Grandparents house during the fire. I don't like talkinga bout him, because we were realy close." I looked down. " Even three year olds form bonds with their twin." I miss him. He had only ever changed in front me. And i had a really good memory when i was three. I still remember seeing it. It had been a lot to take in. Most Wolves turned at the age of 5 or 6. He was three. 

"Wow. Really? I thought I would never meet anyone else that has that experience," With genuine surprise. Then, "Was- were you scared?" with an intense seriousness. 

I thought for a moment. 

"Yes. A little. My brother was three when it happened. He is the only one in our family that i knew of, that had the werewolf gene. Most of my other family members were secretly supernaturals. And that's only what i heard from the Institute." 

"I- I just remember us in our bedroom playing. Then all of a sudden, his body just- contorted. His little muscles rippled under his skin. Hair sprouted, and, before i knew it, there was a little werewolf pup cowering in front of me." He wrapped his arms around my shaking frame. 

"But, you were just three, how do you remember all this so well?" He asked. 

"I don't know. I think it has something to do with my powers. Being a supernatural," I shrugged. 

"I guess that makes sense," he looked up, as if the answer would be in the clouds that were rolling in over our heads. 

"So, when did you first... see your dad?" I looked away. Not knowing if my question had hurt him in some way.  

"I was 7. His second had just died, and he needed someone to help him. He thought i was a wolf also, that I was a late bloomer. So he took me into the forest and just..." He shuddered. 

"I'm sorry Christian," I said. I didn't know what else to say. I wasn't one with words... 

"It's not your fault. You went through the same exact thing. But you were younger."  

"Either way, i guess it was a traumatic experience for both of us," I sighed. My mind wandered else where. 

"I still think about him every day, you know," I said matter- of - factly.  

"What? Who?" He looked confused. 

"My brother. My twin. I still think about him," I stared up at him, my head tilted to the right. "Everyday. Not just the Transformation process. Just how close we were," I sighed.  

"What I wouldn't give to have him back..." I found myself saying out loud. 

"Hailey..." His voice was pained. Seeing the tears in my eyes, he began stroking my face.

After a moment of pure silence, Christians head suddenly snapped up. 

"What's wrong?" I asked. 

"We're leaving. We're gettting away from this place," He said assuredly. 

"What are you talking about? Are you crazy? If we leave, They will be all over us. They will search every day once they realize we're gone," I had gotten to my knees and was facing him now.