The Weight Of Us → Liam Dunbar

Daddy Kills Werewolves

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I threw my pencil at the wall, once again. Algebra is so frustrating. Who the hell even created it!?

My phone buzzed and I grabbed it, seeing a new text message. "Open your window ;)" I read out loud. How did I just read a winky face?

I shrugged my shoulders, then debated or not to look at the window. Finally, I did, seeing Liam smiling like an idiot. I rolled my eyes before getting off my bed and opening the window. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked, but smiled anyway.

"Can't I visit a friend just for the fun of it?" He asked.

I laughed before grabbing his arm and pulling him in. He landed on the floor with a thud. I busted out laughing before helping his off the floor. "You are the most clumsy werewolf I've ever met. And I live with Scott."

He smiled again. "That's my goal in life. To be a socially awkward, clumsy, werewolf that has no idea how to control himself."

I sat criss crossed on my bed, pushing my homework aside. "So what brings you here?"

"Let's do something."

"Something?"

"Yeah. Something exciting. For once we're not running for our lives. Let's make the most of it."

"Okay," I nodded. A day off didn't seem like a bad idea. Plus I deserved a day without worrying. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well." He sat next to me on my bed. "I have many suggestions. But there is one particular idea that I find most fond." Liam smirked, and leaning in.

I put my hand up, covering my face but still grinning. "Still not the time for a relationship."

Liam groaned. "But I was so close!" He said, and I laughed as he fell back on my bed.

"Try again another day."

Suddenly, Liam shot up, causing me to look at him strange. "Is anyone home?"

"No. Melissa's at work and Scott is who knows where. Why?"

"Does someone have the keys to the house?" He stood up, beginning to panick.

"Just my dad," I trailed off. "Oh no." I stood up next to Liam. "You have to hide!"

"Why?"

"Daddy kills werewolves, Liam!"

His eyes widened, and I pushed him under my bed, then sitting on top of it and opening my textbooks. Just then, Dad opened the door just a bit and knocked on it lightly.

"You know what's the point of knocking if you already came in?" I joked, hoping he doesn't have weird werewolf senses.

"Okay, what's the point of breathing if you're just going to die?"

"Touche, father. Touche." He laughed lightly, and I realized he was holding something behind his back. "Is there something you need to give me?"

He looks up at me, and I can see hesitation.

"Dad, whatever it is, I can handle it. I dealt with so much already."

He sighed before showing me what's in his hand. "Allison made it, before she, well you know."

I slowly wrapped my fingers around the arrow. "I know. I was talking to her while she made it. Feels like years ago." I smiled.

"I thought you should have it. Scott gave it to me before we left to France, and I forgot all about it. Can't believe it took me this long to find it."