Till Dawn Comes

Till Dawn Comes-Chapter Three

 Chapter Three

          It’s been two days since I woke up on the hard bed, which happened to be the same bed I’m laying on now. I haven’t really done anything, or seen Marcus. I can’t believe he changed me into a werewolf. Yeah, yeah, yeah it was to save my life but still! I can’t believe it.

     He changed me into something that I thought was just a myth two days ago. Do I believe in vampires now? Yeah, I guess I do. I wonder what Kari would say if I told her what happened. She’d probably understand, we are best friends. Best friends were supposed to understand everything right?

     I bolt upright in bed when I hear someone walking to my room. My room. . .

My alarm dims as I realize it has to be Marcus. Like, no one else would be here, so, it had to be Marcus.

I hold my breath as the person, whom I hope is Marcus walks into the room. I let it out when I realize I was right.

I cross my arms. “What do you want?”

            He sighs. “I was just checking up on you.”

     Checking up on me? What, is he scared I’m going to run away? Yeah, like I could do that. The only window in this small room doesn’t open and it’s small. I don’t even know if I will fit in it.

            “Why?”          

     He doesn’t answer me, instead he looks around the room and when he seems satisfied he turns around and leaves.

     He closes the door and I stare at it. That was the most pointless visit ever. You’d think that I would be devastated that he didn’t stay and chat so I can milk up his hotness but no, just because he’s hot doesn’t mean I trust him.

     I peel my eyes off the door and look around the room. There’s a bed, a dresser, pictures.

     “Can I use any of those to break the window?” I mutter quietly to myself as I walk over to one of the big, bulky pictures and study it. It has a large frame and the picture itself is pretty thick. I grab it and pull it off the wall, tensing for an alarm or something to go off. Yeah I know there’s probably not an alarm but it couldn’t hurt to be cautious.

     My whole body tenses as I wait for the beeping sound and let out a sigh of relief as nothing happens. I look at the picture and notice stuff I didn’t notice two days ago. I can see the paint strokes, everything. On the frame I can see the little nooks and crannies, and the indents where someone grabbed it too hard, the wood fibers. I gasp and drop it but before it can hit the ground I catch it and I stand there crouched as I hear footsteps coming down the hall.

     I look between the window, door, and the picture. Should I try to get out now? Or wait till he leaves?

     “Oh god,” I whisper as the footsteps get closer, “okay, I vote I try later.”

     I quickly put the picture back on the wall and jump to the bed. I just barely got settled on the bed when the door opens.

     “Hey Marcus.” I say while playing with the fluffs on the bed. He looks at me and I take a sharp breath. Does he know? Did he hear me?

     He slowly looks around the room than his eyes stop on the picture. He walks over to it. Oh god, oh god, he knows. I watch him as he eyes the picture.

     “Umm, what are you doing?” I ask hoping I don’t sound scared.

     He ignores me and reaches out to the picture. My breathing starts to come faster. Jody, stop. Get your breathing under control.