~SPECTORTOME~ Wattys 2016

Chapter 9

"Katie, get up." A boy commanded, shaking me awake.

"What!?" I said, getting up to find Cormac looking worried.

"You were mumbling in your sleep about Horatio. Did he do something to you?" Cormac's eyes searched mine. Even though I had only met him yesterday, he had already taken over the role of big brother.

I shook my head, "the only clothes I have are torn apart. So, do you guys have anything?"

"I have a t-shirt," he laughed, "but other than that, the only girl in the house is Mom, so no." Rolling my eyes, I got up and immediately reached out a hand for my glasses, but found nothing. A brief moment of panic ensued before I remembered that they were crushed.

"I need some glasses or contacts too," I told him, squinting in an effort to actually see. My brother nodded and grabbed my arm, pulling me out of bed, "hey, I have legs. I can get up on my own."

"You sound like Caleb." Cormac commented, opening the door with me in line behind him. He led me down the stairs through the bookstore into a kitchen and dining room area. The rest of the family was assembled except Caleb.

"I thought you were getting Caleb." Mrs. Jacobs commented, seeing that I was definitely not her son.

"Yeah, I was. Then, he kind of decided that throwing me out of the room and locking the door was a good idea, so I opted out." Cormac informed her.

"Well, someone needs to wake him up." Richard said, taking a bite out of a bagel he was holding.

"How about you Katie? I heard you asking him for help last night." Horatio suggested. Even without my glasses I could tell he was smirking.

"I'd explain myself," I told him, "but I think your pal Enra has that covered." Walking back the way I came, I left the Jacobs to look back and forth between the two of us until I was out of sight. I reached Caleb's door and politely knocked. 

"I'm not getting up Cormac. Horatio, quit teasing me about Kathleen, hearing about her is starting to get on my nerves. Richard, just leave now. Mom, I just want to be alone for a bit, so you can stop freaking out." Caleb said through the door.

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that, but I was sent to get you downstairs." I apologized.

Within seconds, the door was open and Caleb appeared trying to button on a shirt and failing. "Sorry, I didn't know that it was you. I just don't want to get up today and act like I'm okay because I'm not." Caleb explained.

I wanted to say something. Being a werewolf must be awful, and obviously there is some pain that goes along with it. Having a girl in your family that's the same age as your younger brother must be different. Plus the fact that I'm obviously the last person he wants to be here right now, makes his life pretty awful. Only, I couldn't say anything. I wanted to go back to bed too.

"Here's an idea," I proposed, "how about we both go back to bed and act like this conversation never happened."

"Deal." He put out his hand, which I shook before going across the hall back into my room. The bed was inviting, but I was a mess. Luckily, I found everything I needed to look acceptable except glasses and clothes. After 10 minutes, I looked normal; my hair was brushed and teeth were clean.

Laying on the bed, I stared at the ceiling, yawning. I had a feeling that something was going to happen, but hopefully nothing right now. I started to go back to sleep, letting the darkness of closed eyes and ringing silence lull me to a comfortable sleep.

"CALEB OPEN THE DOOR!" Came a chorus of voices from the hallway. This was followed by a banging on Caleb's door. They had to wake me up again, didn't they?