Grimm Fantasies: Little Red [FIRST DRAFT]

Mutt

  The alarm blared in his ear jerking him out of his dream, tumbling to the floor dragging the blankets with him. That was a terrifying dream, or at least he thinks so.

  What was going on again?

  Damn he couldn’t remember. He’s pretty sure there was running involved, pretty sure. His heart was still pounding in his chest like he’d just ran a marathon and, damn, he soaked in sweat. He could remember gun shots and a lot of pain, a lot. He felt like something important was being forgotten. Though he couldn’t remember what was going on.

  Whatever it wasn’t that important.

  He reached up and grabbed his phone off the night stand and turned off the alarm. 6:30 am was displayed on the screen along with a cloudy forecast and his zodiac sign daily reading. ‘The stars are aligned; new things will come to you.’ Great, he’d probably get chummy with the transfer student everyone was so hyped up to meet. He, or she, was supposed to have their first day today.

  He yawned and tossed his blankets back onto his bed just as his sister, Karen, poked her head into his room. Her bright eyes peering over the mess he’d made of his bed. Her blond hair was woven into French braids along her head and coming together in a bun. She was adorable and had the brightest smile.

  “Haven, breakfast is ready.” She told him in her sweet tone of voice with her gorgeous smile before turning on her heel and disappearing down the hall. Haven heard her stomp down the stairs and listened to the clinking around from down stairs. She was only half a year younger than Haven.

  Her parents died in a car crash when she was five and Haven’s parents had been her godparents. She didn’t’ look like anyone in his family, she was small and had blond hair blue eyes with pale skin to match. Haven and his parents had black hair and darkish skin. His parents both had brown eyes while Haven ‘inherited’ his grandfather’s bright blue ones.

  Haven doesn’t remember a lot of the incident and even if she wasn’t his real sister she was still the most important person to him. No matter what he’d make sure to be there for her for anything she could ever need. She was his little sister and he was going to protect her.

  Haven sighed and stretched his arms over his head hearing and feeling the satisfying pop in his back; sometimes he hated being a morning person. It would be so much easier to sleep until noon, though he did have school and it would suck to get detention. He hated the teacher that over sees detention, Mrs. Wells. It was like it was her job to make everyone miserable. Even her co-workers hated her, Haven wasn’t even joking about that. The other teachers avoided her like the plague, no joke that woman was not to be messed with.

  Haven took a quick shower to take care of some delicate morning issues before he tugged on his favorite pair of jeans and black wife beater and a bright red plaid button down over that. He did a once over in the mirror to make sure he didn’t have any fly-a-ways and tromped down stairs, knowing his mother would smooth down his hair even if he did bother to style it. Sure enough as soon as he entered the kitchen his mother handed him a plate of bacon and eggs and ran her fingers though his longish hair ruffling it up a bit and planted a quick kiss to his forehead.

 “Thanks mom.” He said and in response she said, “You’re welcome sweetie.” Her smile was tender and sweet. “Harold! Get your ass down here or no breakfast for you!” His mom shouted loosing that sweetness to her voice and as if on command his father stumbled down the stairs slipping his glasses on.

  “Sorry dear, I got a little carried away.” The smile returned to her face and she kissed her husband’s cheek and handed him his plate. Haven had taken his seat next to Karen and gave her a sheepish grin when she ruffled his hair fixing his mother’s work. He’s not sure what it is with the women of the household being so infatuated with his hair but they are.