I spent a few hours in my car, crying until all of my tears dried up. I couldn't go home. I didn't have anywhere to go. I couldn't go to Delilah. What would I even tell her?
"Oh hey, so my dad kills werewolves."
Yeah, that didn't sound crazy at all.
I had turned my phone off an hour ago, not wanting to see all of the missed calls from my father. Now that I turned it back on, I was overwhelmed with all the messages. Over and over again my father begged for me to come home so we could talk. There was nothing left to talk about. I didn't even know who he was right now.
I ended up dialing Delilah's number. She answered on the second ring, "oh good you called." She sighed in relief. "Your dad is freaking out."
"You spoke with my dad?" I questioned.
"Of course. He said that you guys kinda dished it out, you left, and he hasn't heard from you since."
"Yeah." I rested my head against my steering wheel. "I can't talk about it right now. Can I come to your place?"
"Yeah, sure. I'm here."
"See you in ten." I said quickly and hung up the line. I drove out of the parking lot and towards her house.
In a little under ten minutes I was parked in Delilah's driveway. She stepped out onto her front porch to greet me. I climbed out of my car and walked towards her. I instantly hugged her tight. I was crying again, I thought I'd gotten rid of all my tears, but surprising I was still sobbing. Delilah led me into her house and up to her room. I plopped back onto her bed and starred up at her smooth ceiling. She sat down beside me, "so what did you guys fight about? His rules?"
I nodded, "something like that."
"Well whatever it was, he sounded really sorry." Delilah offered.
"Yeah, I bet he was." I closed my eyes. "Can we talk about something else?"
"Yep."
We ended up talking about gossip and boys for the rest of the morning. We ordered a pizza for lunch and ate the whole thing between the two of us. We watched scary movies and laughed when we screamed. When the afternoon rolled around, I knew I had to go home.
Delilah led me to my car, hugged me, and then watched me leave. I drove back to my house, a little nervous to face my father again. When I got back into my own driveway, I stared up at the front door for the longest time. Gaining the courage, I locked my car behind me and started for my front door. Inside, my father was pacing the front hall. He looked like a mess.
"Kanin!" He yelled, crossing the room in two quick steps to take me into a hug. A part of me just broke. I was crying once again, hugging him back. "Are you okay? I was scared."
"I'm fine." I pulled away from him. "I just needed time."
"I know you did." He said with a sad smile.
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Blood For Blood - (Number 1 in the Kanin Series)
Werewolf*COMPLETED* "Will you ever get tired of saving my life, hero?" My voice didn't sound like my own. "I'm not a hero, quite the opposite really." He shook his head and his voice was merely a whisper. "I can see the good in you." I told him. "Not everyo...