Fell For You

Just Cousins, Not Friends

"Why would you punch Embry?" Kristina inquired, her anger flaring when I arrived home.

I quirked an eyebrow. "How did you know?"

"Small reserve word travels around fast." She answers through gritted teeth.

"He may be your boyfriend Kristina, but he was my best friend first. So don't ask me something I've been pondering on for the last thirty minutes of walking home with Seth because my cousin is sick with flu." I snapped and walked past her into the house.

I heard her follow me. "All I'm saying is its dangerous. Okay? You can't just walk around punching people twice your size because your having problems."

I stopped halfway up the stairs and turned to her. "It's my problem and business who I punch and don't punch." I scoff before resuming my walk up the stairs.

"Mel you can punch anyone on this reserve except the p-Sam and his friends. They're dangerous to be around when they're mad." She scolded.

I chuckled sarcastically. "Why do you think I'm trying to protect my cousin from those hot-headed baffoons."

She placed her hand on my shoulder, causing me to turn and face her.

"You don't even know what they do. You have no right to judge them."

I shrugged her hands off my shoulder and tilted my head. "I think I might just pretty much get the idea. Let me guess, its something that involves turning scrawny teenagers into bulky muscular over-tempratured, hot-headed guys that prefer short jeans and cut hoodies even though this place freaking rains 24/7." I snapped and stormed into my room slamming the door behind me.

I slide down and buried my face in my hands. My back leaning against the door.

Why did it feel like there was an impending cloud of doom hanging over my head?

Later that night dinner was normal. Though the most disturbing and annoying part was Mum, Dad and Kristina kept sending nervous glances at each other.

We quickly finished off and I decided to tuck Melissa in since I haven't been hanging around with her for a while.
I brushed her hair as she laid in bed playing with her stuffed Fox.

"Melody?" Her sweet innocent voice asked breaking the peaceful silence.

"Hmm?" I hummed.

"D-do you believe in the legends. The one Uncle Bill tells at the bonfires? And also the one's daddy tells us, about the Werefox's" Her voice was soft and slightly hesitant.

"Yup."

She sat up from her bed and leaned on the bed rest. "No, I mean. Like really, really believe they exist, not Santa Claus exist." She said, her hands playing with Mr Fox nervously.

She has to be the only 8 year old alive not to believe in Santa Claus.

"Well...there is a limit as to where one's imagination can expand to and as for me I belive they are the truth. But I don't believe in them as in a literal thing." I said softly hopping that somehow satisfied her growing curiosity.

She stayed quiet for a moment pondering on a thought, before she leaned in close enough to whisper.

"Can I tell you a secret?" She whispers softly in a low tone.

I nod trying to fight off a grin, she seemed pretty serious so I guess I should try to put on a straight face.

"Sure thing."

She sighs. "When I was playing tea party with my barbies and Mr Fox, I saw a wolf in the woods. Near our house. It was huge, twice the size of normal wolves with big brown eye's and it was staring straight at me. But it was a friendly wolf, a protector, just like what Uncle Bill said. And it nodded at me."