School wasn’t as dreadful as I feared it would be, but that was mostly because by the end of my third class my biology teacher said, “Kayley, go home. You’ve been sitting here like this for days, take your time and get some sleep. Then come back. This way you won’t absorb anything either.”
I knew I wouldn’t sleep anyway, but I nodded politely, packed my stuff and went home. Everything was better than staying in the muffled scent of the old building, with Gwyn constantly eyeing me whether I would break down in the middle of the hall.
At home I put a movie in the DVD-player and fell on the couch. I didn’t really know what the film was about and I didn’t really care. It did want I wanted it to do; change the crammed room in my brain from horrible scenes to lighter ones, reducing the volume of my worries just enough so that I didn’t constantly feel like my head would burst.
By the time the credits crawled over the screen, the front door opened and Sam came in. He came over to the living room immediately. “How long have you been home?” he asked.
“Uhm… dunno, only had my morning class,” I shrugged, giving him a side-way glance.
“And you just went home after that?” he asked indignantly. “Kayley, this is crazy. This has to stop. Now.”
Baffled, I looked up at him. “I’m sorry? Are you going to let me explain?”
His arms crossed tightly over his chest. “Fine, explain,” he said angrily.
I sat on the edge of the couch, turning around to meet his eyes. “My teacher told me to go home. I didn’t just leave because I didn’t feel like being there.”
His expression changed, softened. He looked…nervous. What the –? “Oh. Well, this still has to stop anyway. I mean, have you slept tonight?”
Why was he questioning me like this?
“No, I haven’t slept a minute. You expected something else?” The sharp edge in my voice made his face fall. “Come on, Sam. You know I have barely slept since Monday. Only a few hours Tuesday night, and then Wednesday Rayne came along again and I couldn’t sleep anymore.”
Another nervous twitch.
“Did you fight with someone?” I asked, wondering.
He put his hands in his pockets. He was seriously restless. “No.”
“You’re lying.”
“No, I’m not,” he said way too fast.
I wasn’t in for a ‘yes & no-game’ right now. I got up. “Fine. I’m making homework.” I pushed past him to the staircase.
“Wait.”
I groaned. “What?”
“Do you want to see him again?”
“I’m sorry?! I am not going to talk about him right now. Why are you even asking?” I questioned, not liking this one little bit. Besides, I didn’t know if I wanted to see him again. I feared him since I found out so much about his true character or at least what his future would look like. I missed his friendship too, for some reason, but I would get passed that. Eventually. I just couldn’t use another wolf in my life. Not now I knew.
Sam shrugged. “You said yourself yesterday you liked him, and I think you miss him too.”
“It doesn’t matter. Why do you care?” I didn’t want Sam’s pity on top of all this shit.
“I care about you. You’re my little sister,” he said dejectedly.
I groaned. “I don’t need your interference on the Rayne-subject. Leave it.” I pushed past him, running up the stairs and straight into my room.

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Fears To Face
Teen FictionKayley Gaines knew werewolves existed all her life, for she lived with one. All her life, she had stayed far away from them, knowing the horrors of their lives. Her mom was enough to deal with each month. But then she meets Rayne, a good-looking, sc...