"Hey Dustin. What are you doing here?"
"I just came to see you. You passed out." Reality just sruck me. Im in my room, lying on the bed, and I remember all the details from last night. My brother has a couple of scratches and bruises on him.
"Are you ok?"
"I-Im fine. But we need to talk about last night."
"We sure do. I-I heard bones cracking. Are you ok?"
"No, no. Something else sweetie." I just stared at him. Sweetie? What the actual hell.
"Th-the bones you heard breaking. Those were -uh- I was-We were-ugh...." He put his head in his hands. He was looked as if he were making a decsion.
"Dustin? Did someone get hurt or something?"
"No, no. You may or may not belive me but you have to listen. Do you remember how mom died?"
"Yea..she died in the car crash."
"Well, not really, no she didn't. She was attacked by wolfs, werewolfs actually." I stared at him with wide eyes. What the hell was he playing at?
"Dustin I dont know what the hell your doing this for, her death is no joke."
"I know, I know. Im not lying. Its the truth. Werewolfs are real, and mom was a natural enemy of werewolfs..... Let me explain. "
"Werewolfs, they tranform from wolfs to humans, like the myths. Now, you've heard of vampires being the wolf's enemy. I dont know why really, but its all true. And mom was a vampire, well half vampire. It passes on from generation to generation. Do understand where I'm getting at?"
I just stared at him, he looked at me his face marked in wonder. He was wondering what I was thinking.
I took this moment to look around the room. We were in the living room at my aunty's house.
I got up and walked upstairs, glaning at Dustin on the way. I wanted to be alone still, to think. Try to figure out why Dustin would have to lie about mom's death. Actually, I just wanted to relax, not think about anything.
When I reached my room, I grabbed my headphones and plugged them in my phone, turning on my favorite song, Rythm of Love. Its soothing melody would put me in a great mood. I dont know how long I was listening to music until I fell asleep.
I was at home. Home as in my Brooklyn home, in my room. It was around midnight and I was listening to music lieing on my bed. My favorite hobby whenever I ate something. Its so dark. And I see the silent police lights flashing against my white walls. They come on my street every night, making sure everything is ok. I sat up and walked over to my window. The pigs were rounding the corner down the street. Sighing, I changed the song to Three Little Birds, Bob Marley, and started dancing. The only thing I was concerned about was the music, not wanting it to end.
I woke up at one in the mouring. I thought I was back home for a moment. When I rememberd where I was, I started to cry. I missed everything back home. I never expiernced homesickness before. It actually was painful. Then I remebered what happened earlier, about Dustin and the werewolf/vampire story.
I was in Dustin's room in no time, surprised to find him awake, reading.
"Dustin?" My voice was edgy and rough.
"What are you doing up Abby?"
"I could ask the same for you, Dustin" I mocked the tone he used with me.
"Its a really good book" He held up to show me he was reading Order of the Phoniex.
"Obvisouly." I joked with him. He sat up and closed his book.
