The Hunted

Leslie

**Garrett's POV** 

“Morning Mrs. Hale!” I announced as I walked into the kitchen.

 

“Morning hun,” She greeted me with a smile, “Here you go.” Mrs. Hale placed a plate with eggs sunny side up of course, bacon, and toast. Also a glass of orange juice, just like I like it. She has always been like a second mom to me. Always cleaning, feeding and even looking into my grades just like my parents should.

 

So I thanked her by saying, “You are the best you know that?”

 

“Why thank you.” Mrs. Hale started blushing, then looked over at Mr. Hale as he was oblivious to the whole conversation, “I wish others would say something like that...” He didn’t move, he was sitting in his recliner chair reading the newspaper.

 

“It would really make my day!” She hinted and strained her voice as she sat on the couch, adjacent to him. Mr. Hale still ignored her, and took a sip of his coffee.

 

Mrs. Hale picked up a nearby pillow and chucked it at him. It came in contact with his face. Mr. Hale flailed his arms, the paper went flying, and his coffee spilling on his shirt. Mrs. Hale rose to her feet and entered back into the kitchen.

 

“What the hell Joanna!?”

 

“Don’t you ‘What the hell?’ me Michael Leslie Hale!”

 

I chuckled, Mr. Hale looked over at me and I heard a low growl. “What’s so funny!?”

 

“Leslie, th-that’s your middle name S-sir?” I broke into a full blown laugh. Mr. Hale lunged forward and put me in a headlock.

 

“Have anything else smart to say?” I basically was gasping huge breaths of air. For an old guy he’s pretty buff. Oh yeah! I forgot about his werewolf strength.

 

“Michael, let him go this instant.” Mrs. Hale commanded, he gave me a noogie and then let me go.

 

“And I happen to think Leslie... is a very manly name!” Mr. Hale remarked, trying to defend his manhood.

 

“Okay...Leslie.” Mrs. Hale taunted. Mr. Hale snuck up on her and tickled her at the sides. She jumped and started laughing uncontrollably. Just then the door opened and slammed shut. We all turned around and saw it was Peter.

 

“Hey,” He gave a half smile. He must have spent the night at Audry’s from the looks of his new shirt and pants. He sat down next to me at the table. We were all silent, Peter noticed the food and grabbed a piece of toast then bit into it. The kitchen grew silent all of our eyes were pointed towards him, finally he looked up at all of us.

 

“What?” He asked.