Fears To Face

∞ Chapter 15 ∞

~ Rayne ~

My table was full with printed papers. She was probably on her way already. There were two glasses on the sink, juice in the fridge, the radio quietly whispered in the background, the glass door was open a bit for the fresh air. Looking around from the couch I inhaled satisfied; everything was settled.

I jumped up when I heard a car slowing down in my driveway. A car door closed, stones crunched under her feet, louder and louder, three lights steps on the stairs, one deep breath and then she knocked on my door. Opening the door, I took in her beauty. She wore a tight navy jeans, a green shirt with fancy curling letters on it and on top a light grey loose vest. She wore a small smile, trying to make it smaller than it was meant. Her long thick auburn hair stood magnificently around her strawberry face. The first thing I noticed in her face where the lighter, smaller dark circles under her fresh looking eyes. I inhaled relieved.

“You listened,” I smiled. She seemed puzzled first and wanted to say something, but I added, “You slept last night.”

She smiled shyly and as I stepped aside to let her in to my house, she said jokingly, “Yeah, all thanks to you.” She walked into my living room, looking around. When she saw the kitchen table covered with papers she laughed. “Wow, you must have used all the ink they had in their printer.”

“I didn’t use enough  to get the machine start yelling for new, but when I walked out the library after I was done and a small girl stood by a computer it did. I a bit felt guilty for scaring her. You should have seen the look on her face when the piercing sound filled the room and made everyone looking at her.”

A very pleasant grin filled my room. When the grin faded, she turned around to look at me.

“I haven’t listened to you completely, though,” she confessed, holding one arm with her other hand, nervously pinching it as she avoided my eyes. “I asked my mother some things.” My eyes grew wider, gazing over her body. Was she harmed? She didn’t look like she got hit. “I didn’t ask her out of nothing, please let me explain,” she said when she saw my expression, biting her lip. When I sighed, but didn’t say anything, she continued.

“I told her I was stressed lately and so I referred to her massage and whether that helped or not. She didn’t think I could do anything with the information she told me, to anyone it would just sound like a normal massage. She said that you felt the positive energy flow into your body through the hands of the massager and she was talking about, needles, like acupuncture. She said it with passion Rayne, doesn’t that mean she like the way it feels? I mean, that’s positive right?” I nodded, supporting her in her story. She did play it well, I must say. She looked down when she continued. “I was curious, about the fact that Sam and I aren’t wolves, so I –”

I gasped. “You asked her why Sam isn’t a werewolf although he is the eldest? Do you have any idea how –“ She bit her lip harder as my voice grew angry. I could hear her teeth sinking in the flesh on the inside of her mouth. “What did you ask, exactly?” I asked, wanting her to get those teeth out of her flesh. She peeked up, but lowered her view again before she continued.

“I made it look like I was afraid for Sam and me to turn into wolves. I told her she was only trying to protect us, but if she could only tell me how she got it, and whether she knew if we could get it too.” I smiled. She was smart. Pleased her mother at the right time, obeying her wishes, and still get information out of her without building up her emotions in the negative way.

“What did she tell you?” I asked, wondering.

She looked up at me, more confident, but she was still hesitant. “She said there was no need to be afraid. That she took care of it a long time ago. She inherited it from her father. I couldn’t get out more without frustrating her.”