Watching Closely |A Isaac Lahey Story|

Chapter Eighteen

----Desai Evans----

My heart locks then my eyes fly open eyes, I take a deep breath when Isaac's familiar scent fills my nose. Somehow, I knew he was going to end up here today. I just did not think it would have been so soon, and him nearly giving me a heart attack. I sit up sleepily then look down to see that I am still in my clothes from yesterday. There is still paint in my hair, on my skin, and clothes. I look down at Isaac that has no paint on him; he has on sweatpants and his shirt is on my dresser. I sigh, I unwrap his arms from around me and grab my things to take a shower. I go into the bathroom, I strip and then I get into the shower.

While I was walking home I had managed to calm down a little bit and start to think of a plan to get more information about my mother. She always loves talking about her family and her childhood in Greece. The fact that she moved back and forth is something she loves talking about. More than her childhood, she loves to talk about how extraordinary and hard working her family was. And, that is how I am going to get her. My mother is very careful when she talks to me, but when she is talking about her family she gets so into it that she forget to stop and think. I am going to listen to her her heartbeat to see if it goes up or down by the questions I ask her. First, I have to make sure that I am not too suspicious in just asking her suddenly. My mother will suspect something, so, I am going to have to appear vulnerable which is not going to be hard since I found out these things last night. And, I know exactly what to do.

I get out of the shower then dry myself, I wrap the towel around my body, and then I wipe the steam off of the mirror. I use another towel to dry my hair. I put my damp hair into a damp ponytail then look at myself in the mirror. I am kind of pale, my eyes are still puffy underneath. Perfect, she will really believe me now. I go into my closet quickly then close the door, because Isaac is still sleep and I don't want him to see me in just a towel. I have to keep my mind focus; Isaac will distract me, and I am still kind of pissed at him for being so insensitive about my situation. 

A knock on my door comes "Desai, are you awake?" Ashton calls. 

"Yeah, I'm coming out now, Ash." I say, I put on my tank top and walk out of my closet. I quickly walk out of my room then quietly close the door behind me "What's up, Ash?"

"I just wanted to see if you know anything else about mom, because she wouldn't tell me anything. She would answer my questions, but in a way I wouldn't understand."

I sigh, I want to tell him, but I have to be careful from now on. I know that Ashton would not tell mom anything if I didn't want him to; I can't put him in danger. If I have to die, or suffer for something I don't want him involved. Since my parents have this outstanding lack of being responsible for us I have to be responsible for us. Since I am taking this on as his parent I am going to keep him out of this. I will not let Ashton lose his innocence he is way too important to me, one of my best friends. Technically, he is all I have left and I will work hard to make sure that our mother does not corrupt him.

"No, not yet." I lie "But, Ashton, promise me that whatever she tell you about werewolves you don't listen."

"I promise." He says with a skeptical look.

I walk downstairs to the living room where my mother sits reading some kind of book. I stand there for a couple seconds before she looks up at me. She closes her book as a concerned look comes onto her face. Her eyes has an automatic motherly love to it, but a quarter of that look was bitterness. Something I have always noticed when she looked at me. I never doubt that my mother does not love me; I am her child. Even as her child, being a hunter means more to her and the fact that I am half of what she hates I don't get all of her love.

"Dee, are you alright?" Mother asks with a frown.

I shake my head "No."

Mother pats the seat next to her, I walk over to her. I sit down on the couch beside her. Mother turns to face me and she waits for me to speak. I am scared out of my mind; I have to make this believable.