beautiful Mistake

chapter 9

Blushing furiously I snapped my head back to look out the window; I had turned so fast that I heard a snap in my neck. Discreetly I lifted my hand up so I could rub the crick out of my neck with a groan. What was I thinking? He was a selfish, uptight jerk of a guy and a werewolf no less. So far the only thing he had shown to me was that I was a nuisance in his path and poured the entire fault on me for walking in on him in a fight with another werewolf. So why was I even considering him handsome? The corner of my mouth lifted in distaste as the rain whipped past the car that was now passing the road that led to my house.

“Where are we going?” I asked, trying to act nonchalant about the fact I had been staring a moment ago. “Because we just passed my house,” “Who said I wanted to go to our house, I’m driving,” he said obviously. “In MY car, when I was planning to go to MY HOUSE WITHOUT YOU

“But I’m the one driving,” he said again. “Because you blackmailed me into letting you drive…if you won’t drive me home, just stop here and let me walk,” I said pulling on the door handle for emphasis. I wasn’t handling being in the same confined space with him well, and my emotions were going haywire. He looked at me shocked, “You hate the cold though,” I smirked at catching him surprised.

“Don’t try and act like you really know me"

took him a moment to reply, but he didn’t stop the car and I watched the blurred trees past us, “Sorry can’t do, we are to far from your house now, you might tell someone between here and there,” My eyes squinted in irritation,

“Fine, I’m not going to give into it, your inflated ego that feeds off my irritation,” I said simply and fell back against the window. I wondered how long he would talk without having to tease me. The rain didn’t stop; if anything it picked up and pelted the car to mercilessly that I was worried for the paintjob. I had just now noticed that the music station had subtly been turned onto something that resembled hard rock, and I sighed making myself calm down before I fed into his need to irk me, which was probably the only reason he changed the channel. “Where are we going?” I asked again, realizing I hadn’t gotten an answer before; my fingers were drumming on the seat, absentmindedly.

to the pack,” he cleared his throat, covering it up as a faint cough. “I need to work out some details about your watch schedule, and other matters,” “Then why am I going?” “Because I still need to watch you, can’t leave you alone at home now can I?” I stiffened in my seat, for one thing, I was positive at lunch that I hadn’t told him about t my father not being home ever when I was, sometimes going a week at a time before I got a glimpse at his clean-shaven, yet sleep deprived face. “Who says I’m going home alone?” I asked nervously, was I seriously dealing with a stalker/kidnapper here.

“I have my sources,” he smiled wildly, just as we pulled into a spot right by a house similar to the one that I had been in yesterday. Whipping my head around, I wondered how I had missed us turning towards here, or even coming down the long winding road that lead here.

He was out of the car and heading inside the house before I knew it. I sat there dumbfounded, as the car suddenly felt achingly empty, his overbearing presence gone. What was he doing to me? I felt the car start to get colder again and realized he had taken the car keys again. Yeah, why leave me with them, I’d just drive away. At least he was smart, in some ways. Sighing, I quickly opened the door and ran onto the porch, that shielded me from the rain that was splattering up the dirt making it sprits up in mud. The dark clouds had made the whole atmosphere feel as if it were night, a strange feeling when I checked my watch to see it was only four, no one else would even be out of school yet.

The lights inside of the house were warm and inviting, but I stood there in the threshold of the door, gazing in. The sweet smell of cooking from deep within the confines of the household wafted out towards me, but I stood halted, feeling so out of place in the homey atmosphere. So instead of letting myself go inside for the warmth that seemed to radiate inside, I walked over to the end of the porch and settled in the rickety wooden swing that hung by chains from the porch roof.

Life seemed to not exist in the two times I had been here, no one was outside the houses as if everyone was holed up inside. Away from me. I had found out their secret, so who really would want to contact me? So I just sat there staring at my hands as they wound around each other impossibly, giving myself a thumb war between them. There was a creak in front of me as I recognized the sound of a screen door opening and I looked up. A lady was standing there, looking shocked when she saw me sitting on the swing. Her black hair fell in waves down her back, curling in a wilt that looked natural; strands of it framed her round face. She was holding a pot, of what looked like dishwater, on her hip, which she shifted in surprise at the sight of me. Her bright silver eyes were wide, “Excuse me…you must be Samantha?” she asked, and I nodded.

Quickly she dumped the pot out over the side of the railing onto the ground. Why are you sitting out here?” she asked walking over to me, setting the pot on one of the side table’s before smiling sweetly. I found myself smiling back, she seemed friendly and I instantly responded to it. “Oh…uh, Tristan…car…yeah,”

I couldn’t find the right words to explain the situation, but she seemed to get it. “What have I taught that boy about manner’s?” she huffed, her black hair bonsing as she sat beside me. After drying her hands on her apron swiftly she held one out to me, “I’m Mrs. Everdeen, Tristan’s mom,” I took her hand, the warmth enveloping my own.

“Sam.” I responded, and she nodded, “Yes, I’ve heard all about you from…why don’t we get inside, this cold is close to unbearable, dear,” I nodded gratefully and we walked inside. I shivered at the absence of the cold, the wood floors and forest accents inside the house seeming to influence the heater’s to work harder. Mrs. Everdeen was so much different from Tristan in the brief conversation that had already started between us, she sounded sweet and friendly, it seemed impossible the two of them were even related. “Come to the kitchen dear,” she called walking down the hall. I took off my boots and carefully placed them by the door, before padding down after her.

The kitchen was an amazing sight, its up to date appliances all shining with silver surfaces. The counter space wasent near to used up as a huge set of ingredients were spread out widely in front of her as she walked around the floor that could be used as a ballroom. “Sit down,” she gestured me over to the set of bar stools that were lined against the counter. Slightly uncomfortable in a stranger’s home I sat down as she started chopping up carrots on the counter space opposite from me. “Thank you,” I murmured. “Tristan really should have taken you inside, it’s so impolite to leave you sitting in the rain like that,” she fussed.

its fine, I chose to sit out there,”

I stammered out, not knowing why I was covering up for him. “He still should have offered,”

The fire crackled from the living room next to the kitchen, soft music played on the stereo system. I admired the expensive attire that decorated the house, leather couches that looked perfect to snuggle in on, and a soft plush carpet, the kind that would slip between your toes when barefoot. “You don’t mind that I’m human?”

I said suddenly, the question nagging in the back of my subconscious. She laughed lightly, “Of course not dear, we’ve lived near humans for years upon years, it’s not like we have distaste towards them,” “But aren’t you worried that I would tell?” I asked, worried. She looked me in the eye, her warm eyes shining as she smiled, “No, dear, you seem like the sweet type of person, and I’ve already found trust in you, I have no doubt you will keep our secret.” I smiled back; glad I had someone’s trust. “What are you cooking?” I asked, moving onto easier subjects.

“Dinner…we would be honored if you would stay with us, Sam” she said, and I checked my cell phone instinctively, looking for a text message from my father. He always let me know when he planned on coming home for dinner, so I’d have it ready for him. Nothing and my stomach rumbled as I realized I was hungrier than I let on. “We insist,” she continued, noticing my hesitation. “If it won’t be too much of a hassle, I’d love to,” I said softly, and she nodded in approval. Just the thought of going home after being in such a warm home like this, it chilled me to the bone. To walk in an empty house to only be greeted by the glassy eyed images on the television and a dinner for one was just depressing. Maybe for just one night, I could pretend I had a family with night, I could pretend I had a family with this woman, with her sweet kind face and gentle attitude. Maybe just one time.