Lycan's

9

Finn stood pacing in front of me, as I sat on my bed. "I'm sorry Lo, I didn't know he'd act like that." 

I smiled sadly. It wasn't Finn's fault and although I'd like to say it wasn't mine either I wasn't sure if I'd be able to. Yet I was unsure what I did to deserve the cold shoulder from Finn's father, there has to be a reason. I stood up and walked over to Finn, hesitant to talk. I placed my hand on his shoulder lightly and spoke softly, "It's okay. But we are leaving tomorrow and I think we both could use some sleep." I watched as his shoulders relaxed and his breathing slowed. This trip would do us both some good. We both needed to get away and relax a bit. 

"I'm going to go to bed, mmkay?" I said tentatively. He nodded slowly, turning towards the door to leave. 

"I'll see you early in the morning," he said softly. I smiled and nodded. After he walked out I sighed a pent up breath I hadn't realized I had been holding. I walked slowly over the huge bed that I'd slept in the last few days, quickly pulling the thick covers over myself. I fell asleep almost immediately. 

. . . 

I woke up the next morning before the sun was able to peak over the tall mountains that surrounded us. I quickly dressed and texted Finn, surprised that he wasn't knocking at my door already. I decided to leave my suitcase and go downstairs to get some breakfast before we left for the airport. 

I was in the middle of eating toast and eggs when my phone finally chimed. 

I'm sorry, I am running a bit behind schedule. Meet me in the garage around 6:45.  He texted.

I checked the time and quickly finished eating before hurrying up to my room to grab my bag.

When I walked into what I assumed was the garage I was shocked to find an unnecessary amount of cars. After closing my mouth, which I was sure had been hanging open since I'd walked in, I walked over to Finn who was standing next to an older car. It had to be more than a 40-year-old car. It was in great condition. It resembled a jeep of sorts, there were five seats in all. The outside must have been redone, the paint was a tan-textured type and was anything but flashy. 

"Hi, I'm sorry I was running late this morning," Finn said. His expression was anything but sorry, he looked stressed and upset. 

"No, it's okay. I can manage on my own," I responded softly. 

He opened the car door for me and walked around to the driver's side. 

. . . 

The drive was oddly quiet. It was so unlike anything me and him had ever experienced before. Usually, our conversation was light, never really anything substantial, but comfortable. I could tell by Finn's tense manner that something was wrong and I debated asking. 

"Finn," I started, "Is everything okay?" I asked. We had been in the car for an odd thirty minutes the uncomfortable silence ruining my previously excited mood. 

"You don't need to worry yourself," He answered. His voice was clipped and hinted that I shouldn't ask again. 

"So something is wrong and you are just refusing to tell me?" I prodded ignoring the clench gut feeling I had. 

"It's better if I don't tell you," he answered again glancing in my direction. 

I opened my mouth to speak and closed it again, hesitating. I looked towards the window, now was not the time. 

. . . 

The plane ride was the same. Finn was silent, the words that did pass between us were short and curt. 

When we finally pulled into the hotel we were going to stay in I sighed in relief, I felt gross and needed a shower. Once we walked into our room, it was the first thing I did. The hot water was relaxing and allowed me time to think clearly. I was torn, usually, Finn was very welcoming and talkative when around me. I wanted him to feel comfortable talking to me about everything, but that solemn look that had taken his face the last twenty-four hours made me wonder if I really did want or need to know. 

I got out of the shower quickly changing into my shorts and tank-top and brushed my teeth. I wasn't hungry. I climbed into the bed farthest from the door and fell into a restless sleep.