The Werewolf Lovers

Sleepover

"Are you okay?"

I was riding on Andrew's motorcycle, having no idea where we were going.

"Yes." I lie, horrified.

He laughs. "Are you really okay?" he asks.

"No." I say.

"I'm sorry. Good thing we're almost there." he says.

After about two more lights, a turn into a neighborhood, and driving down a couple roads, he stops at a larger house then mine, but smaller then his.

He shuts off the motorcycle and then gets off. He turns around and helps me off. I unbuckle my helmet and set it on the seat. He does the same and then starts up the driveway. I follow and then we get to the front door and he knocks.

"Coming!" an almost familiar voice sounds.

The red doors swings open, a black headed girl accompanying it.

"Andrew, wh-" she says.

"Look, Hunter needs a place to stay, and you know my parents won't let her stay at my house." he cuts her off, quickly saying it all in a jumble.

I wonder why his parents wouldn't allow me to stay. They haven't even met me.

"But Andr-" she begins.

"Layla, please." he cuts her off again.

I guess he has a problem with that.

She sighs, making eye contact with me.

"Come in." she says, holding her hand out inside.

"Thank you." he breathes a sigh a relief.

"I said come in, not yes." she said. Not harsh, just explaining.

He looks at her, no emotion present. She looks back at him, again, no emotion present. Or at least, for me.

We step inside, the warm sensation sending a chill down my spine. We walk into the living room and sit down on the couch.

"So, what's all this about?" Layla asks, plopping down in the chair across from us.

Andrew looks at me, nervous. I know he doesn't want to tell Layla anything that would make me uncomfortable.

"Well, it's my dad," I start "he can be, er, a little abusive?" I say, trying to find the words that won't hurt to say.

"And he er, caught us like, kissing. So he hurt me. And then Andrew came and snuck me out." I finish the rest quickly, just wanting to get the horrid memory away.

"Oh, Hunter," Layla gasps. "I'm so sorry." her hand to her cupping her mouth.

"Me too." I mumble very quietly, my eyes slipping down to my hands, which I fiddle with.

"Don't be, it's not your fault." she says, her words in a whisper.

I look up from my hands and stare at her. Her beautiful violet piercing through me. Her emotion was mixed. Pity, sorrow, and anger.

She shifts in her seat, so that she leans more towards the fireplace that lay crackling louder with every second of the silence. Her eyes set firmly on the burning wood. I once again look down at my hands, the silence getting to me. I think about my father. And what he'll do when he finds that I've disappeared.

"Okay." Layla says, breaking the silence. Eyes still on the fire.

"Thank you so much Layla." Andrew says, looking up from his own trance-ing view.