Finally, spring break came. Luckily, the past couple of weeks had gone by pretty fast, and without much to note. It was nice; I didn't remember so much time going by with any sense of normality since I'd moved here!
I'd planned to spend spring break mainly on the reservation. It's not like I had anywhere else to go, and everyone there didn't seem to mind making room for me. In fact, Dameon insisted we didn't spend enough time together; despite the fact I spent nearly all my free time with him. It was nice to feel wanted again; like people really did care about me, and not just because I'm family.
I went over to Dameon's pretty early, ready to make him go back to sleep if he looked tired. I knew I probably should have just stayed at home a bit longer to let him sleep anyway, but I hadn't wanted to be rattling around Chris's for a few hours with nothing to do.
I was surprised when no one came out when my truck came near the house. Usually Dameon uses the fact you can hear my truck from about a mile off, and he's out to meet me before I've even got there. He must still be asleep.
I knocked on the door anyway; if anything Jessie would answer.
It took a while before there were any sounds of movement in the house; I was half turned to get back into my truck and wait there for Dameon to wake up when Jessie opened the door. He looked as though I'd woken him up, but he didn't seem surprised to see me.
"Emily" he grunted, backing out of the doorway and towards the kitchen table and slumped onto it.
"I'm so sorry I woke you up, Jessie!" I felt guilty now; he seemed so tired! Maybe I should have just stayed at home.
Jessie looked up from the table. "No, no you didn't wake me; I've been up all night."
This shocked me. "Why?"
"Been waiting for Dameon." He gave a big yawn and started wheeling himself towards his room. "He's still out with the others; they've been gone all night." He called back. "Now you're here, I'm going to get some sleep. Tell Dameon to wake me when he comes back."
"Ok" I replied, although I doubted Jessie could still hear me.
So the pack had been out all night. Something wasn't right about it. Patrols never lasted this long, and Jessie wouldn't stay up waiting for Dameon to come back unless it was important. What had happened? I hoped they hadn't gotten themselves into trouble; more specifically, Dameon hadn't gotten himself into trouble.
I curled up on the sofa and hoped Dameon was alright and he'd come back soon.
It felt like an age - but it had probably only been a few hours - when Jessie came out of his room. I'd been sitting totally still, facing the door, waiting for Dameon to come through it. If there'd been any sounds from outside, I'd hope that it was him; but he didn't come back. When Dameon broke the silence, I nearly jumped out of my skin; being so used to the quiet.
"He's still not back?"
I turned to him and shook my head. It had to be the middle of the day now; I was beginning to think something serious must have happened to them. I could tell that Billy was thinking the same thing.
"They'll be back soon. It'll turn out that he just spent the night at wesley's or something..." It sounded more like an attempt to make himself believe it than what he thought.
I just nodded, and turned back to looking at the door. I was getting really worried now.
Both me and Jessie sat in silence, waiting for Dameon to come back. With every minute that passed, the tension and worry in the room got more.
Suddenly, we heard what sounded like of a group of boys stop in front of the house and we both straightened up, staring expectantly at the door.
The door opened and Dameon came in slowly and closed the door behind him before turning to face us. He was alright! I jumped up to hug him; but then I saw him properly as he turned around.
"Dameon, what happened
