Forbidden Love

Chapter Ten

Cairo

"What are we going to do with the body," my Mom yells at my Dad. The arguments were no longer about them, though I think their relationship was through. I didn't even talk to my Dad any more. Every time I saw him, I saw lipstick on his lips. Lipstick that my Mom didn't wear. I hope he knows how it feels, the impending doom. He deserves it after all, for cheating. How could he be so selfish? Why does he hate us? Did he ever even love Mom? Me?

"We have to bury him, Muriel! There's nothing else we can do," Dad yells back, his voice raspy. I know I'm supposed to feel sad for him. He lost his best friend. But he wasn't the only one who lost someone close. I lost Skylar. Mom lost Mrs. Rebecca. Everyone lost someone, so honestly, there's no space to feel sad for anyone but yourself.

"This just isn't right, Harry," Mom sobs, her voice much softer.

I sigh, and glance out my window. It was only eight, yet I already had my pajamas on.

"None of this is right," I hear Dad reply from the room.

I can't do this, not again. I can't go another night without sleep.

I get up out of my bed, and put on my bunny slippers. This wasn't fair for me. Mom and Dad didn't even have the decency to go outside and argue.

I tiptoe down the hallway and quietly take my coat off the rack before slipping out the door.

The cold, crisp air greets me with a slap to my face as I make my way to Skylar's house. I've never snuck out before, and I thought that I would feel some type of apprehension, but I didn't. I felt happy. For once, I'd get more than a couple of hours of sleep. Once I make it to their house, I stand outside of it. It seemed like a such a long time ago that we'd all gathered here. But in fact, it has only been about a week and a half.

Taking a deep breath, I step inside the house.

"Wow," I whisper. It was as cold as it was outside.

The fire had long since died in the living room, so I light the fireplace again. The heat felt good against my cold skin, and soon, I felt myself crying.

*

Skylar

I stare out the window from Ryder's room, staring at the black cast around my wrist.

The moon was an eclipse tonight, and I felt myself crying. I truly missed my father, along with Cairo, Muriel, and even Harry. I missed gathering for the holidays, and talking about nothing, yet everything at the exact same time.

I missed having special meals those days, like ribs and macaroni for dinner, and brownies and cookies for dessert.

I missed how Cairo and I would play this game, where we'd pretend that we were normal. The world was normal. No one was above anyone. Every person would be treated equally. Sometimes, I'd be the werewolf, although I hated it, and Cairo would be the human that needed help. I'd help her, and then we'd part ways. It was so different from real life. The werewolf would simply leave the human to die.

I missed Dad so much though. I loved how he would read stories to me until I fell asleep when I was younger. I miss how he'd secretly slip me some snacks late at night when I couldn't sleep. I loved how when there was a thunderstorm, I could sleep in their room without question.

Mom. I don't even know how she could forgive me. How she could even love me? I killed her husband. Her one and only true love. I know our life wasn't the best back then, but we had each other. Now, we're all scattered. Dad is dead. Mom is in Florida, and I'm here in Michigan. I have absolutely no idea where Cairo's family is, but I pray that they are safe out there. If anything happened to them...