Michael Summers likes to play safe. Even before when we were in primary school and decided to play hide and seek. He always hides behind my back and whenever I finished counting to a hundred, we’ll switch and he’ll be the seeker. But as I read his expression right now, I can’t help but judge him. “You followed me?” The words I spouted were full of spite, I can’t even feel I’m me right now, all I could sense was the color black and red. Back when I was a child, I was humming while walking and holding a white plastic bag in both hands, the road to our house was solemn, even though it was just nearing evening. There were funeral homes on the west road before I took a swerve to the right, I don’t like walking home alone but it can’t be helped, Ashton and Andrea were still small and need attention always. "What are you doing Harriet?! You should've searched for your real father, not gone into the woods and disappeared like that!" Michael was mad, and moments like how I handle this was
"Harriet! Where do you think you're going?" Michael roared. But I was unstoppable. I pulled out the bag we used for camping and walked toward the cemented road. "Anywhere just not here, Michael," I shrieked, tears spilling from my eyes. I crunched my nose when I felt Michael's pulling my bag. "Don't you dare stop me, you idiot!" I'm hauling my bag back but he was too, I thought about what the result would be. My clothes will be scattered on the ground.I gave my hardest pull and was ready to march away but stopped when Michael said something that was beyond unreasonable. "Harriet! You could live with me! I love you!" I could turn and face Michael to give a horrifying look but my feet feels like they were planted with stones on the ground. It's heavy, my bag's heavy, and my body feels like twice my weight. I don't like this feeling, I never felt the same towards Michael. I always looked at him as someone that has the same level as Ashton and Andrea. He was a little brother, my st
I know I told myself to forget this rotten house, but here I am. Living alone was never an option, I'm always used to waking up to family, drinking drip coffee with family, and eating with family, at home... Family is the definition of home for me, but now I guess I'll be living alone and going to strive hard to make the farmhouse liveable again. This time, I have to start all over again, I woke up feeling sore all over, the hardwood floor I covered with some of my long clothes was so cold last night that I thought I'm in a dream that only say the words: "come live with me". I must be going crazy who would want to live with me? Surely, my family's out on the choices. I was finding someone to blame, I could only think of them, they made me live here. My mom in particular, but there's no point on blaming the death, wasn;t it?I exerted all my muscles to stand and went to the kitchen. The floorplan was simple, there were two bedrooms on the second floor, a living room and a kitchen and
“I told you, you could stay with me,” he snarled and I almost imagine him transforming into his wolf form with sharp fangs and fiery amber eyes like what the people talked about. I blinked a few times and covered myself with the top I’m supposed to be wearing. I’m just wearing a black bra, what a wrong timing for him to barge at the balcony. “You mean, you’re the one who whispered? I’m not hallucinating?” He steps forward and I almost tore the top I’m holding just for him not to see any part of my body, well, it’s dark, and the moon just gives off enough light for our shadows, but I could still feel his breath fanning over me, it means his already in front of me. I bent back and my feet step on something sharp. As if it was a desperate call to avoid him, I remember I have a rendezvous with Audillon. “What do you want from me?” I faced him with the courage I muster up for years. “The first time we met, you made clear that I can’t take a step to your house forever, what made you thi
"Who did this to my car?!" Richard was walking back and forth like an insane person while his mistress was struggling to get the water hose. It's so satisfying to watch them, much more when the two meet and hit each other’s faces, the mistress got wet when she don't know that the hose opens up when pushing the trigger so she didn't know she pushed it while pointing it at her face. "Get water, you stupid wench!" "I'm getting it, why don't you help me!" "You noisy pest, don't you dare command me!" The car's still burning and they look like two idiots shouting on each other’s throats. They've been running around like a bee in hysteria and I've been smirking all the time."Where do you live?" I enjoyed watching them that I didn't notice Audillon coming to me, not a smear of anxiety on his face, as if he didn't burn a car a few minutes ago. "Why? There's no need to do that. You could just leave me where you met me," I replied. "Are you going to go back to school now?" Roaming my eye
"You always eat that kind of food here?!" I was so irritated, I wiped my mouth with the tissue paper Tyler handed me. Blake hasn't spoken a word ever since, I gave Tyler a knowing look and then traced to the gooey pot that looks like a witch poison that's color red almost violet with melted cheese. "For some time now," Tyler answered. "How can you eat that?" I remember having tea with Tiffany, I never imagined her cooking like this. "I'm just going to throw this," Blake mumbled, wearing blue pot holder gloves.I almost knocked over a condiments container when stopping him. I'm a person who doesn't like to feel bad about someone. I should've held my mouth like Tyler did. "No, Blake, stop. I can help you, I know how to cook." Blake gloated at me. "Can you?" It didn't took me a while to notice that the joke was on me. Blake gave me a wooden spoon and smiled at me. "I'll prepare the table." Tyler was not on his spot when I turned around, Blake exited happily, I almost broke the sp
Michael Summers stood glumly beside Richard and shoot imaginary daggers at the two. I started to weep inside but I didn't show any emotion on the outside. That's a sign of weakness. And I'm done being the prey of these wolves in sheep's clothing. "Why?" The only question my mouth voiced was the best question out of all. I stared down at the table. What's happening to me? Why did suddenly the world cascade into a danger zone?"Because you've changed." I eyed Michael who started talking. "Since your mom died. You're not the sweetest person I met when we were young, nor the innocent and kind lady that I've liked. You went berserk, hungry too, like a wolf, and thinks there's a prize for you waiting at the end, when in fact, there's none. I don't know you anymore Harriet. Time to cut the horns that are growing inside you." Those words cut deep into my heart, but they didn't make me bleed. His words were true. I saw myself doing things I didn't know I could do before, like live alone,
"I don't see a house, we've searched the whole forest. Are you sure there's a werewolf house here?" I lowered my head down and fit my whole body from my hiding spot enough to still get a sight of what was happening in there. Tiffany transformed into his wolf form growling at the men. "A wolf!" One shrieked. "See? I told you, this means we're nearing his house! Isn’t that the legendary wolf?!" The one who looked small and fragile pointed at Tiffany, he doesn't have any rifle attached to his chest, but he was wearing a brown vest just like the two. They're hunters, and they would kill wild animals for fun. I'm guessing the one that looked so fragile and had an egg-shaped face was the one who told the two that he saw a wolf, and the other two that had a rifle and were bulky and no doubt skilled in hunting were convinced and joined him for the sake of fun. But for the guy without a rifle it means so much to him, he did it so he could have friends join him. I learned that people have