I made it through the rest of the day without having to turn down any more offers of best friendship, so I felt a little more emotionally stable by the time the last bell rang. I was free to escape. I could only guess Alison went home for the rest of the day because she wasn't in any of my usual classes nor at any of her typical haunts during breaks.Guess she was sick or something.I knew how she felt.I tried to talk to Brad after school but missed him. I know he saw me, but he drove off with his buddies before I had a chance to say anything to him. It felt important I know one way or another if he was angry with me.Part of me was mad at him anyway. He brought this on, after all. And how dare he be angry with me for standing up for myself? Brad could go piss off, if that was the case.The other part of me, the part that wished things could be different, wanted to know Brad did everything he could to help but his friends wouldn't let him.Yeah, right. Even I wasn't that clueles
It was almost dark by the time I arrived home. I trudged into the back yard, dragging my bag along behind me. It wasn't until I reached the ward surrounding the house, though, that I felt the presence of my father.Just lovely. She had to drag my dad into this.I went immediately to the basement, do not pass go, do not collect a butt whoopin'. I made it down the stairs with my shoulders back, unwilling to let her see me as weak, not caring what either of them thought right then. My mind was already made up. As soon as Uncle Frank and Sunny rose for the night, I was going to ask them to help me get away from the family once and for all.I walked across the basement into the center of the pentagram as my parents watched. I took my place in the middle of the ancient symbol and stopped there, crossing my arms over my chest, feeling very calm, calmer in fact than I expected to be under the circumstances.Of course, it helped Dad radiated sympathy and love.Cheater."Hi, Syd," he said.
My stomach growled as I waited for the volleyball to come my way, a slight distraction but not enough to take the edge off of my newfound aggression.My Thursday was half over and gym class was near the end, too. Volleyball wasn't normally my favorite sport. Except for soccer, I wasn't all that athletic. I also hated the school's excuse for a gym. The big room huddled around us, dank and windowless, lit by buzzing fluorescents that gave me a light headache every time I walked in. It reeked of old sweat, floor polish and a history of nerds being thrashed by bulky jocks with nothing better to do.I discovered whacking at something repeatedly despite the surroundings appeared to be good for the soul.At least the state my soul was in.I tried not to think about the day before and willed it from my memory as I dove for the ball, contacting not only with it but with Suzanne Parker, one of Alison's cronies.She glared at me like I killed her puppy.Suck it up, I thought, giving her the
I was getting tired of the same argument going around the kitchen, especially since it was about me and proceeded as if I wasn't even in the room. Always nice to be ignored.The Vegas insisted that without my intervention and whatever it was I did, they would not have survived and possibly taken the whole coven and half the neighborhood with them. And yet, Mom was still forced to face the challenge Dominic raised about me.We may not have been talking to each other right then, but my mother was totally on my side. Which was a huge surprise."It's irrelevant," Dominic said for the hundredth time so even his supporters were getting tired of him. "The child is obviously a menace and needs her power restricted."My mother laughed. And laughed. And laughed some more. The family stared at her after a while, even Erica. Dominic's face turned two more shades of purple.Mom finally wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand."If you can figure out a way," she said, "to restrict that kind
Despite the family's fears and my own reservations, life returned to normal. We ordered pizza for supper and hung out watching reruns of our favorite sitcoms in our pajamas. I felt like the pressure was off. I think the fact I made a decision to do something proactive for myself instead of whining about it all the time settled my mind and gave me some peace.I didn't get much of a chance to talk to Uncle Frank about the previous night but I knew he already heard about our little agreement from Mom from the thumbs up and grin he gave me before going out with Sunny for the night.One of those times I was going to ask him where they went.I was almost scared to go down to the basement with my mother, but I went anyway."I'm not sure where to start," Mom admitted, taking a seat in the pentagram. I folded down across from her, chin on my knees."That sounds encouraging." Oh snap. But Mom only smiled at me."First things first," she said, sitting up so straight I immediately did the sa
This was fantastic. All of a sudden I actually had a friend. Me. Or, at least, the beginnings of one. Things were definitely looking up. I practically bounded up the stairs to my room, almost knocking over my sister on the top step.When she saw me grinning, she smiled back. I hugged her impulsively, my good mood just too much to keep to myself.Naturally, Meira took full advantage."I love you, Syd." She beamed up at me, amber eyes glowing."I love you too, Meems.""No, I really love you." She clasped her little hands in front of her chest and spun in a circle. "Really, really."How obvious was she? It made me laugh."Okay," I said, "what do you want?"Ice cream!" She bounced on her toes, clapping and giggling.I hesitated one moment before remembering the coast was clear. Since I didn't have to worry about being picked on anymore, the prospect of visiting the local hangout didn't seem so daunting.Inside of ten minutes, I settled into a booth across from her while she shive
By the time Mom whisked Meira in and out of the tub, dried off and in her pajamas, more than an hour had passed. Shadows deepened and lengthened, sighing into darkness as night took its turn. It didn't take much convincing to prop my sister up into her own bed. I curled up next to her in her big pink four-poster in her frilly pink room that always made me feel slightly nauseated in daylight. We listened as our mother told us a fairy tale. Even Sassy joined in the fun, finding a comfy place for himself on the satin bedspread between us. Meira blinked slowly, worn out from the earlier excitement. It didn't take long for the rhythmic sound of our mother's voice droning out a story to bring on huge yawns.Mom folded up the book and bent over Meira, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead."Night, sweet one," she said."Night, Mommy," Meira answered. Mom gave me a steady gaze full of meaning before leaving the room.I slid down the bed, almost missing Meira sneaking her hand under her p
Neither Mom nor I went back to bed. We examined Uncle Frank's body and discovered most of the damage was to his clothing. We managed to manhandle him back into his cupboard to heal what burns he acquired in his sleep. A quick check of Sunny's cupboard found her safe and soundly sleeping away the day. Since vampires grew weaker and lost consciousness right around the time the sun came up, we could only assume whoever exposed him knew he would be most vulnerable and unable to fight back in the five or so minutes just before dawn.We took the better part of an hour between the two of us searching for Sassafras, both with our power and physically examining the property. I scoured the back yard but found only a few stray silver hairs by the side of the house he could have left there at any time. Mom called a halt to the search. Her eyes told me what she wouldn't say. Neither of us could feel him anywhere. The only way that would be possible was if either he was too far away, or... I didn't