Chapter Eighteen

The Villain

I get off the bus, still in my waitressing uniform, and start my trek towards the building, along the long winding driveway.

I don't knock when I reach the door and just saunter in. The house is quieter than it was yesterday and for some reason, I knew this was a rare occurrence. I see the little boy from yesterday, probably fifteen years old, jog out of the kitchen, a cupcake in his mouth and three more cradled in his arm.

"Hey!" I called. He paused, eyes bugging out as he took me in. What was his name again? "...Ricky, right?"

"Youknuffmynamf--" He mumbled around the cake in his mouth. He swallowed. "You know my name?"

"We met yesterday."

"Oh yeah, you're the hot chick that was with the Alpha," he blurted in recollection. His cheeks pinkened at his unconscious confession.

"Uh... Thanks." I chuckled awkwardly. "I was wondering if you knew why the house is so quiet? Where is everybody?"

"It's Wednes