"Okay, call me if you hear anything." I said into the phone, glancing out my door, as there was a bang downstairs. "Okay I will. I see Scott now. I'll call you later." Said my cousin Alison Argent.
We hung up after that. I jumped at a larger noise coming from downstairs.
They're not serious are they?
My bare feet padded across the carpeted hallway and down the stairs. I rolled my eyes when I reached the bottom. Of course they were serious, my family's crazy.
I scoffed crossing my arms, walking over to the five figures, clad in black holding guns and crossbows from the two boxes at their feet. The only women of the group, my mother turned around giving me a slight glare. "Shouldn't you be in your room doing your homework?" she asked me. "Just because you locked in my room doesn't mean I don't know what your doing." She gave me a calculating glare.
Veronica Barburac was a spitting image of her twin sister Victoria. Alike in looks, personality and hate for anything supernatural. Some creature killed my dad when I was ten and my youngest brother was seven. My four other brothers, three older one younger, smirked and chuckled at me.
The two oldest, twins Henry and William who were twenty-two, looked just like her, red hair green eyes. Just like their mother they had serious control issues. They preferred shotguns to any other weapon and everything to go their way. It was hard to believe that they were related to the other three siblings.
Louis was a mixture of both parents. Green eyes like my mother but shaggy brown hair like my father. My fathers lanky build but my mothers smarts. He was nineteen.
Then came me. Jaden, sixteen and look exactly like my father. Long brown hair, brown eyes. The only thing I shared with my mother was my hot head personality.
Which is something I shared with my youngest brother George who was twelve.
I crossed my arms over my chest and glared back at my mother. "Lydia disappeared from the hospital tonight. You think she turned." My mother turned back around putting a mag of wolfsbane bullets in her gun. "Just taken precaution honey. Can never be to careful." She said in a chilling voice, checking the gun before handing it George.
I stared incredulously at her. "She's one of my best friends mom! And I went to go check her when she woke up she was fine! Her bites didn't heal!" My mom spun sharply around. "But she didn't die either! Something is wrong with that girl and weather you like it or not we are going to check it out. Regardless if she's your friend or not! Are we understood?" "But mom-" "ARE WE UNDERSTOOD?!"
I clenched my jaw and gave an angry sigh. "Fine." I turned back around and walked up the stairs. Hearing the front door close, I pulled out my phone and walked into my room. If mom finds out she'll kill me. I glanced at my desk and saw the picture that me, Alison, Scott and Stiles took at one of their lacrosse games. I had to make Stiles put his arm around me and smile at the camera. Screw it. I dialed Alison's number. "Hey, there's a problem. Your mom might have called my mom." "WHAT!" Stiles shouted. "Am I on speaker?- wait doesn't matter. What matters is my mom and my brothers are going to hunt Lydia!" "Don't worry Jade, we can handle it." Scott tried to reassure me. "No Scott, do you not remember my mother? The woman who does not feel? The woman who grounded me because she found out I helped Alison sneak out to meet you? The same woman who is going to kill you on sight if she sees you guys tonight. Oh and after she kills you, she kill me then ground me!" I could not stress how bad this was. My mom was honestly a psycho. If she found out I helped Alison and Scott again…I'm dead. "Don't worry Jade she won't find out I promise." Alison tried to reassure me. I bit my thumbnail nervously. "Okay. Fine. Just… be careful." I said in defeat. "We will. Love you." " Love you too." I said then hung up. They better be okay.
