The talk went over as well as can be expected. A lot of crying, a long few hours of catching up. I found out that Emily and Sam were going to be married within a year and he had found out about the deaths. He had also invited me to move back to Washington and live with him and Emily. I had already caused so much grief, I didn't want to be in the way so I refused. After almost twenty minutes of pleading with me, I finally agreed to move back.
It was sceduled that I would leave the next day. I was grateful to be leaving the adoption home, not so excited to be seeing Sam again, though. It had been ten years almost. I was sure he was going to look different. And who knows what else would have changed in La Plush while I was away. My normal life had never really panned out and while I lay in my room that night, the last night I would be spending in this house, in this state, I thought about it. My parents died, my big brother Sam was turned into a giant house-sized wolf, then when I finally get some normalcy going, it gets taken by vampires!
And that reminded me I would have to explain everything to Sam when I finally got back to La Plush. Talking about werewolves and vampires in a house full of people that didn't believe those things existed wasn't really all that safe. So all I had told him was that 'they' had found me. He understood but promised me to tell him all the details. Even if he hadn't made me promise, I would have told him. Sam, even after ten years apart, was still someone I looked up to and saw as my guardian; my big brother. Which I see as kind of ironic since he protects La Plush people from the vampires.
The next morning was just as hot as every other day. I didn't mind the heat but I made sure to pull out a pair of jeans and a top that had a design made by L.A Ink along with a sweatshirt. Taking a quick shower, even though I had taken one the night before, I pulled on the clothes, and my converse. Then laying out my sweatshirt next to my purse on the bed that held my IPhone, mp3 player, and other miscellaneous things to keep me company during the plane ride to Washington.
A large duffel bag with wheels held all my clothes. I didn't own much; a half a dozen pairs of shorts, and several pairs of jeans, a dozen or so different shirts. It wasn't much but it was me. I said good-bye to the ladies that owned the home, thanking them and followed Marcie out to the car. She was going to drive me to the airport. She had blonde hair, cut in layers to her shoulder blades with soft brown eyes and a face that held laugh lines, frown lines and some scars. All in all, she looked trustworthy and it allowed all the kids that lived in the house to open up to her. I was going to miss her.
The ride to the airport was long, but that could have been the heat. Even with the air conditioner blowing full blast, the car was hot. Being in jeans didn't help matters, either. It was almost eleven in the morning by the time we got the airport and it was busy. So many people were there it was hard to get through the front doors. Within a half hour, though, we were both through security and on our way to the terminal. There was only so far Marcie could go so we hugged once more, got a kiss to my forehead, a quick good-bye and I was off to the plane.
In one hand was my ticket, sweatshirt thrown over my arm while the other was holding my phone, pressing buttons to answer a text from Sam. I let him know I was at the airport, got through security without trouble and I would see him in about four hours. When a voice came over the intercom, "Flight 459, Santa Fe to Forks, Washington is now boarding. Have your tickets ready. Thank you for flying Delta Airlines." I turned off my phone, dropped it into my bag and made my way through the line to the counter. After getting my ticket back from the lady, I followed the rest of the people that were headed down the hall to the awaiting plane.
Asking the first attendent, I was led to my seat and stowed my bag under the seat with my sweatshirt. I was thankful to have a window seat, having not been on a plane since I left Washington the first time. It brought back memories that made my heart hurt. Pushing the thoughts away, I focused on my music, placing the earbuds in both ears and closing my eyes. Leaning back into the seat, I drowned away the voices around me. Even when I felt the plane begin to move, I didn't move except to put my seat belt on.
After that, I guess I fell asleep but the dark was somehow soothing, reminding me that not everything was as bad I made it out to be.