17 years later.
Elle.
The sound of ringing had me glancing down at my cellphone before I jerked my eyes back to the road. I groaned.
" Ugh, you incessant woman," I said jokingly, smiling. I didnt pick the phone up because I knew that if mom heard the wind whooshing by she would know that I was driving while talking on the phone and then she would assume that I was also texting and then I wouldnt be able to drive myself anymore once I got back home from spring break. I dont remember how many times I've had to convince her that I dont talk on the phone or text while driving, but everytime that I do she still lectures me about how dangerous and irresponsible it is and everytime I tell her "ok" just so she'll drop it. Which she doesnt until dad reminds her how responsible I am and what a good kid I am and how their both so lucky to have me and blah blah. I mean is it to much to ask for a little trust now in days? Jeez.
I eased the car over to the side of the road and called her back so that she would know that I was on the side of the road responding to her call. She answered on the first ring.
" Where are you?" she asks.
" Well, hello to you to mom. How have you and dad been since the last time you called, oh, what, twenty minutes ago." I said. She signed.
" We are fine, who are you." she says. Was that defeat the I just heard. So does that mean that she also knows how overbearing she has become no too? I sure hoped so.
" I'm fine. I'm almost to the inn." I said. Mom and dad had allowed me to go on the two day trip to Virginia Beach for spring break with a couple of friends from school. I was coming back from the trip but night was fast approaching so before I had left the beach mom had called and told me that dad had reserved a room under his name at an inn called Wolf's Denn in the top of Maryland to spend the night there before I was to head out in the morning back home to Connecticut. Which is how I ended up getting called by mom every five to twenty minutes to check on me. She had been insanely against letting me go alone to Virginia but dad was able to reassure her that this would act as a trust exercise for all of us so that she wouldnt worry and I didnt have to stay in the house for spring break but instead could spend it with friends which is what normal teenagers did. Yea, normal. Humph. Were werewolves for crying out loud. Well me and mom, dad's a vampire/ hybrid of some sort. Weird right? I mean you would think that my parents wouldnt share the slightist attraction being what they are but I quess not. And dont get it twisted, my Dad's not my biological father, which is how I'm not a hybrid, even as I think that that would be so awsomely cool. But he is my dad and I love him even more than if he were biological and he me, since he did tell me that and does on occation. Apperelently my real father left my mother for another lady after he discovered that they had a child together already, so he kicked mom to the curb never glancing back and never knowing about me which I was fine with. My life was better off without him and I didnt want to put mom through the pain of having to tell her that I wanted to meet him when I didnt so we never spoke of it again.
" Ok, just checking. Make sure you call me when you get there, ok?" mom said.
" Yeah, of course."
" I love you, bye." She said. I raised an eyebrow, sure that something was up. I would have asked what but I didnt want to ruin it.
" OK, bye. I love you, too" I said. We hung up and I was left confused. She didnt even ask if I had pulled over on the side of the road to talk or freaked out or anything. Something was up. Maybe I was being followed or something, I thought as I eased the car back on the road. Naw, they wouldnt do that to me, would they. Hell, knowing mom, she probubly talked Dad into having someone follow me. Sign. Just when I thought that I could trust them they do this to me. Parents, what can you do?
I'd always wondered where mom's overprotective streak came from, did it come with parenthood? And if it did why doesnt dad have it? Not that I'm complaining since he is who I go to when mom is acting like a nut, but maybe Dad trusts me more and mom just likes to worry a lot. And I mean a lot. Could that be it? Possibly.
I pulled into the driveway that would take me to the inn forty-five minutes later. The driveway was paved and even and there were tall trees with deep green leaves and pale blossoms lining it. It looked lovely and made me feel as thought I was stuck in the land trees. Too Corny?
I caught a glimpse of the house through the trees. It looked to be three stories and creme colored with white trim. Once I was through the trees I saw that I was right, except for the forest green shutters and the wrap around porch and the elongated side of the inn that made me think that it was part of a resturant. Nice.