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Sandler's Point of View
The next morning I was kind of sore. I don't know why. Maybe pumpin' too much iron in the gym. I sat up and stretched, then let my arms drop. And saw her. Addison was in my bed. I thought last night had been a dream. The best dream I've ever had. I had literally slept with the girl I was in love with. Not that I would ever tell her that. I had slept with her before, but that was pre-epiphany. Before I knew I loved her in a bigger way than a best friend. So this was different. A big deal.
She was so beautiful. Her long, perfect feathery eyelashes rested on her well-angled cheekbones. Her full, luscious lips were slightly parted. Wet, but not too much. I imagined kissing that soft mouth. My lips caressing with hers, my tongue gently slipping inside of her mouth, tasting her. It would be magical. She started to stir. Her eyes fluttered open and looked up at me. "Hi," she said.
"Morning, Princess," I said back, smiling. She rolled her eyes.
"Thanks, Xavier." She crawled out of bed and stood up, then stretched. "Ready to go to the clearing?"
"Yeah," I said. "Some still might be sleeping. I'll just call them."
"Mkay. While you're doing that I'm getting Cap'n Crunch."
"Don't finish it off like last time."
"Can't make any promises," she said, proceeding down the hall. I shook my head and smiled. I loved her so much. I got my cell phone and dialed Erik's number…
***
Erik's Point of View
"Damn it!" I said, punching my fist on the table. I whirled around to one of my cousins.
"You freakin' took the last piece of bacon! I haven't even had any yet!"
"Snooze, ya loose, dweeb," Ricky said, slowly munching on the delicious pork and not even looking at me, like I wasn't important enough. He waved me off with one hand. Ricky wasn't the sharpest nail in the toolbox. He's dropped out of community college twice now. He has a job at Home Depot, so we get by okay, I guess. But man he is huge, not to mention strong. I try to stay out of his way. "Get lost and don't bother me."
"Lame brain-dead rectum-sniffing dickhead," I muttered to myself. Then I smiled. I think of bad names for my awful relatives every day. That one was pretty good. As I turned the corner from the kitchen into the living room, I ran smack into my other delightful cousin, Ian. This guy was so overweight; he sat on me until I cried for mercy. Course, I don't have to cry for mercy any more, given my new strength, but hey, no one likes being under a fat guy.
"Watch where you're going, loser." He snapped as he rumbled past. There was a pause. And then: "Who ate all the bacon?!"
I tried to think of his name for today.
"Pus-sucking cow-like butt-licking pecker." I stated. Yeah. That one was good too. I was getting more creative with these every day. Just then, my cell phone rang.
Everybody was kung-fu fighting
Those cats were fast as lightning
In…
"Yello." I answered.
"Hey, dude."
"Ey! Sandman! What's up buddy?"
"Be at the clearing by 11:00."
"Will do."
"All right, man. Bye."
"Ciao."
***
Trace's Point of View
Mornings. The best part of the day. Usually my dad had a hangover and didn't have the energy to beat me. It seemed like a pretty day for a walk. Brisk. It wasn't sunny, but for some reason I liked it better that way. I pulled a black T-shirt out of my drawer and slipped it over my head. Some cargo pants will do for today. I put those on. I also grabbed my favorite hat off the floor; a skater boy hat. I got a text from Sandler telling me to go to the clearing. Well, there goes my walk. Oh, well, at least I'd be out of here soon…
Just then, a giant arm blocked my way. I was staring into bloodshot eyes. My father's yellow teeth made a snarling shape.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" he hissed, pungent breath almost burning my eyes.
"A walk," I muttered, not looking as him as I tried to shuffle my way past. He caught me by the throat and slammed me into the wall. My head knocked against the door frame. I tried to take deep breaths to control my anger, but he was tightening his grip.
"You should work on that muttering, boy," he spit. "Ain't no one can hear ya." He then slammed me to the ground. I was trembling with anger. I had to get out of here…I was going to do something bad. I tried to push myself up to run away, but he put his foot on my head. He laughed a booming laugh, as he always did when I was in pain. Laughing and yelling. That's all I hear. I felt like I was hyperventilating. My fists were opening and clenching, opening and clenching. I don't want to hurt him.
Oh, but I do. I reached up and grabbed his leg, ripping him off of me, while leaving deep gashes from where I dug my nails in. He fell to the ground. I stood over him, breathing deeply, and kicked him in the face. He yowled over his new broken nose. It was my turn to laugh.
***
Drew's Point of View
Da-na-nana!
Da-na-nana!
Ugh…Stupid phone…It was only 10! My hand reached toward the loud and obnoxious ringing. I flipped it open.
"What?" I growled. I heard a sigh at the other end.
"Still in bed, Drooly?" It was Sandler.
"Get to the point man," I yawned, rubbing my forehead.
"Be at the clearing at 11."
"Aw, shit." I looked at the clock. 10:04. Only an hour to wake up and get ready. "All right. We'll be there." I closed my phone and looked towards the bathroom. Cameron was walking naked from it, having just taken a shower. "Ever heard of a towel, you fag?" I laughed, throwing my pillow at him.
"What? I like to air dry. And you say that like you don't like it," he joked, slapping his ass.
"That's nasty dude," I said, getting up and grabbing some clothes.
"So what do you think about leaving?" my twin, asked, joining me in front of the mirror. What a change of mood.
"It's weird. I feel odd. Leaving so suddenly, you know? But at the same time, it's a really exciting thought. Roaming the country like that. And with our pack. It's like anything's possible. What about you?" He looked up. We were both in front of the mirror. We really did look a lot alike. Same eyebrow length brown hair. Same light blue eyes. Same slightly small nose. Pretty much only the gang can tell us apart. Cameron shook his head, sending droplets of water on me.
"I'm a little scared, to be honest. It's hard to swallow. And we have this big road ahead of us, and we don't really know what's in store." I smiled, grabbed his head, and gave him a noogie.
"Good thing you have your big brother to protect you!"
"Oh, whatever. Two minutes doesn't make you a big brother, retard."
***
Xavier's Point of View
I actually got up before noon. Couldn't help it. I didn't even sleep last night I was so excited. Now I was nervous. I had just gotten my call form Sandler telling me that we have to be there at 11. I can hardly believe I'm leaving this behind. My hard work, I mean. I have been slaving at that hellhole of a McDonald's so long. It was awful, but it got me this house. It wasn't much, but I got it myself.
But I was so happy at the same time. God gave me the opportunity to get out of here, with the people I love most. I shuffled to the bathroom and got a bristle brush, rubbing it through my hair. I don't know why I even bother to do this. My hair is like, an inch long. But I can't help it. I do it anyway. Goodbye, house. Goodbye, brush. I'm off to a better life.
***
Cameron's Point Of View
Drew and I were walking down the street in our human form. It wasn't safe yet to change. Drew has a bounce in his step, like he can't get still enough.
"This is it, man! We are ten minutes away from freedom!"
"Freedom. Great."
"You're not still scared are you?"
"You caught me."
***
Matthew's point of View
I shut the front door of my mansion and turned away, walking away from everything I have. The only thing that wasn't in that house was love. Because of this, it didn't bother me. Mom was at the country club, getting ready for a party she was organizing that would begin tonight. Dad was at work. Again. HUGE surprise. I called them this morning.
"Hey, Mom."
"Matthew, dear? Why on earth are you calling?"
"I just wanted to see how you were doing. You weren't here when I woke up this morning."
"Well, um, I'm busy, dear."
"Ok, then I'll let you go." I had said, hoping she would tell me that it was all right, that she had a little bit of time to talk to her only child.
"Bye."
"I love you."
"Oh, Claire, honey! How are y…"
Dial Tone.
"Hey, Dad."
"What is it, son, I'm about to go into a meeting."
"How has your day been?"
"What? Fine, fine."
"That's good."
"Can we talk about this later?"
"Oh, um, sure. How about tonight?"
"Tonight…ok…"
"I love you."
"Right."
Dial Tone.
After my dad had hung up, I cried. I cried so much my eyes were burning after ten minutes. It felt good. I had been holding those tears in for years.
***
Bret's Point of View
"Bwet? What awe you doing?" My favorite sister was in my doorway, in her little nightgown, holding her teddy. I was caught red-handed at 4 AM getting ready to leave for good. I was hoping I wouldn't have to encounter my brothers and sisters. It would it that much more painful.
"Come here," I said. Katie ran into my arms and I scooped her up. She put her head on my shoulder as I hugged her.
"Awe you going somewhere?" she asked. She looked in my eyes. They were shining. I put a lock of her black hair behind her ear.
"Bret is just going on a little trip."
"Awe you coming back?" her eyes were too much. It was like she knew. I felt that painful jab in my throat that you get when you are trying not to cry.
"Yes. Yes, I'm coming back."
After I said those words to my little sister, I vowed that I would keep my promise, no matter how hard it may be.
***
Addison's Point of View
Everyone showed up at our clearing one by one. Bret was last. He had come a little late. I sensed different emotions around me. Some were excited. Some were scared. And Sandler had been looking at me funny all day. Weird. There was silence for a while. I think everybody was getting a sense of what was about to happen, and seeing how everyone was feeling. I know how I felt. Amazing. Everybody was here. I wouldn't have that agonizing feeling of losing a brother. More silence.
"Well…here we are...," Erik said. He was anxious to get going. I could tell. I laughed.
"Ready to go, much?"
"Just a little," he grinned his wolfy grin.
"Well…where are we going?" Cameron asked. He was one of the wolves who looked…kinda scared…
"Hmmmm…" We could go anywhere. In a few short seconds, we would be wild. We would be free. I came up with my answer. "Where the wind takes us." I smirked.
"Nomadism, baby!" Sandler lifted his head to the sky and howled, his neck stretching far back. Xavier stepped closer to him and did the same. He looked like a midget under Sandler. Both their eyes were closed. I stood next to the two and joined in. My pack followed suit. Right when my voice was nearly at the breaking point, I cut short and burst forward, into the world of unknown, into my new life, with my pack following me.
I think I updated this pretty quick, don't you? Thank you, thank you. Pleased to be writing for you. Hey, if you guys have any friends who love Twilight (either Jacob or Edward fans, preferably Jacob-lovers,) tell them! I would love more reviewers. I hope y'all have a very Merry Christmas, and a happy new year! (Although hopefully I'll be back with more before then.) Love and hugs!