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Chapter 6
Bully
Emily's Point of View
Standing before my extremely familiar stove, stirring a pan of Billie's favourite porridge, I smiled to myself, listening to the childish banter of my three boys. I swear, Sam acts like the bad ass, tough leader around the guys but when it's just family, he allows himself to loosen up and be as childish as the twins. They laughed, boisterously as Tyler tried to deny, once again, that he hadn't cried when he fell from his bike at the bonfire. I chuckled, knowing from what I saw with my own eyes that my little brave boy was lying through his teeth. Unless he had something in both of his eyes, like he was trying to sell his brother and father at this point.
"You keep telling yourself that, Ty, but the wet eyes after you stopped 'having something in your eyes' was a dead give away that you cried." Levi teased, sipping his orange juice as Ty pouted with his arms crossed and Sam ruffled his hair, grinning at him before smiling, happily, over at me. I returned it, chuckling.
"Boys, no fighting at the table and Ty, don't throw your food." I ordered, lightly after a second as he was about to throw a piece of his syrup sticky pancake at his brother. He sighed, throwing it back down on his plate.
"But he started it-"
"Do as your momma says, Ty...Morning, Jennie. Where's Billie?" Sam asked as Jennie strolled into the room, wearing something suitable for school and Sam's happiness for once. Sam looked relatively satisfied and probably happy that he didn't have to spend five minutes of his morning arguing with her after he's told her to go change to something less revealing.
"Morning, Daddy, Momma...Dweebs." She added, reluctantly, swiping Ty on the head, lightly. I looked at her, disapprovingly. She just grinned.
"Be nice to your brothers, Jen...and answer your father's question." I ordered, chuckling as I took my seat next to Sam after setting Billie's breakfast in between Tyler and Gracie's chair. She just shrugged.
"I think she's in the bathroom. I dunno." she answered, uninterestedly.
"Was she okay when she was in bed last night?" Sam asked, worriedly. He was still wondering if she was okay with what he told her last night, their 'conditions' as he calls it. He still not sure if it was the right thing to do. She's been through so much. My heart has broken so many times for her.
"How am I supposed to know?" She replied, flippantly. I sighed.
"Just answer the question, Jen." I ordered, wanting to know just as much as Sam. She sighed and I couldn't help noticing how much of an attitude she was gaining. I glanced at Sam, knowing that he was thinking the same thing. Teenage girls. Heaven forbid Gracie and Billie start acting like this. It'll drive Sam mad. Possibly in both senses.
"She, like, woke me up a couple of time, I guess." she replied, nonchalantly. Sam waited for her to go on but when she didn't, we both sighed, heavily.
"How?" he asked, impatiently.
"Well, the first time, she was like whimpering a little. You know, how Uncle Paul did the other day when Uncle Em stole his hotdog." she added with a chuckle and a ghost of a smile appeared on our lips too. That was funny, I must admit but right now, I was more concerned about Billie. "Then the second time, it was more like a scream. She calmed down after, like, five minutes both times though but I think she was still dreaming something."
"Well, if she gets too bad, make sure you wake us, okay?" Sam commanded, seriously. She nodded, hardly paying attention and Sam and I shared another significant look before rolling our eyes. He then shook his head, muttering something about teenage girls and I giggled, too low that only Sam heard and I saw him smirk, slightly.
At that moment, Billie trotted into the kitchen, looking a little exhausted actually with her head bowed slightly, her should slumped and her eyes were a little puffy and tired and I made myself believe that that was the reason and nothing else but when I asked her, after saying good morning, she just shrugged, not commenting as she sat in front of her porridge and hardly touched it, only eating one or two spoonfuls as she periodically glanced, timidly, at Jennie. I glanced at Sam, knowing that if I saw it, he did too but he just shrugged, only mildly worried about the altercation. I watched more closely after that, seeing Billie glance at Jennie a number of times with the same timid look on her face. Jennie seemed oblivious, almost as if she was deliberately ignoring Billie sat just across the table from her, like it was still only me, Sam, Gracie her and the twins.
We ate silently for a couple of more minutes, the silence only being broken when Tyler asked Jennie if she was going to finish her pancake, earning him a slap upside the head. Sam and I chuckled as Tyler rubbed his head, Levi laughed, hysterically and Jennie moved her plate away from Ty. Gracie was oblivious as she attempted to eat her soggy weetabix by herself as she asked but I was even more worried about Billie's lack of reaction. I mean, she didn't even crack a smile. Sam saw it too and frowned at me.
Billie's mood picked up a bit when Paul walked through the back door, smiling warmly at him as she already felt the familiar pull all us wolf girls did and do feel whenever their wolf was near, even if she didn't know why. She hopped up from her seat and gave him a tight hug and a quiet "Hello, Paulie" that we were all a little surprised about. If anyone else had called him that, even Sam, they would have gotten a punch around the face but all Paul's reaction to the name was a bright smile and some reddened cheeks, which Sam laughed at but Paul just shrugged, the bright smile turning into an ear splitting grin as he looked down at her and she up at him...
Until Jennie announced it was time for school and rose from her seat, brushing passed Paul and Billie in the kitchen doorway, making Billie's smile vanish and her to look the opposite way as Jennie kissed Sam's cheek as if it was hard to watch her do it. Even Paul caught onto Billie's abnormal, or normal depending which way you look at it, behaviour. As she made to leave after Levi and Ty, Paul kept her back, frowning. She frowned slightly, too before smiling, innocently.
"Everything alright, Billie-Bear?" Paul asked, worriedly. Billie frowned slightly in confusion before smiling, happily, no doubt at what he called her. Then, perhaps remembering his question, she composed herself, hiding her emotion as she nodded. We all glanced at each other, and from Paul's face, he knew she was lying.
"You look a little tired, Billie. Bad night?" I asked, gently, getting up to feel her forehead. She was a little paler than normal and had a slight temperature. "You don't have to go today if you don't feel up to it."
She looked like she was seriously considering it but after a minute, she shook her head, smiling. "I'll be okay, Aunt Emily, really. I just...had a little bad dream and I guess it freaked me out some. I didn't have a good start to the day." she mumbled, looking down as if she was hiding something. We watched her for a minute or two before sighing.
"Was it...because of what we told you?" Paul asked, sadly. Billie shrugged, gulping. "You know we won't hurt you, right?"
"Oh yeah, I know! But...it's still...a little scary, I guess. I dunno...I'll be fine." she dismissed, shrugging.
"Well, if you have any questions, you know were we are, okay? Ask any of us. We'll answer if we can." Sam assured her, gently. She smiled and nodded.
"Okay...Well, have a good day at school then." I said after a few minutes. She nodded, looking up at Paulie. He smiled down.
"Can we go now, Paulie?" she asked. He nodded, waving at us, slightly as he led her out, carrying her back on his shoulder as they went.
When they were driving away, I turned to Sam, who was already wrapping his arms around me. I smiled up at him, kissing him deeply. I giggled as he pulled me closer to him but I pushed him back, murmuring Gracie's name. He chuckled, looking over to her as she grinned back at us both with a mischievous glint in our eyes. We laughed and went over to her. I turned to Sam with Gracie in my arms and he lent forwards to kiss us both on the cheek.
"We need to keep an eye on her." I told him. He frowned.
"Gracie?"
"No, Silly, Billie." I clarified. He sighed, nodding.
"I know, we will. Paul especially." he added, chuckling. I giggled.
"I can't believ he let her call him Paulie." I notied, laughing, which he joined in, nodding.
"I know. He would have socked us one if we'd called him it." Sam replied, still chuckling. I giggled. "Still, if anyone else called me Sammy, I would have socked them too."
"Why, don't you like it, Sammy?" I teased and he groaned but kissed me again. We heard Grace giggle.
"Only coming form you mouth." he assured me, reluctantly. I giggled again before pulling away with Gracie and putting her in front of the TV with her morning cartoons on.
"Do you need to do anything today?" I asked, slyly. He caught my mood from the off and smirked, stalking towards me.
"Not this minute, no." he replied, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me up for a deep kiss before guiding me away from Gracie and up the stairs.
Billie's Point of View
Physical Education...
I wouldn't say it is my worst subject or that I don't like it but today, my mind was not in the frame of mind to be playing soccer. I couldn't focus on worrying or thinking whether or not I was going to be picked last...again, for the teams.
Ever since last night, after what they told me, my mind has been plagued with all things wolf. Everywhere I look, I seem to see one, more specifically, a silver one, even though it's not there when I look a second time. I don't know if the fear, wonder or...happy feeling is the strongest whenever I see it but, every time I do see it, I just feel like skipping class and...going to him and I just have this urge to run my fingers through its thick silver fur, even though I know it isn't there. With my mind so jumbled though, I can't recall who was the silver wolf. I did feel that safe and happy feeling I always feel around Paul now though. It made me feel better at school. A little.
Just no matter how much I 'see' the wolf, my head can't forget the dream last night...
The vast clearing was bathed in the most blinding sunlight I've ever seen in La Push. The soft, warm grass reflected it onto every surface, blinding me wherever I looked. Even the darkness of the tree bark seemed to glow and the leaves of the trees which seemed to glisten with the remaining water droplets from a previous rain shower, was almost unbearable to look at with the intensity of its glare.
I was alone here. Very alone. But I felt an ominous presence in the forest surrounding me. I scanned the trees, hoping to see the creature, any creature. That's when I saw it. Something...sparkling...so brightly and utterly beautiful. Whatever it was standing at the edge of this spectacular clearing, it seemed to outshine the entire place, drawing me towards it. It was like the thing absorbed the sunlight, shining ever so bright it almost blinded me. Then it moved and I froze in place...
I gasped. It was coming straight towards me, so slowly I had to really look closely to see any type of movement. Passed the sparkling, I saw its striking crimson eyes, causing contrast in the creature's beautiful appearance and sensational, calming movements. As it advanced, I tried to move back, tried to mirror its movements but it was like I was bolted in place. My body wouldn't respond and I didn't know why.
"It's because you're scared, Billie-Bear. Don't be afraid, I'm here now. Come to me, it'll be alright." A voice called from behind me. I frowned, trying to turn but I couldn't/ Who was that? How did I know that voice? "Don't be scared, Billie-Bear. Listen to my voice, you'll be fine, just come here. I'll protect you."
I tried. I really tried but with every step the creature took towards me, it seemed to dull the safe feeling I was receiving from the presence behind me. My eyes were fixated on the crimson ones, never breaking away. My fear rose with every step and for each step the creature too, it was matched by the thing behind me.
Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, the creature gripped my upper arms. I never saw it close the distance that stretched between us and my fear spiked to alarming levels, making me shaking and whimper. His tight grip was hurting and I whimpered even more when he tightened it. I jumped when a feral growl sounded from behind me and in the next second, the thing was knocked away from me by a huge...dog! I recognised it as a wolf immediately, but who?
I watched on as the two creatures tore into each other on the ground. Biting, snapping, clawing, gnawing, snarling, growling echoed through the whole clearing and I waited, anxiously, for my wolf to come out on top. Control switched back and forth between the two. The wolf tore off the creature's arm with a metallic screech while a dreadful, gut wrenching crack sounded from the wolf's back leg, making him limp for a second with a yelp before they carried on with this stalemate battle.
I screamed, throatily when the whole clearing extinguished into darkness, not letting me to see a thing. My breathing hitched as I tried to focus and refocus my eyes, rubbing them once or twice as if to wipe away any defects but the darkness remained and my heart thumped erratically the longer it stretched on. Flashes of light that seemed to illuminate different stages of the creature's fight pulsed at regular intervals. One minute they'd be at my right, and then my left. In front of me but then I'd spin around to see the last second of the flash that pulse behind me before spinning back around to catch a glimpse of another. Forty three times. Forty three times I counted these pulsing flashes before everything went black again. No light. I felt something against my neck and then...
Nothing...
No feeling...
No smell...
No sound...
It was unnerving to feel nothing, not even the cold on my skin that the darkness seemed to exclude from its black abyss. I rubbed my arms but I couldn't even feel myself. This was just too much. It was like I was dead or something. What the hell was this? I was so scared. I jumped a foot in the air when I felt something, something wet nudge my cheek, lightly. I gasped, wiping away the wetness with my hand and extending my other further into the blackness, coming in contact with something furry. I felt something like an ear and then, I could feel the whole head of a...dog! Or should the correct terminology be a wolf's head? I beamed, widely, knowing that it was him. He'd won. I moved slowly back up to the ear, slowly, scratching it lightly and giggling even though I couldn't see a thing. I could hear his grumbling, almost purring as I massaged his ear, leaning is weighty head into my hand for more.
"I was so scared...so worried...I-I am scared...so worried." I whispered, weakly before I was sudden;y engulfed into a man's warm embrace with his hands soothingly stroking my hair as he kissed my forehead, repeatedly, like any big brother would do when comforting a little sister.
"You're safe now, Billie-Bear. Don't be scared. Don't be worried. I'll always be there." the man whispered into my ear. I sighed in relief, snuggling closer into his arms before looked up into...
Paul's face.
I had woken up in an icy cold sweat, despite his warming embrace, panting, terrified and very confused. It was only six in the morning and I was still tired but I couldn't get back to sleep. I heard when Uncle Sam and Aunt Emily got up for the day, their playful banter that my bully of a room mate seemed oblivious to in her sleep. The twins got up at Seven, their messing around even louder which eventually woke Jennie at 7:10. During that hour and ten minutes, I just sat in my bed, resting against the head board, thinking about everything that I was told last night and then the dream I was shocked awake from.
I was just wondering and confused as to why it was Paul I saw and who protected me from that thing and who I feel the safest around and happiest. When Paul left last night when I went to be, I've never been more depressed, the exceptions only being on the two worst days of my life, which also was the same date, just a year apart. Why had it not been Uncle Sam, or Uncle Embry, or Seth that had appeared? Why him? I wasn't complaining per se, I was just confused because I had nothing to do with Paul before I really met him but now, I feel like I could tell him anything and he''d understand like a..a...big brother or a best friend. I knew I could tell Anna anything and she wouldn't blab her mouth to everyone but to have that feeling towards Paul was just plain confusing. I couldn't understand.
So when 7:10 came around, I was abruptly resurfaced from my thinking when Jennie stirred and gave me the dirtiest look she has ever given me...
"So...You know now." It wasn't a question, more like an accusation, even though she was clearly there when they told me. Glaring at me when no one was looking at her, no doubt. I gulped and nodded, wondering where she was going with this. She stared at me, nastily for a long minute before I had to drop my eyes and look at my hands resting in my lap. Then she went on in a whisper so that Uncle Sam wouldn't hear, "Stay away from him."
My head snapped up and I frowned. "Who?" I asked, bewildered. She sneered, getting off her bed to stand in front of me, hands on her hips and her face in mine face. Her voice was still whisper.
"My daddy." she clarified, seriously with a hint of jealousy. "He's my daddy. Not yours. You can't have him. He's mine."
"Jennie-"
She cut me off, viciously. "I don't want to hear it, Left Feet. You stay away from my Daddy or you'll have hell to pay. Just because you don't have one anymore doesn't mean you can steal mine. He won't want you anyway. You're so moody and depressed and have so much baggage you'd put Paris to shame. Whereas, I'm perfect. His little angel." She said, angelically, straightening up with a sickly sweet smile on her face as if she envisioned a halo above her head in her mind. I suppressed a snort building in my throat as I knew it wouldn't help my case but I could feel something else building up. Tears. The mention of my daddy and in such a horrible way made my eyes well up and I blinked, fighting them back as I didn't want to show weakness in front of my arch enemy.
"I mean it, Left Feet. If I see you so much as hug him, I will make sure you pay. I don't care that you lost your daddy, leave mine alone." she threatened one last time before snagging up her toiletries and prancing out the room for a shower.
As soon as our bedroom door closed, my tears escaped, cascading down my cheeks as I put a hand over my mouth to muffle the sobs. With their super hearing, Uncle Sam and whoever else was down there, would be able to hear me if I was too loud and I didn't want them coming up here and fussing all over me, not to mention what trouble that would bring from Jennie if she came back in to see me in her father's embrace. I sat on my bed, burying my head in my pillow as I cried. I hadn't heard the door open a while later when Jennie returned but I definitely heard the snort and the, "Cry baby" remark she shot me before leaving again, which made my tears refresh but I forced myself up, thinking that a shower would make me feel better but it didn't. I even cried in there too.
I dressed quickly, knowing Aunt Emily would have done me some breakfast, even though I don't think I was hungry and went down stairs, hoping that my shower hid the fact that I've been crying.
Seeing Paul this morning helped. I actually hadn't realised I'd called him Paulie until it slipped out and when he replied with Billie-Bear, I knew that his goodnight last night was real and I hadn't dreamt it. His embrace this morning felt so much like that in my dream. It was nice but still confusing.
I also think that I should have acted differently at the breakfast table too. I think Aunt Emily saw something, especially when she gave me some looks I don't even think she was aware of. They were calculating and doubtful and after looking at me, she'd look over to her daughter. And then, when Jennie made a display of her 'ownership' over Uncle Sam, I had to look away as the tears threatened again. Thankfully, I don;t think anyone saw but to see that and know that I'd get hurt, even for something as simple as a little hug from my Uncle Sam. I hurt because not only did I find it unfair but also, I wanted, needed the comfort from him and now I couldn't have it in fear of getting 'punished' by Jennie.
I was shocked out my stupor when my name was called by someone and I looked over to see Caleb smiling at me and then Jennie glaring at Caleb for the pick when most obviously, I was not the only one left and I knew that Jennie would have any of them rather than me. I gulped at the thought of having to be on Jennie's team but walked forward to standing behind Caleb and besides a blonde haired girl who glared at me. From the corner of my eye, I saw Jennie smirk at her and I gulped again.
This P.E. class was a mixed years class with the seventh and eighth years participating and would be this way for the next year. When I found out, I actually groaned at having to spend two hours a week with Jennie and things that she could potentially throw or hit me with 'on accident'. The first class, she did just that, launching a tennis ball at my head so hard that it left a bump and I had to sit out for about fifteen minutes because the tennis racket had a twin in my hand. The second lesson was okay because we were running and rather than tormenting me, Jennie cared more about her running time so she zoomed off with Damon at her side. But the third lesson was a disaster. I almost broke my leg when she tripped me in basketball. To anyone else, specifically the coach, it looked like an accident but I knew better, especially with the evil smirk she'd given me as she yanked me to my feet on Coach's orders.
When the teams were sorted, we both headed to opposite end of the pitch and stretched in a group. That was when Coach called me over to tell me that someone on our team had to be an assistant referee because we had one more player than the other team and when I returned, everyone on my team apart from Caleb and Damon were sniggering at me. I ignored them, telling Caleb what coach said and Jennie instantly nominated me but instead, Caleb sent Jackie off and I think she was secretly thankful for that. That girl was a nightmare in the coordination department. I stretched some more before Caleb ordered out positions to everyone.
Damon and Caleb were our strikers, attacking the opposing goal every chance they got. Jennie, Marissa, John and Jamie were defensive players, helping Harrison, the goalkeeper, to protect the goal. Coming to me, he placed me as a midfielder, right in the middle! I tried to protest and even Jennie snorted and protested on my behalf but Caleb wouldn't let up. Suddenly, I found myself right in the middle of the game, expected to help both strikers and the defenders in their job. I wouldn't say I was bad at soccer, better than most girls, I think but even this was a job and a half. Jeremy, Kevin and Frederic were at my sides, supposed to be helping me but I knew that they'd get more action with the ball than I do. Somehow, I feel a little wary because the sniggering when I returned to the team meant something and I wasn't quite sure what it was yet so I was watching, carefully. Would my own team mates foul me? I hope not.
Finally, the whistle blew and Damon passed to Caleb, who passed to Freddie. He expertly handled it before dribbling forwards with hardly any challenges from the opposing team because Freddie wasn't exactly a small guy. I was wide open and ready for the ball but instead of passing to me, he passed to Kev, who had two people marking him and gave the ball away. I frowned and threw my hands up at Freddie but he just shrugged, running up the pitch as the opposing team charged towards our goal. A few more incidences like this happened again and I was adamant over the fact that they had resolved to keeping me out this game. They just wouldn't pass to me and I was getting even more frustrated when I got myself into even more good positions for a pass and they just wasn't coming. I nearly walked off the pitch when Coach started to shout at me and told me to participate more. I mean, what the hell? Couldn't he see that I was not the problem here? I was so frustrated and angry but I knew that walking off the pitch wouldn't help my case with coach so I went on, enduring the ignorance of my team mates.
The score was 2-2 half an hour later and I still hadn't had a touch of the ball. To say that Coach was annoyed at me was an understatement as he pulled me aside and gave me a lecture. I almost cried but held it together as both teams got ready to go back on after a five minute break. I took a drink of my water before getting back into position in the middle and Damon kicked off again, passing it to Jeremy this time, who passed it right back and so it went on. There was hope one time in the game when Caleb passed to me but Freddie intercepted it, passing it straight to Damon who scored with the feed. I sighed, stopping and I looked at Caleb, who shrugged and mouth, 'Sorry' before jogging back opposite Damon at the halfway line while the opposing team kicked off.
I think the best part of the game was when Jennie got sent off for a foul she delivered to Harrison. I must admit, even though I'm not a guy, it looked like it hurt. I was watching one minute and in the next, Harry was knelt on the floor with his hands cupping his nether regions with a grimace on his face as tears rolled down, mercilessly. Jennie was laughing but I could still see some concern on her face and I was hit with slight jealousy that she could show someone that certainly wasn't in her social circle (Harry was in Glee Club) a little bi t of concern, whereas, her own cousin only gets sneers and reminders that her daddy died and told that she doesn't care about it at all. But as soon as that red card went up (It seemed a little intense and strict for a middle school soccer game but Coach took his job seriously) that jealousy vanished and I tried to hide the laugh with a cough. I knew that Damon and Caleb heard it though as they both chuckled in my direction. I blushed and looked away before they made me laugh properly.
After Jennie had made a scene going off pitch, the game resumed and despite the fact that I still didn't get a touch, I was able to enjoy myself more, knowing that Jennie was watching from the side lines and most likely getting a lecture on the anatomy of a boy. Of course, the other players that were with Jennie on the 'no passing to Billie' policy were adamant to 'do her proud' even though she wasn't doing it with them.
There was three minutes to the game and the score was drawing at 4-4. Caleb had scored two of them, Damon one and Jeremy the other. I still hadn't had a touch of the ball and Coach had given up with the shouting from his sideline about ten minutes ago, knowing that it wasn't any use. I was hoping that maybe he realised it wasn't my fault but I don't usually get my way Caleb was charging the pitch on the right, dodging tackles and fouls left right and centre like he was on a mission, his gaze totally fixated on the ball in front of him when he suddenly looked up, noticing he was nearing the goal. He took one look at me in the penalty box, just behind their goalkeeper and unknown to him and he pelted the ball, making it sore directly to me. My eyes widened at the hurtling ball but I moved back with it, knowing if I stood still it would overshoot me before it collided with my head and I sent it hurtling into the goal, making the final score 5-4 to our team. I stared at the ball bouncing around in the goal, clutching my head as I watched on in amazement and shock when I was startled out of my daze by two arms wrapping around my waist, hoisting me up and spinning me around, which didn't help my dizziness from the header but I laughed, gripping the forearms in shock as they put me down and I was pulled into another hug.
I looked up and saw Damon and Caleb at the forefront of the cheering crowd around me, both smiling manically at me as if I've just won us the world cup! I smiled again when I realised that it was Caleb who had picked me up and then he blushed when he saw that I realised it was him before grinning.
"We won!" Damon cheered, making the others cheer with him. I looked passed the crowd to see the opposing team sulking and my face dropped when I saw Jennie scowling at me. I gulped and forced my gaze away back to Caleb as his hands came up to touch the red bump that was surely forming on my forehead.
"Does it hurt?" he asked, worriedly as he pressed a light finger to it. I winced, answering his question. "I guess so. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to kick it so hard."
I shrugged. "It's okay. I still scored, right?" I dismissed with a grin. He laughed and put his hand up for a high five. I gave him one just as Coach came up, smiling.
"Not one touch on the ball and the first chance ou get, you scare. What's up with that? Well done, Billie." he praised before heading back to the other team for the 'loser' speech. Caleb hugged me again.
"Thanks for the pass." I whispered into his ear. I felt him grin.
"It wasn't fair what Jennie did. I'm sorry." he replied, pulling back. I just shrugged.
"You shouldn't have to put up with that, Billie." Damon responded to my shrug with a frown. "She's been bugging me for a while now. She's totally changed."
"Nope. She's always been that way...you just never saw it before." I told them. They both frowned.
"Sorry." they both murmured before turning and walking back to the changing rooms, shoulder to shoulder. Caleb turned back to me before shouting, "Nice game, Billie! Well done!"
I smiled, blushing as I waved back at him and turned around to see Jennie scowling at me with her two cronies flanking her with their hands on their hips. I froze and looked around. We were the only ones out here. I gulped.
"Nice game, Billie." Jennie congratulated. I waited, not buying it but she just pushed past me and stalked towards the girls' changing room. At the door, much like Caleb had done, she turned back, sneering, "Too bad it's going to cost you though."
I sighed, shaking my head as she disappeared. I knew that, I thought as I made my way back to the changing rooms too.
At lunch, I was sat between Anna and Tyler, retelling everyone at the table about what happened just ten minutes earlier and they listened with big grins on their faces. I was so happy about what just happened.
I scored! Not only that but Caleb passed me the ball. The same Caleb who likes me and the same Caleb who is supposed to hate me just as much as Jennie seems to. I also find it an awesome achievement that I shot the ball past the top goalkeeper in the eighth grade. He wasn't happy that I was the first girl to get a ball past him but I wasn't too afraid of him. He wasn't in Jennie's social circle either so he might not share the same burning hatred Jennie feels either.
"That's sooo cooool!" Rory exclaimed once I'd finished. We all laughed and nodded with him as he grinned like an imp.
"Caleb's soo awesome. I'm glad he's my eighth grader and nobody else's!" Tyler laughed, proudly. I smiled, happy for that too.
"I bet Jennie wasn't too pleased about that but then, the sending off would have put her in a foul mood anyway. I can't believe that happened. Too funny!" Anna laughed, clutching her stomach. I smiled, glancing over at Jennie and then frowned.
Jennie was stood over Caleb and Damon at their table, gobbing off at them, no doubt for the kindness they showed me earlier and the pass Caleb fed me and the goal that came from it. She hasn't said but she's probably jealous over the fact that I stole the limelight from her for about ten minutes but no doubt she'll do something to get it back. Like what she was doing now. Damon looked like he was trying to stay out of it and calm but was failing miserably. His expression was growing in irritation and Caleb was just plain pissed off! As she continued to go off on one, her voice growing louder with every word she said so the whole cafeteria was in on the conversation, Caleb stood up, sharply, knocking over his chair in the process. Damon, after looking startled for a few minutes, shot up too, to support his best friend and not his girlfriend.
"Shut the hell up, Jennie!" He shouted at her, angrily. To say she was utterly shocked would be an understatement and she even took a step back from the force of his words. "Everything is not about you! What you did to Billie out there and what you have been doing to Billie isn't right! She's been through so much and you making her feel worse than she is is just plain mean and awful!"
"Watch it, Caleb. You may be my boyfriend's best friend but I can have you out this circle oh so fast." she threatened, making Damon bristle.
"Don't threaten him! He's been my best friend longer than you've been my girlfriend. And much longer than you've been my ex-girlfriend!" There was a collective gasp around the cafeteria, including one from each of us at my table at his words. Has he just broken up with her? No way!
"Excuse me?" Jennie shrieked, shrilly. Damon smirked.
"You heard me. I've had enough of your evil, nasty attitude, Jen. It's so annoying and it actually makes me angry. I've spoken to Billie and she seems like a nice girl so leave her alone!"
"Or else?" she prompted, cockily, with a hand on her hip.
"Do you really wanna know?" Damon asked, darkly, giving Jennie a significant look that only she would possibly understand, though from Caleb's face, he knew too as he grinned, widely, at his best friend. This shut her up though, which totally baffled me and intrigued me at the same time. I frowned at Tyler and he shrugged, but seemed to be loving that his sister was being put in her place.
Without another word, she turned on her heel, flipping her hair as she went before stalking out the cafeteria with her cronies on her trail. I stared, open mouthed and wide eyed at the doors, disbelieving to what just happened. Anna nudged me and I looked over to her, seeing that her expression was the same. Tyler and Levi were smirking and Rory was fighting back laughter and seeming to be failing. I felt my own building and with a little escaping his mouth, I burst into full blown hysterics, which were soon echoed four times over. I heard chuckling behind me and I straightened up form the table to see Caleb and Damon standing behind Tyler and Rory, smiling sheepishly but satisfied with themselves. With one or two more chuckles, I calmed myself and looked at them in shock. They chuckled again.
"You heard that then?" Damon asked, hesitantly. I grinned and nodded. He laughed.
"That was...that was..."
"Awesome!" Anna screamed, still laughing but finishing my sentence perfectly. I laughed some more with her before coughing it away. Looking at them both again, Damon was the only one looking back. He looked amused, both by us and the fact that his best friend, after doing what he's just done, was staring at the floor, biting his bottom lip in nervousness. He chuckled and shook his head at his best friend, who pushed him back but he righted himself, chuckling again.
"Dude, come on..." he whisper/yelled at Caleb and he shot him some evils before looking up at me. I smiled, shyly and he returned it.
"I-I was w-wondering...maybe...I-If you wanted me t-to that is...I-if maybe-"
"Could he walk you to your locker?" Damon asked me, fighting back laughter at his best friend's unusual stutter but trying to be supportive and a good best friend at the same time. I blushed, fiercely as Caleb looked at me and smiled in agreement and I looked down before peering at Anna, who was grinning, impishly. She met my gaze and grinned wider, nodding. I blushed, deeper and turned back to Caleb, who seemed even more nervous than before.
I knew I hadn't answered yet and not for a long time and when I felt someone kick my shin under the table, I yelped, jumping slightly in my seat. I looked over at Anna to see her giving me an insistent look in Caleb's direction and I coughed to clear the lump in my throat and I caught a glimpse of the three boys' protective frowns out the corner of my eyes. I ignored them, answering. "Um...S-Sure, Caleb...Thanks." I stuttered, looking at Anna before picking up my bag and rising to my feet. I glanced at Caleb in time to see him give Damon a not-so-subtle high five and smiled, looking down as I followed Caleb out the cafeteria. Alone.
We walked in silence, closely but a safe distance between us. Every few seconds, I saw Caleb's newly acquired Adam's Apple bob as he swallowed nervously. I smiled every time. He was one of the most popular guys in school and he was this nervous? It almost seemed surreal. He offered to carry my bag as we made it out the cafeteria doors and away from the staring eyes and he was now fidgeting my bag strap on his shoulder. We didn't walk fast. Neither of us seemed to want to rush this as it was a big step. I never realised I'd start to feel something for Caleb but obviously, if he made me this nervous too, there was something there? He was so cute, handsome even, despite his boyishly rounded face and features. His stark black hair was messy but a styles messy, if that makes sense. There was this one piece that he'd periodically swipe out his eyes but it'd fall right back. His walk, so unlike Damon's, wasn't a long stride that seemed to equal three of my steps but instead, he kept in pace with me, enjoying walking beside me. And I never thought that that would be possible. But here we were, at my locker having crossed the whole cafeteria, the grounds and up three corridors, in totally silence.
I opened my locker as he rested against the one next to mine...in silence. I murmured for my bag and he gave it to me...silently. He then held a hand out...silently, requesting to hold my bag again...silently, but I just shook my head. He frowned and dropped his gaze and hand, looking disgruntled. I smiled.
"I want to thank you...again. For what you did in P.E and...for what you did in there, what you said to Jennie." I murmured, shyly. He swallowed, hard and nodded, smiling. "You didn't have to do that for me. I'm used to it."
"Sure but I wanted to. After what happened to your...parents, you don't deserve what she dishes out, you know? And...I just wanted to do that for you." he mumbled back, hardly meeting my gaze. I smiled and did something that was totally uncharacteristic of me. I lifted his chin and kissed him once on the cheek. I felt him freeze, shocked and surprised and when I pulled back, his mouth was wide open as were his eyes. I giggled at his expression and that seemed to shock him out of whatever trance he was in. He grinned, widely, returning the kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you." I said again, softly. He smiled and nodded with a shrug.
"You're welcome." he replied, happily. I nodded once more and then turned to walk away to my next class. At the end of the hallway, I heard Caleb shout, "Have a nice day, Billie!"
I turned around and smiling. He hadn't moved an inch. "Thank you. You too, Caleb!" I shouted back before heading to science.
The afternoon went so fast, I found myself at the car and I smiled widely when I saw Paul was here again. He smiled rightly at me and tapped the seat up front. Jennie sighed, not liking that I've just taken her seat but could hardly do anything or say anything with Paul here, which I was utterly thankful for. I climbed ina and Paul pulled me into a hug.
"Hey, Billie-Bear. How was school?" he asked, interestedly as he pulled out the parking lot. I smiled at him and then back at Anna, who grinned back. Though, it was Ty who answered first.
"She scored the winning goal in their soccer match!" he shouted, proudly. Paul beamed at me, messing my hair. I grinned.
"That's awesome!" he shouted, enthusiastically. "Well done!"
I beamed at his praise, it making me feel so much more happier than anybody else's did. And I had no idea why...
When we reached home, after dropping everyone else off. Jennie was the first to climb out and stalk to the front door, ignoring the three men in the front yard completely. Uncle Sam, Embry and Steven frowned before looking over to us, confused.
"What has her knickers in a twist?" Steven asked me, chuckling. I shrugged.
"I have no idea. She's been like that all day." I lied to them. They all shrugged, murmuring, 'teenager' at the same time, making each other chuckle.
"How was your day?" Uncle Embry asked as he hugged me, tightly. I giggled as he swung me around and demanded he put me down. "Sorry. Well?"
"It was alright, I guess." I replied, nonchalantly. I heard an exuberant chuckle behind me.
"No tell them the truth." Paul ordered, grinning. I blushed and looked down as the other three looked at me with their eyebrows raised. Paul chuckled again when I didn't elaborate.
"She scored the winning goal in their soccer game today." he told them all and they all gasped. Gasped. I looked up, frowning.
"What?" I asked, defensively. They looked shocked.
"Oh...Nothing. We never knew you were good at soccer." Steven replied, smiling sheepishly. I shrugged, dismissively.
"I'm not really. It was pure luck." I told them.
"Sure, sure." Paul teased, messing my hair again.
"DO you have homework to do?" Uncle Sam asked. I rolled my eyes and made my way inside.
"Nice, way to kill my happy buzz, Uncle Sam." I mumbled, making them all laugh.
When I entered the kitchen, Aunt Emily and Kim were there, baking and I said quick hellos to them before heading off to the room, taking advantage of Jennie doing her homework in the lounge. I don't think I can face her alone yet. I dropped my bag on the desk and started, finding my maths the hardest but giving it my best shot. An hour later, I was shouted for dinner and I went down to see the whole pack was here for diner tonight. I smiled at them all, sitting in a seat next to Paul, unknowing if it was saved for me or not. I didn't care. I wanted to sit next to him.
"Hey, Soccer Star." Craig greeted, grinning. I rolled my eyes, smiling.
"I'm hardly a soccer star, Craig. It's not even that big of a deal." I retorted, embarrassed.
"It is, the way you were telling it at lunch." Tyler spoke up, shovelling fries into his mouth. I glared at him and he just grinned.
"I'm proud of you. You seem happy over it." Paul told me. I grinned up at him and nodded.
"Oh, you'll never guess what!" Anna exclaimed, excitedly. They all waited and I started to laugh, suddenly knowing what she was going to say. She giggled and continued, "Jennie got sent off!"
"Ha! No way!" Quil laughed, patting Jennie, who was sat next to him, on the head. She scowled up at him and then Anna. To the others, that would have looked playful but Anna and I knew it was far from.
"What she do?" Uncle Sam asked, giving Jennie an amused look. She grinned, sheepishly.
Levi snorted. "Hit Harrison James right where it hurts. He cried and everything." he laughed as a chorus of 'ow's sounded through the room. Jennie giggled.
"It was a totally accident but he sent me off." she complained, defensively.
"Such a dirty player." Paul chuckled.
"Reminded me never to play with you." Uncle Embry joked. She stuck her tongue out at him. He chuckled.
Dinner was a laugh, Uncle Embry and Paul slamming most of the jokes. I ate in relative silence, laughing when others did to fit back in but I couldn't help it, being surrounded by them all again, when my mind went back to last night and what they told me. It was all still so new and I was still adjusting it. I looked at Uncle Sam and Uncle Embry and the thought of them being able to change into massive wolves just seemed bizarre, despite their massive sizes. Uncle Embry caught my gaze and smiled. I smiled back, slightly before continuing to eat.
Fifteen minutes later, Uncle Sam was announcing it was time to go on 'patrol', which sounded funny to me but hell, all of the wolf business sounded funny to me so...They left five minutes later and with one last hug from Paul, I helped Aunt Emily with the dishes before heading off into the living room. The boys were all upstairs in Tyler's room, playing on his Xbox and some on their PC while the girls, including Anna, were fussing over Reuben's birthday plans that was just two days away. So I sat on the sofa and clicked on the TV, flicking through them until I found something to watch. An hour later, the boys were still playing andf the girls still planning so I was startled when I felt a hand grab my upper arm and yank me up off the sofa and I came face to face with a sneering and angry Jennie. My heart skipped a beat before picking up double speed as she stared me down with evil eyes. I gulped, stepped back slightly when she took a step forward. She smirked.
"Not so tough now you have your new boyfriend, huh, Left Feet?" She said, venomously. I sighed.
"He's not my boyfriend." I defended, taking another step back.
"I don't care. He can crush on any low life he wants to but Damon...that was a very bad thing for you. Him dumping me. I can't believe he did that. For you. You. I mean, he picked on you too. Or have you forgotten that?"
"No...but-"
"Of course you haven't. I bet you haven't forgotten the little warnings I've been giving you either, have you, Left Feet?" she asked, nastily. I took a deep breath and shook my head. "So what should we do for punishment? Spread a rumour? Shove you head down a toilet? Make every girl in school despise you? Hmm...so many options, don't you think?"
"Jennie, please, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean for Caleb and Damon to do those things." I almost begged, moving back in fright. She chuckled at that.
"I don't care, Left Feet. The fact is that they have and whether it was your intention or not, you're still going to get the blunt of it." she threatened, stretching her arm.
"Jennie! Don't be soo mean!" I shouted, desperately.
"Why not? You deserve it!" she shouted back and we were silenced by a loud, 'Ahem'. My head snapped up in shock to see Aunt Emily and Melanie stood at the door with the girls stood behind them looking worried and concerned. I gulped, looking down as fear shot through me.
"What's going on in here?" Aunt Emily asked, sternly, looking between the two of us. Jennie stepped back, looking innocent.
"Nothing. We were just talking."
"Jennifer, you were shouting. Both of you were." she replied, strictly. I gulped again, letting Jennie take the lead on this one. I knew that this would have been my chance to tell the, everything but I was scared to. They were at school with us and so much could happen there.
"Oh, I know, we were just disagreeing on something. No big." Jennie replied, expertly. Aunt Emily assessed us for a minute or two before narrowing her eyes.
"Billie?" she asked me with a look that said, 'If there's something going on, you can tell me' but I just shrugged.
"Like Jennie said."
"So what were you disagreeing about?" Melanie asked me, suspiciously. Crap.
"Oh...um..."
"Whether Puck from Glee was hot or not. I say yes but she says no." Jennie explained with one of her sickly sweet smiles.
"Billie?"
"Right. He's so not hot, Jennie."
"Pfft. Sure." she retorted, playing along.
We were all silent for a long time and I looked anywhere but anyone else. I found the fabric of the sofa interesting and focused on that instead. The minutes clocked by and I was wondering if Aunt Emily was trying to use the silence to make one of us crack. I would not be the one, though. I couldn't make this any worse than it already is with Jennie. There was no telling what she might do.
Then, as if it couldn't get any worse, there was another throat clearing but a deeper one and my head snapped up for the second time in fifteen minutes to see Uncle Sam standing next to Emily, arms crossed and a very intimidating expression on his face. I had to look away other wise I would have cracked. Wow. He was so huge and scary when he wanted to be. I heard Jennie gulp next to me and I looked at her, surprised. She was scared of Uncle Sam when was like this too? Huh. Someone started to approach me and I looked up to see Paul smiling down at me, worriedly. I smiled back, forced because this situation was as bad s it was going to get.
"What's going on?" Uncle Sam echoed Aunt Emily's early question. I sighed.
"Nothing, Daddy. Just girl stuff." Jennie replied, sweetly and I glanced up at Uncle Sam's face to see it was still blank and I doubted that her sweetness was going to work this time.
"Billie-Bear?" Paul asked me, concerned. I looked up at him, innocently.
"Its nothing, Paulie, honest." I replied, my voice cracking and I cursed myself mentally as he narrowed his eyes at me.
"Honestly?" he repeated, sceptically. "Come on, Billie-Bear. Tell me."
I stayed quiet but Anna didn't. "Billie..." I looked up, sharply, hurting my neck but I ignored it when I saw Anna Push through Uncle Sam and Aunt Emily to come to my side to give me a look to say, 'Tell them'. I shook my head and the look became insist. I sighed and then Jennie glared at me. I chickened out. "If you don't I will...It's not fair for you."
"Annabelle." Jared demanded, seriously. I've never seen him this serious before.
She sighed. "Billie?" she repeated. I sighed.
"It's nothing. I swear." I told them all. Anna sighed heavily before turning to face Jennie.
"You gonna tell them?" she asked her and Jennie just stared back, blankly.
"Tell them what, Anna?"
"You know what."
"JUST TELL US!" Uncle Sam bellowed, making me jump and Paul hugged me closer, allowing me to calm down. Jennie yelped and covered her ears. I looked over at Uncle Sam, he was impatient and growing angrier by the second. Paul didn't look so hot either. Everyone just looked between me, Jennie and Anna, expectantly but it was someone else who answered, pushing through too to come stand beside me.
Levi looked up at me and smiled before saying, "Jennie's been bullying Billie."
"WHAT?"Uncle Sam, Aunt Emily and Paul screamed at the same time and I covered my ears, sighing and looking down at Levi's apologetic expression.
"Care to explain, Jennifer?" Uncle Sam demanded, sternly and very unhappy. She looked just about ready to cry as she looekd at her father. "WELL!"
"He's lying, Daddy! Why would I bully her?" she asked, defensively.
"You tell me."
"I don't know!"
"You're such a liar." I whispered, not intending anyone to hear but I suddenly remembered the super hearing and cringed, mentally, closing my eyes and hiding into Paul's chest.
"Why? Tell us, Billie-Bear, please?" Paul begged, pulling me back, gently and looking me straight in the eyes.
"I don't know why she does it. It's never made any sense." I murmured, sadly. He frowned.
"How long?" Aunt Emily asked, upset and angry. She directed this at her oldest daughter. Jennie gulped. "Jennifer May!"
"I'm sorry!" was all she screamed and buried her face into her hands, sobbing. I rolled my eyes behind my closed lids at her display. She was such an actor.
"Are you admitting it?" Uncle Sam demanded, horrified and livid. His fists were clenched and only slightly shaking but I think he'd have good control over his phasing by now. I hoped. She just cried harder and that was enough answer for him. "Go to your room. Now! I don't want to see you until tomorrow. I want you out of my sight! I thought I raised you better than this, Jennifer. Damn it! GO! NOW!"
With that, she ran out, head in hands and sobbing into her hands as she climbed the stairs to enter the room I share with her. Great think, Uncle Sam. I thought. A minute later, I felt a hand on my shoulder and I opened my eyes to see Uncle Sam crouching down to my height, looking confused and upset. He looked at me for a while before sighing.
"Why didn't you say anything, Billie?" he asked, softly. I shrugged, hiding back into Paul again. He stroked my hair, gently, comforting me. "Oh, you silly girl, come here."
He pulled me away from Paul and into a hug when I started to cry, softly and he held me tightly, lifting me up and placing me on the sofa. Paul sat on my other side and I turned to snuggle into him. I felt safer than I ever have before with this knowledge out but then, never have I felt so afraid at what she might do in retaliation. We sat quietly for some time. The other left for a while to give me some space. The only ones who remained were Uncle Embry, Aunt Violet, Aunt Emily, Uncle Sam, Paul , Seth, Melanie, Ty, Levi and Anna. She knelt in front of me on the couch, her head resting on my knees, looking apologetic. Paul rested his cheek on the top of my head as Uncle Sam stroked my hair out of my face as the tears continued to fall. Aunt Emily was crying too, whether it was from me crying or if it was because she just found out her daughter was a bully. Maybe both. Everybody else sat silently, waiting for me to calm down. When I had, Uncle Sam spoke,
"How long, Billie?" he asked, gently. I sighed but didn't answer. "Please, Billie, I need to know."
"I can't remember how long." I admitted.
"Take a guess." Paul suggested, softly. I sighed again.
"Since...3rd grade, maybe? Second? I don't know." I mumbled.
"Four years? This has been going on for four years and you've told no one?" Uncle Sam asked, disbelieving. I shrugged. "Silly girl..."
"Didn't you tell you mom, or Dad?" Seth asked, sadly. I shook my head.
"Why not?" Aunt Violet asked, gently. I shrugged.
"Come on, Billie-Bear, give us something to work with here." Paul begged, worriedly. I sighed.
"Fine...I lied earlier." I admitted, sniffling. Uncle Sam sighed but didn't comment and waited for me to continue. "I know why she bullies me."
"Why?" Seth pressed, curiously and upset.
"You know Lindsey Wright?" I asked Uncle Sam. He thought about it and nodded, unsure.
"Jennie's old best friend when she was in third grade?" Aunt Emily asked, confused. I sighed and nodded. "What about her?"
"She just stopped being her friend, didn't she?" I asked again. She nodded.
"We never knew why thought and apparently, neither did Jennie." Uncle Sam informed me. I snorted, shaking my head. "She knew." It wasn't a question but a fact. I nodded. He sighed. "Go on."
"Jennie was being mean to her and I stood up for her and then they stopped being friends and then we became friends and she ignored Jennie and then Jennie hated me and then she started to pick on me and it just carried on but then Lindsey moved but it still went on because I stole her best friend and she hates me." I said all in one breath and a huge gasp at the end. I slumped into Paul, totally out of breath. He chuckled.
"Take a breather there, Kiddo. I only just caught all that." he teased, kissing the top of my head. I smiled at his attempted joke and was grateful that he was making me feel better.
"So all this because of a friend she never really liked in the first place?" Aunt Emily asked in disbelief and disappointment. I just shrugged, gulping. "That girl...!"
"We're so sorry, Billie." Uncle Sam apologised. I shook my head, dismissively. "And don't worry. She'll say sorry too. It won't e continuing, I promise."
I highly doubted that but I nodded for his benefit. "Thank you..." I whispered. He nodded and kissed my forehead before Paul pulled me closer. I smiled up at him.
"You should go to bed now, it's late." Paul suggested, softly and I stiffened, not liking being in the same room as her. Aunt Emily sighed.
"I'll go talk to her." she said, reluctantly and Uncle Sam looked relieved. He was livid at her right now. A minute later, we heard shouting and then a door slam. I flinched at the sound and Paul soothed me. Another minute later, Aunt Emily came back down.
"Okay...Go on to bed, Billie." she ordered, gently with a small smile. I gulped and nodded, looking up at Paul.
"I don't want to go alone." I whispered. He sighed, looking at Uncle Sam for some reason, who nodded once. Paul shifted and picked me up into his arms. "Night, Everyone."
"Goodnight, Billie." they called out collectively. I smiled when Seth and Melanie called out, 'Lea-Rae' instead of Billie and I waved at them on our way up the stairs.
When we got to my room and he opened the door on my say so, Jennie was laid in bed, facing away from us. I gulped upon seeing her, snuggling up to Paul more as he walked over to the bed and set me down, gently after pulling back the covers. He tucked me in and knelt down beside me on the floor, smiling warmly as he stroked my hair back.
"Sweet Dreams, Billie-Bear." he whispered, softly. I smiled.
"Why do you call me that?" I asked, still smiling and curious. He seemed surprised with my question before he blushed. I giggled. The redness on his face seemed out of place.
"Well...Um..."
"Don't worry. I like it. I love it, in fact. I just wanted to know why." I told him and his face considerately brightened at something before settling into a lovely smile.
"I guess...Seth and Melanie have their nickname...And Billie-Bear seemed...perfect for you and...I dunno, I just like calling you it. Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his face falling slightly at the thought of doing so. I smiled, brightly, shaking my head. He beamed. "Okay then, Billie-Bear, goodnight."
"Night, night, Paulie." I murmured back and he chuckled. "What?"
"Nothing...It's just that you're the only one that's allowed to call me that. The others wouldn't dare." he told me, softly. I smiled, liking that.
"Cool. I like that. Night, Paulie." I repeated and he nodded, kissing my forehead as he got to his feet. I glanced at the girl across the room with an angry frown. "Leave her alone."
"She's hurt you, Billie-Bear. She'll get what's coming to her. Your Uncle Sam'll make sure of that. Bullies are just cowards." he assured me. I sighed and nodded.
"I guess."
"I know...now, go to sleep. I'll be taking you to school tomorrow, okay?"
I nodded.
"Sleep tight."
I nodded again, drifting off to the mere sound of his voice. I heard a content sigh and I dropped off with one more click of the door.
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