Seth. My eyes do not meet Seth's as he walks through the door from his day of watching. He's been out watching a lot lately. His eyes meet mine and I can't seem to look him in the eye. My eyes cast down and I hear a long tired sigh release from the deep depths of his belly. I can see his head shake gently from his shadow on the ground. He walks up the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom, to sleep. It seems that I am talking more and more to his shadow than I am him. Ever since that night I can't seem to be in the same room as him for more than seconds at a time. I know that Sue and Charlie are beginning to think that something is up.
Anger wells up within me in a short outburst of rebellion, rebellion that I do not deserve because I have no reason to be mad at anything. People have the right to their own opinions. I am not the one to sway another out of their judgment simply because I feel that I have been wronged for then I would just be them and they me. Switching spots is not what I want. I want understanding and acceptance as well a sense of reality and perspective.
The pack was coming over. Seth decided to invite them here to his house for the pack meeting. The pack, because they can't stand me usually hold the meetings at Sam's house. But Seth decided to hold it here and I was to cook. Sue was out of town and I was the only one who could cook besides Emily, but Sam wouldn't allow Emily anywhere near me. I was a threat in his mind and the fact that he held a human as a threat made me want to laugh from the irony. What did I do? All I did is tell a person no and because I exercised my right to speak my mind they deserted me.
I had been working for about two hours when there was a knock on the door. I had to answer since I heard the shower on upstairs. Opening the door I was greeted to whole pack's eyes and faces contorted in anger and disgust.
