Author's Note: So, by now, I'm assuming that many of you have read Dead of Night. (I read it the day it came out, and it was great... except what's with the long wait until the fall for the next one, huh?) So, a certain conversation in that book inspired this little drabble.
It was a horrendous thing to tell your son: your friends merely tolerate you; they don't like you; nobody trusts you. These words were just spiteful jabs at him, spoken by a hateful mother.
Yet even as he told himself this, Ian couldn't help thinking she was correct. He saw Sinead and Evan's dubious glances. The way Dan spoke to him with blatant dislike. And then, there was that blasted cat….
Isabel was right. Nobody cared. In fact, when he didn't return, they had probably immediately assumed he had turned traitor.
Which they had- save for a certain green-eyed girl.
Author's Note: Ah, I'm pathetic. Taking that little detail as a hint of Amian. But it's true that Amy is the only one who has even a shred of faith in Ian, which is nice, at least... And again: ah, I'm pathetic. XD
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this. And review, por favor! And if you do, danke! (English, then Spanish, then German. Wow. XD)
~Lily