Chapter Five
Seth
"I am so sorry about that...Oh, your glass...She'll be getting in a lot of trouble for this, trust me," Mom was saying as she cleaned up the mess Cheri had made.
"It's..." Heaven breathed out of her mouth slowly. "It's...Fine..."
"Are you okay?" I knitted my brows together, wiping at the tea stain on my shirt. She shook her head, pointing to her stomach. "What? What is it?"
"Are you really that stupid, Seth?! The baby's coming! Get Embry!" Claire exclaimed, rushing to take Heaven's hand. She started saying things to her: 'breathe slowly, Heav,' and 'how far apart are your contractions?'
I jogged out the back, where the guys were laughing and flipping burgers and hotdogs. Emerson was sat on top of Paul's shoulders, and Willie was tossing a football around with Jacob.
"Embry! They told me to come out and get you. Something about the baby coming, or-"
"What? Shit," Embry cursed. He dropped the spatula and ran inside, the others following him.
"Seth, can you go find Cheri? Take her to the hospital, that's where we'll be," Mom said. She had Cheri's left hand grasped in both of hers, while Embry had her right hand. He kissed her forehead.
"...Are you-"
"Come on, Heaven. Gently now, gently..."
Heaven squealed and groaned with pain, making everyone shout and begin screaming at each other to 'hurry up'. Emerson looked lost, and gripped onto Paul's leg. Katy, Kim and Jared's three-year-old daughter, began to cry. Which sparked crying amongst the other younger kids.
"I'll stay here with them," Leah said loudly. "Come here, kiddies...Willie, you, too."
"Why...?!"
"I'll stay with her," Claire said. She kissed Heaven's temple before herding the other kids over by Leah. I sighed and left out the back door to find my d...
Cheri.
I had her scent in my nose: vanilla, conditioner, fabric softener, and Tony. Lord, I hate that kid. He's not good for her.
I walked around, trying to find her. Her scent became stronger, and I hurried to get to her. I saw a glimpse of her through some trees, where she was frozen. Cheri cringed and stood there, and I walked forward some more.
"Cher-"
"AHHH!" she screeched, turning around. I held up my hands in defense, afraid she'd hurt me or something.
Psh. Not like she would, though.
Her face went from pure panic to utter anger and embarrassment when she saw that it was me. I saw the corners of her eyes brim with tears, and she stomped her foot on the ground once.
My breath caught in my throat when I realized how much she looked like Jazmyn at that moment. Exactly like Jazmyn.
"What the fuck!? You scared the shit out of me! Why are you here?!" she screeched.
"I came to get you because-" I said slowly, still caught on her likeness to Jazz.
"What? What?" she screeched. "What?!"
"Heav's having her baby..." I finally managed to say. "Wow..."
"I'll walk to the hospital. Don't...! Don't take me there! I can go myself." She stomped her foot again and then walked in the other direction. My mouth hung slack and my jaw quivered a bit, but I regained my composure by clearing my throat. She was nowhere to be seen by then, and I sighed again and followed after her.
I walked alongside her, and she didn't realize that I was there due to my wolf-like quietness. She stopped and looked around, and then turned to face me. She screamed and jumped away, falling onto her butt. I smiled and reached out my hand to help her up.
"Hi."
"Fuck you." She swatted my hand away and stood up on her own.
"Ouch."
She turned and started heading east, then stopped.
"You're lost-" I stated.
"I'm lost," she said louder, cutting me off.
Fifteen minutes later, we were safely out of the woods and in my truck. In the years I had been gone, Mom had never used it. She told me 'I knew you'd come back on your own. So I kept it to remind myself that.'
Cheri had her arms crossed, and she stared hard out the windshield. I swear, it could combust at any second at the rate she was staring. I sighed, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. We pulled up to the main entrance of the hospital, and I turned to her fully.
"Cher-"
She shot out of the truck, slamming the door so hard that it quivered. I sighed roughly again, leaning my head on the steering wheel. I looked up at the ceiling after that, then took the keys out of the ignition and got out.
The Pack was all here, and Leah and Claire had also brought the little ones. Cheri sat quietly in the chair at the farthest corner of the waiting area. I smiled glumly and took a seat next to Jacob. He was laughing at a video on his iPad with his son, and Willie's face was so red.
"Wait! Dad, here's the best part!" he exclaimed. The two watched with smiles on their faces before bursting out into more laughter. "See? Told you!" Willie laughed some more.
"That really was, thanks, kiddo. Your old man needed a good laugh," Jacob smiled and punched his shoulder. William beamed up at Jacob with happiness before Jacob turned to me. "Hey."
I only raised my eyebrows to acknowledge him, looking down at my thumbs. I felt awkward here. Cheri hated me, and everyone else was all caught up in their own worlds with kids and families. And here I was, just coming back from being practically homeless for twelve years.
"She'll come around, trust me," Jacob reassured me, patting my shoulder.
"I've been back for a month. I thought she would've warmed up to me by now." We looked at Cheri, who was flipping through a magazine.
"Seth, right?" Willie asked.
"Uncle Seth to you," Jacob warned him.
"Cool. Uncle Seth, I know something that can get her to like you," Willie said, a smirk on his face. He looked like Leah when he did that, and I couldn't help but crack a smile.
"Yeah?" I asked. He nodded.
"You see..."
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Cheri
Ew. Kim Kardashian is a fat whore.
Well...She is kind of pregnant, so...
Whatever. Let's flip the page...
Ooh! Bruno Mars, hello!
He's number three on my list of hot guys.
I love my Louis, but Tony's number one. Speaking of Tony-
"Hey."
Fuck. Seth.
I didn't even glance at him, and flipped to the next page, where Bruno was explaining his album Unorthodox Jukebox.
"...You know, like that pussy leche..." Bruno said. I smirked. Gah, he was so adorable.
"So, um, you know I play guitar?"
Silence.
"I've heard you sing, you're really good."
Yawn.
"And, uh, I know how to play a few One Direction songs, and-"
Hold up.
"...Huh?" I glanced at him, a little interested. What does Seth know about One Direction?
"One Direction, you know...That British boy band you're so in to. Who are the guys...? Harry, Zayn...Louis-"
"Louis Tomlinson," I stated, setting down my magazine and smiling. "Louis Freaking Tomlinson, bro. I fucking love that guy."
"Yeah, he's...He's got a pretty good voice."
"Pretty good? Uh, try hell a good."
"What about the other ones?"
"Well, Zayn's like hot. And Harry's curls are so beautiful! Niall's just adorable, and Liam's cute. But all of them combined got nothing on Louis."
"Louis Tomlinson."
"No, no, no. It's not Louis Tomlinson. It's Louis Tomlinson."
"Louis Tomlinson," Seth smiled at me.
"No, no, no. Louis Tomlinson."
"Louis Tomlinson."
"LOUIS FREAKING TOMLINSON!"
"LOUIS FREAKING TOMLINSON."
"Good!" I high fived him and grinned. "You know, that in only three years, I'll be legal to marry him? He's twenty-one so it's illegal right now."
"Oh," Seth nodded slowly.
"But, like, not like I'm gonna marry him as soon as I get out of high school, but like...You know. When I'm like nineteen, or something. That's a good age right? Well, unless I get married to Tony, because he's like my boyfriend and everything. And it's weird because we usually only go out for, like, two weeks, but we've been together a whole month and I don't even feel like breaking up! Isn't that cool! Holy crap, I've been talking to you for like, five minutes straight, and I haven't even barfed yet!"
I said all of this in pretty much one breath, clamping a hand over my mouth afterwards. In the corner of my eye, I could see everyone staring at us with smiles on their faces, but I chose to ignore them.
"So like...How do you know so much about One Direction?" I asked, moving my hand away from my mouth.
"Oh, you know. You pick things up after a while. They got pretty famous, huh?"
"Yeah."
It was quiet for a while, me - for once - not knowing what to say. Finally I sighed.
"Hey, Seth?"
"Yeah?"
"I hate you."
"...Oh."
He looked hurt, and I almost felt bad until Embry came around the corner. He grinned at everyone, who went up into cheers. I flew out of my chair, running to him.
"I get to see him first! I get to see him first! He is my cousin, anyway, so duh," I snorted, hooking myself onto his arm.
"C'mere, Emerson," he said to his son, who hopped off of Leah's lap and ran to Embry. He picked him up and kissed his cheek. "Ready to meet your sister?"
What? Sister?!
"What? No. Freaking. Way. You had a girl?"
I ran down the hallway, to Aunty Heaven's room. Wait, which one was her room? I looked at Embry, and he pointed at the one on the far left. I burst in.
"YOU HAD A GIRL?!" I screeched. Aunty Heaven looked up from a little pink blanket, her lips curling into a sheepish smile.
"Yeah...Don't worry, I'm just as surprised as you are."
"Emerson, come on," Embry whispered. He walked to the bed and held him close to Heaven to see his new sister. He scrunched up his nose.
"But...But that's a girl," he said.
"It's your sister," Embry smiled at him.
"My brother's a girl." He leaned down and sniffed. "Well, she smells okay..." he said uncertainly. I raised my eyebrows, walking over to them. I held out my arms, and Heaven kissed the baby's forehead before handing her to me.
"Hey, she looks like me," I said cheekily, grinning at them. Embry rolled his eyes, and Aunty Heaven just giggled. "So like...I vote we should name her Cheri Junior...You know, because of our resemblance."
"No, we're making her name start with an H like Heaven's," Embry said stubbornly. I sighed.
"Fine...Umm...Harper? Haley...Harmony, Halle?" I looked down at my new cousin. "Hickory...!"
"'Hickory?'"
"Yeah! You know like hickory smoked ham. Because she's so cute, I could just eat her! Like hickory smoked ham!"
"No. My sister's not a ham," Emerson pouted.
"Fine. Then you name her, smartness," I told him. He was quiet, looking at the pink blanket. The baby squirmed, finally getting her arm free from the blanket and she rested it on her face. I caught Embry's smile with pride, and Heaven's look of love and adoration.
"Honey," Emerson said. "Cause girls are 'sposed to be made of sugar. Powerpuff Girls said so. And that's sweet, right? Like a honey."
"You'd give up Hickory for Honey?!" I exclaimed.
"Don't you like it, daddy?" Emerson looked up at his father with big, pleading eyes.
Oh, hell no. Well, two can play at that game.
"Embry...?" I said sweetly, trying to look as cute as possible.
"Well...Honey is a cute name..." Aunty Heaven said.
"You're going to give her the name that a four year old suggested?"
"Why not? You named Emerson."
"No I didn't!"
"Oh, right...I did," she smiled at Embry. "I like it, sweetie."
Embry took the baby from me and set her back in her mother's arms. I pouted.
"Hey!"
"What...?" Aunty Heaven didn't look at me, but smiled down at her baby daughter. "Honey...Honey Elaine Call," she said contentedly. I huffed out a breath. Okay, okay, it was cute but she's just making herself subject to bullying.
There's all kinds of names kids can call her.
Honey-bee...Honey ham...Honey roasted almonds...Honey...
Golly, I'm starving!
Later, everyone was gathered in the room, admiring 'Pretty Little Honey' as they called her. Everyone was cooing and ahhing over her, as she just slept and probably pooped the diaper that the nurses wrapped around her.
Emerson smiled and suddenly became the expert on everything that was and is Honey Elaine...And the chick had only been out of Aunty Heaven's body for not even half an hour! Embry just looked proud; I wanted to slap the 'happy father' look off his face. And Aunty Heaven just looked...Well, she looked pretty good for a lady that'd pushed a baby out her crotch with no meds.
Everyone's 'coo-chee-coo' faces were ticking me off, and I stood by the window trying not to snap because I left my phone on the floor in Aunty Heaven's house where it most likely cracked and I'm missing the One Direction concert in Portland right now because Sue refuses to drive me there...!
Oh. And those stupid 'coo-chee-coo' faces were pissing me the fuck off.
If I haven't already mentioned to you how much I hate my life, already...I do. I really, really, really, really do.
But you know what they say, right?
Life sucks...Then you die.
(Insert pissed off emoji here)
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Hey, gorgeous. Meet me at the beach today at noon :)
From Tony.
Oh, Lord Jesus I just died a little.
I started hopping up and down on my bed, squealing and screeching in happiness.
Holy crap, I'm fangirling. And for once it wasn't because of Louis Tomlinson.
"Okay, okay, okay." I took a deep breath and let it out. "Calm yourself, Cher." I let out another breath, then thought about the adorable text again. My heart fluttered and I jumped again, landing on my back. I kicked my legs around happily, clutching my phone to my chest.
I shot up suddenly.
What am I going to wear?
What am I going to wear?
WHAT THE FUCK AM I GOING TO WEAR?!
I hopped off my bed, checking the time as I did so.
10:32
Holy. Shit.
That means I only have...Like an hour and...Something minutes to shower, brush my teeth, do my hair...Pick out an outfit-!
Drastic times call for drastic measures.
"Pick up...Pick up, pick up, pick uuuuuupppppp-puh!" I mumbled to my phone.
"Hello-"
"WYNTER! Shit, Winnie! Tony wants me to meet him at First Beach today, and I'm going through a fashion crisis! I have no clue what I'm going to wear!"
"Wow, you're really freaking out, aren't you...? Well...If I were you, I'd pick that gray shirt-"
"The plain one?"
"No, not that one. The one with the two letters on the front."
"The tank top...?" I asked, fingering through my closet.
"Yeah! That one."
"Okay, got it."
"And...Umm...Ooh! What about those shorts!"
"Which ones?"
"The denim ones."
"Oh, Winnie, that just sums about EVERY PAIR OF FUCKING SHORTS I OWN!"
"Fine, I could just hang up-"
"NO!"
"Actually, wear it with some jeans. And not those ones you like to wear all the time. Those have a permanent paint stain on it from the time-"
"Yeah, yeah, don't get your titties all tied up in a knot."
"No prob. My tits are so tiny, you need a magnifying glass to see these girls. Why can't I have a chest like yours?"
"Please, Wynter. I hardly call a 36B a chest. I'm like captain of the Itty Bitty Tittie Committee."
"If you're captain, then I must be lieutenant." I laughed. "Anyway, umm...Those acid wash ones! Ooh, that'd be cute! Oh, and then those black booties-"
"Wynter, we're going to the beach. Not a concert."
"Okay, then. Toms. Or boat shoes. Make sure they match, though, kay?"
"Sure."
"And since we're casual today, put on a cardigan. Oh! And leave your hair down...And...Hoop earrings! Hoops can never do a person wrong!"
"Thanks, Wynter. I love you, you know that, right?"
"Duh. Thanks for the outfit idea, though. Now I know exactly what I'm going to wear to my job interview today!"
"Thanks for taking the time to memorize my closet," I laughed. "You're a lifesaver, Win."
"Mmm, I try."
"See you later, chica! Thanks again!"
"Welks! Keep it real, home dog!"
"Whatever," I laughed again and ended the call, rushing into the bathroom to get ready. Like she said, I left my curly hair down, and put on some hoop earrings. The only makeup I used was mascara and eyeliner.
Later, I slid on my Toms and grabbed my phone before leaving.
"I'M OUT!" I yelled.
"But we didn't-"
"CONTROL YOUR MOTHER, SETH!" I screeched, shutting the door. I walked casually to the beach-
Well, actually, I sort of speed walked, because I was really super excited.
On the way there, I got stopped by a kid on a tricycle. Oh, shit, I do not want to be pissed off right now.
"Move it, kid. I don't have the-"
"These are for you," he said. He handed me a small bouquet of roses and baby's breath.
"Say whaaaat...?" I raised my eyebrows, turning the flowers over in my hands.
"And this, too," he said, holding out a big red picnic basket.
"Oh, wow..." I giggled.
"Okay, bye! Oh, and Tony says hurry your ass over to the beach now!" the kid said. He honked his horn twice before cycling around me and down the street.
I quirked a brow at his vulgar language before continuing to the beach.
This time, I skipped, waving at everyone and every car that passed by me. When I got to the beach, I could hardly contain myself. I actually kind of felt like Red Riding Hood...Minus the deep, dark, creepy forest and the giant transvestite wolf.
"TONY!" I yelled, stopping for a second. He was sitting on a picnic blanket by the water, looking so fine and sexy...
Mmm...Let me stop myself there.
For the first time I willingly - I know, I can't believe it, either! - ran. Like, for reals, bros! He stood up and caught me, spinning me around. I kissed his cheek over and over again.
"You're such a sweetie, kid. For real, you know."
"Yeah, I know."
"Oh, and that little boy needs to be slapped. What harsh language he has!"
"Taught him all he knows."
"I figured that." I kissed him again then he set me down. "Thanks for the flowers. Their beautiful."
"Welcome."
"And I never got to see what was inside the basket, but it's pretty heavy."
"Good. I didn't want you to open it, anyway."
"Hey! Wait, is it food? Is this a picnic date?! Oh, my gosh! I love picnic dates! Even though, like, I've never been on one before. But, hey. I'm not complaining or anything. So like, did you bring-"
I was silenced by Tony kissing me. He pulled away with a smirk.
"It's not food, Cher."
"What?"
"The food's right there," he answered, pointing to a beach bag at the top left corner of the blanket.
"Then what's this?"
"Open it and see."
I eyed him skeptically for a second before lifting one of the flaps of the basket. I gasped and squealed as a little kitten popped its head out the top. It was so fluffy and fat and cute. It meowed up at me with its big green eyes.
"Gah! Holy crap! It's so cute!"
"This little guy was born two weeks ago. There's this cat that always comes to our doorstep, and my little brother likes to give her milk and stuff. Well, one day, he was outside, and came back with a box of kittens. So..."
"Tony! You're so sweet! Hi, little guy! Hello!" I cooed. I picked him out of the basket and held him close to me, kissing the top of his head. He meowed again, and I poked my lip out at his cuteness.
"I wanna name him Ma Homie!" I squealed. Tony knitted his brows together with an amused grin.
"Come again?"
"So then when I call him I can be like 'come on over, Ma Homie!' He can be Homes for short. Ma Homie Clearwater. I like it, don't you?"
"Whatever you want, babe," Tony smiled at me. I squealed again, taking the ribbon off of the bouquet of flowers. I wrapped it around Ma Homie's neck, making it like a makeshift collar. He meowed again, and I giggled.
"He looks so posh and poised! Watch out, models! There's a new cat in town!"
Tony scratched under Ma Homie's chin, making the little kitten purr with delight.
"So you know...Homes, here marks our one month anniversary, right?"
"But we've gone out before."
"Never for a month."
"Tony Tiger, this is huge! Holy crap, this is...This is bigger than Broadway!"
"And..." Tony took Ma Homie and put him back inside his basket, then reached in the other side and pulled out a long rectangular velvet box. "If it's okay with you, I want to make our relationship official. So..." He grinned. "Cheri Angela Clearwater, will you do me the honor of being my official girlfriend?"
"TONY!" I screamed, when he opened the box, revealing a silver necklace with a heart charm. "Well, duh!"
How the hell was I supposed to resist this?
He moved behind me, and I held my hair out of the way as he fastened it around my neck.
"Tony Tiger, it's so beautiful," I said truthfully. I turned bright red. Probably from all these feelings stuff. I'm not a big feelings kind of gal.
"You're cute when you're a strawberry."
"Yeah, yeah...Let's eat!"
We talked, laughed, and played with Ma Homie over sandwiches, cookies, and soda.
"I cut off the crusts. Just the way you like it, babe," Tony told me, chewing on his. His head was rested in my lap, and he used the hand that didn't have his sandwich to scratch behind Ma Homie's ears as he laid on Tony's stomach.
"You're so sweet, thank you," I kissed him.
I watched as my new kitten fell asleep. Tony smiled and placed him back carefully in the basket. I used a few napkins to keep him warm from the breeze. Tony laughed at me, and took my hand, leading me on a walk down the beach. We walked to a more secluded area, near the cliffs and the part that led into the forest.
It was sunny today, and we watched the sun set behind the cliffs. I smiled to myself; this was one of the most perfect days I've had in a while.
Forget about life sucking - these are the times in life that kick ass!
Somewhere along the way, Tony and I started kissing. Then it began getting heated, and the next thing I knew I was only in a bra.
Well. That escalated quickly.
I kept kissing him, though. Not wanting to ruin anything.
He nuzzled my neck, then nipped at my ear, sending chills down my body. And not the cold kind.
The 'bout to get it ON' kind.
But at that moment, I didn't really give a fuck, to be honest.
More shivers went down my spine as Tony leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "Surprise."
I smiled as we rolled over, and he was on top of me. We were both completely naked at the moment, and I for one was loving it.
Oh, wow, I am so baaad!
(This is the moment where we speed through the nasty, orgasm-inducing details and skip to the part where me and Tony walk slowly back to Ma Homie and the blanket.)
We stood by the basket, and I looked up into his eyes and kissed him, standing up on my tip toes.
"Was it surprising? Spontaneous? Romantic?"
"Home run," I told him with a grin. "How many people can say they lost their virginity on the beach? Umm, not a lot. Shit, do I have sand in my hair?"
"A little...But you still look as beautiful as ever, babe."
"Aww..."
He drove me back home. Ma Homie sat in the backseat, and he held my hand the whole way, occasionally raising it to kiss my knuckles. I fingered the necklace he gave me, unable to stop the smiles and blushing that came when I thought about it.
"Noooo! One more time around the block, please?" I asked, pouting, when we arrived at my house. It was well past seven by now.
"Sorry, Cher. I have to watch the bro," he said apologetically, referring to his seven-year-old brother, Sean.
"Why can't Sean be seventeen and not seven?" I pouted again, my lip poking out even more.
"Don't ask me, because I honestly don't know," he smiled, then reached back to take my kitten out of his basket. "See you later, Homes." He handed him to me, and I smiled sadly. I picked up my flowers, then leaned in for one last kiss.
"I love you," he whispered when he pulled away. It took me a second to answer. I looked into his eyes, then at his lips, then back at his eyes again.
"I love you, too," I finally whispered back. After that, I bit my lip. Then I grinned and slid out of his car, turning and waving when he drove off when one last honk.
I walked up the front stairs of my house, opening the door and closing it with a huge smile on my face. Charlie and Sue were sitting on the couch watching a movie, eating popcorn. I watched Charlie peck her lips once, before returning to the scene.
"I'm home," I said after a few seconds of staring at their old people cuteness.
"Oh. Good. Hey," Sue turned and smiled at me. "Oh!" she cooed, seeing Ma Homie. "Is it a stray?"
"No, Tony got him for me!"
"Tony," Seth muttered, coming in from the sliding back door. He walked to the kitchen and took his lighter off the counter, going back out. I rolled my eyes.
"Anyway, we had a picnic on the beach for our one month anniversary. And he gave me a kitty, and this necklace. Look!" I held my head high to show off the pretty charm.
"Oh, wasn't that sweet?" Sue cooed. "Why can't you be romantic like them?" she questioned Charlie. He gave me a look of slight annoyance and sarcasm.
"Thanks, Cher, for that moving story."
"Anytime, Charles."
"Charlie."
"Riiiiiight," I nodded and smiled. "I'll try and remember that next time I smuggle a Mexican over the border. Oops, you weren't supposed to hear that!"
"Hear what?" he grinned at me. I sighed, eyeing Sue.
"Marry him. Now. Today. Please."
"Actually..." Sue smiled, looking like a giddy young schoolgirl. "Umm, we are." She held out her hand, showing off a silvery wedding band. I almost dropped Ma Homie.
"YES! Wow, congratulations!"
"Thank you," Charlie smiled.
"Like, really. Now I can do illegal stuff, and Charlie over there can get me out of it! Yes!" I cheered, setting Ma Homie down. I skipped to the kitchen, opening the fridge. I pulled out a bottle of Budweiser from the pack that Sue had in here for when Charlie or my uncles came in here.
I popped it open and was about to take a swig when it was ripped from my hands.
"Hey! No fair! Charliiiiie!" I whined, looking at my soon-to-be-grandfather.
"You're fifteen. You don't need beer," Seth said to me, recapping it.
"Don't do that, it's not fizzy anymore!" I exclaimed. "Anyway, we're celebrating Sue and Charlie's engagement. And frankly, you don't need cigarettes but look at you!" I pouted and stomped my foot to make my point.
"She has a point..." Charlie agreed. Seth sighed gruffly, shooting him a look of annoyance. Then he looked at me, frowning. He leaned forward and sniffed, and I leaned back, knitting my brows together. He growled.
"His smell is all over you!" he growled lowly. I stepped back. "What'd you do with him? What'd you do?!"
"I-"
"You had sex with him, didn't you?"
"Well-"
"Didn't you?!" Seth growled louder. It was quiet.
"Charlie, I love you, but I think it's time you go. I don't want you scared to come back over."
"Sure. Bye, honey." He kissed her, grabbed his keys, and left.
"Seth-"
"Mom, shut up and stay out of this," he growled.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I held up my hand. "I told you to control your mother, but you didn't have to go and snap at her like that!"
"Cheri, you-"
"I'm not done talking! Why-"
"NO. I'm not done talking. You're fifteen, Cheri. Fifteen. That is no age to be...To be...Having sex with some Tony kid! I know, because I've been there. You're doing it in the heat of the moment, and then the next thing you know..." He gestured elaborately towards me. "Exhibit A."
"Oh, please, It's not like I'll get pregnant and turn out like you! A grown, stinky, smoking...Asshole!"
"Well, you know, maybe you will, Cheri," he spat bitterly.
"Well...Well...!"
"You didn't use protection, did you?" Sue asked, sounding scared.
"I...I...! I don't know! He surprised me!"
Damn it, Tony! Why didn't I look down there when we-
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of bones cracking and growling. Ma Homie meowed and scurried into the living room, and I turned towards Seth, who was crouched on the ground.
"Seth, outside. OUTSIDE NOW!" Sue was screaming. "Cheri, come over here!"
"What's-"
Sue screamed my name just as Seth burst into a giant, sandy brown wolf. I fell to the floor hard, hitting my head on the staircase. I saw a chair broken under one of his giant paws, and then I started to see double.
"Sue...? Sue, where are you? H-h-help me, Sue!" I whimpered, trying to scoot away. "Sue, he's gonna eat me!"
Someone lifted me up and pulled me close to them. I looked up and saw Sue, hugging her as tight as I could. I was shaking in fear, and I just wanted to be away from the house.
"Seth, you're scaring her. You're scaring her, Seth," Sue muttered. She rubbed circles on my back, trying to soothe me, but I just held her tighter. I felt it hard to breathe, and I gripped her shirt, burying my face deeper into her.
"SETH!"
"Sue, make him go away. Make him go away, please," I whimpered.
"SETH!"
I stood hugging Sue tightly for a while more, trying to steady my breathing, and then I felt something press softly on my back. I jumped.
"Sue...!"
"Cher, it's me," Seth said quietly.
I shied away from him, shaking my head.
"Go away," I cried. "Go away."
"Cher-"
"I hate you! I don't ever want to see you again!" I screamed, whirling around to face him. After that, I picked up my cat and ran up the stairs, slamming the door to my room.
There it is, my beautiful homies! Hope you liked it. Review please!
~SashaFierce12.0