Lahat ng Kabanata ng Waindale: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

I enter the house as I listen to Adam drive off. Immediately I'm bombarded by my mom. She comes out of nowhere and takes me down the hall, her hand gripped tightly on my arm as her eyes watch for grandma. I can hear her in the kitchen; it's nearly dinner time. My mom ignores my questioning whispers and brings me into her bedroom. She closes and locks the door behind us."Why did you leave?" She asks lowly. "Y-You went off with that guy without asking. You can't do that."I straighten myself up. "I had to talk to him about everyone finding out. It's not that big of a deal. It's just Adam.""It's not just Adam. I don't know Adam. For all I know, Adam is some freak monster luring you in to kill you and eat you.""So you bel

I walk to Lycanthropy class with Vivianne. When I told her that there was no ceremony, she was surprised. Apparently there's always been some sort of celebration, small or large. From what Adam supposedly told me last night, I can tell that he isn't on the best terms with his family right now, and I can't help but feel it's because of me. The last thing I want is to tear him away from his family, but I also don't want to start hating myself again for being human. I've just begun to get over it, and as usual, something has to try and drag me back. I'm scared of a situation where Adam may have to choose me or his parents, yet I feel like he's already made his decision. Would I ever risk my relationship with my mother for him? Now that I think about it, my immediate dedication to Adam scares me.How could I trade in an eighteen-year relationship with my mom for someone I have known for not

When I was young, I always wanted to climb the clothesline in Grandma's backyard. She had a dryer and never used the thing. The lines strung across drooped and were worn down by the weather, and the two white poles stood like a playground. There was a flat part on top of the poles. I wanted to climb up and sit on top and stare out at the trees. So, one day, when grandma and my mom were busy inside, I went out and dragged a lawn chair to the pole and set it against it. I got up and reached to the horizontal bit. Managing to grasp it, I jumped and struggled to pull my body up. It was a balancing act, but I didn't fall. When I actually did it, when I sat up there like a perched bird, I watched the trees as I hoped to.The high branches swayed in the wind. The sound of the leaves reminded me of waves. If I wasn't afraid of slipping off, I would have shut my eyes and imagined myself on the be

Seeing him makes me emotional. Everything from Friday night comes flooding back."How did this happen?" Adam asks. He comes to the bed and takes off his jacket and then his shirt. He kicks off his shoes and lifts up the blankets."We were at the beach. I fell in the water."Adam comes under and I try to not fixate on his bareness. "Come on," he says and takes off my mittens. He sets my chilled hands against his chest and my eyes open wide.Instinctively, I bring my cheek against his skin and bask in the warmth. I swiftly pull off my socks and my extra shirts and pair of pants. Not caring about our intimacy, I press every bit of my body against him and cling to him like a child to a leg. His arm comes around me and I rest my head on hi

I take a seat up front as my mind swims in ideas and day-dreams of my weekend with Adam. My mom came into my bedroom as I was getting ready this morning. She sat on the edge of my unmade bed and watched as I made sure I had everything necessary—and arguably unnecessary—packed in my suitcase. We talked a little. It wasn't like our usual sarcastic banters, but rather deep and blunt. Since I felt guilty about my fib regarding the status of Adam and my relationship, I decided to fill her in a little. I even told her that Adam and I haven't done anything yet, but the message was masked by other words yet clear from context. I told her that we were taking it steady, and this seemed to settle her nerves.Although I have stayed the night at his house before, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous myself. Last time things didn't go exactly as I planned, but worryin