One True Mate

One True Mate

                                                            Chapter 2- Evie 

The walk back to the Bellcast’s was beautiful. Trees began to change color as fall approached. The air was cool, but not enough to make me chill. Wind chimes chimed as I walked by houses, kids running around in their fronts yards trying to squeeze every last minute of the warm weather out as they could.

I walked up the crumpled concrete steps and opened the door to the dark house. No one was home yet, which meant I could be by myself for at least a few minutes. I climbed the steps to the small bedroom and threw my stuff on the bed. I sighed walking back down the stairs to the kitchen. I opened the fridge to see not much in it but some expired milk, cheese, and beer. I groaned slamming it shut. I was starving. Opening the pantry to pulled out a couple granola bars that had been sitting in there for who knows how long. Opening the wrapper I took a bite. I shrugged walking into the living room and plopping on the couch I flipped on the T.V.

About half an hour later the two other foster girls I shared my room with walked through the door. They were twins both age six. How they managed to stay together I don’t know. It was rare to live with your siblings in the foster care system.

Their names were Allison and Andrea Bren. Both had long blonde hair that flowed when they walked. Their smiles were very similar, both baring holes where teeth should be. The difference was their eyes.  Allison’s were blue whereas Andrea’s were green. The girls took a quick liking to me. I liked them, they stayed out of my way, but when they needed help they asked and I would give it.

“Hi Evie” they both greeted together.

“Hey how was school?” I asked. The Bren twins had lived with Allan for over a year now. They learned quick how to survive with foster parents like him. They did as they were told and did it quick. I hoped that one day they would find another family that would take them, but at the moment they wanted to stay together and to do that they had to be with Allan. He was the only foster parent willing to take young twin girls.

“Good” Allison started, then her and Andrea started telling me about their day interrupting each other and taking over each other’s sentences. When they were finished I got up off the couch where they sat beside me and looked at the clock. It was already 6:30. Allan should have been back by now, however from what I’ve been told by the twins. He stayed out late most nights with some ‘lady friends’.

“Well should we find something for supper?”  I asked. The girls nodded and we all headed into the kitchen. I found some frozen beef in the freeze and buns on the counter.

“Burgers it is.” I muttered getting to work.

We ate in front of the T.V, which was a big no-no on Allan’s long list of house rules, but I didn’t care he wasn’t here, what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him . . . or us.

After we were done the girls headed up to our room and played while I cleaned up. It was dark by now I opened the window above the sink a little and listened to the crickets sing. I heard howls in the distance, which wasn’t unusual considering the house was built just on the edge of town. I flipped on my music, it blasted through the stereo speaker, I flipped the facet on and plugged the drain. This place had no dishwasher, so it all had to be done by hand.

I bobbed my head to the music as I scrubbed at a plate. The wind picked up outside I looked up as the cool breeze brushed its way in and cooled down the soapy dish water. I saw a small shadow in the distance, standing on the edge of the property by a tree, I blinked and it was gone. Thinking it was my imagation I went back to the dishes.

As I finished the front door slammed shut, I heard footsteps stomping into the kitchen, I turned to see a very pissed off Allan walking in. his hair wet from the rain that must have started outside. He looked around the kitchen.

“Well where’s my plate?” he demanded I shrugged crossing my arms.

“You weren’t here.” I told him simply, his eyes sparked he stomped towards me.

“You live in my house, and you dare not to cook for me! There should be a plate of food waiting for me when I get home!” he growled getting right up in my face, I didn’t cower, I wouldn’t to him.

The twins ran down the stairs to see what all the yelling was about, I peeked at them over Allan’s shoulder. “Girls go back up stairs and shut the bedroom door.” I ordered. Things were about to get ugly. Both twins nodded and ran back up the stairs I waited until I heard the door slam shut to speak.

“Obviously someone didn’t get laid by a new slut tonight.” I glared right into his eyes. His hand came up and slapped me across the face. My head whipped to the side. The wind and rain pounded against the glass doors, they screamed in protest, my music was still blaring.

“You will do what I tell you, when I tell you. I am your parent. I expect my meals to be made for me and ready when I get home. I expect my house to be clean at all times. You understand me!” He deemed.

“You are no parent of mine.”

“Watch it girl, I’m your last chance remember? All it takes is one phone call.” We glared at each other. I spat in his face. His hand came up to slap me again before he could the patio doors swung open, not being able to fight against the wind any longer, it wasn’t just the wind they brought in, a larger figure slid into the house jumping on top of Allan, growling. I screamed, falling backwards and crab walking along the floor.

A wolf.