Chapter 18 - Kill or be Killed
A few hours earlier
The seat swings beneath me as I furiously shade in the hands I'm drawing, trying to get the light in with the rubber that's definitely decreased in size. The cool air rustles the leaves in the trees at the bottom of the garden as the sofa swings gently, the soft light from the house giving me enough illumination to see my art work in the decreasing evening light.
Mum and Nan still haven't made it home and I've been sat here for hours waiting to hear them pull up so I can go on my run, but both of them seem to be stuck in a 'meeting' and it's getting late, seven o'clock to be exact.
Rhea managed to get hold of the cook earlier, who I have yet to meet, to whip up some lasagne which I have to admit was pretty amazing. Casey loved it so much she'd been wearing most of it in her hair by the end of our meal which I then had to clean, sticking her complaining self into the bath to get the sauce out; who knew a human being as small as Casey could create such a mess. I shake my head, that girl is messy; maybe she'll become an artist. I lift my hand off the paper, aware I have a massive black smudge of pencil stretching across the side of my hand which has been resting against the paper, the woes of being an artist.
I wonder when Rhea gets off work? She's still here, playing with Casey in her room, giving me enough time to do my homework. I originally tried to draw in my room at my desk but instantly found it too stuffy and decided to take everything into the back garden and it was then that I spotted the cream sofa seat hanging from a tree at the back of the garden, a perfect place to do my art in peace.
Rubbing the side of my head, a headache beginning to work its way into existence as I pull my earphones out of my ear and push my pad off my lap, leaning back into the seat and staring up at the dimming night sky. I have to admit, it's beautiful here. The few times Mum chose an apartment in the city was horrible. I remember hating the amount of pollution there was and the fact my sensitive senses picked it up tenth fold. Oh, and let's not forget the fact there's always noise, and nothing is as relaxed like it is when you're in a small town or further out into the country side.
You can see the stars, see the moon better and on the plus side the air is much cleaner, and my senses aren't on information over load 24/7. It's just a nicer place to live in my opinion, even if it can be a bit isolating. Plus, when you live somewhere over populated and noisy it's harder to distinguish friend from foe, that's why rule number five is if you can get to a populated place without being eaten alive then it's your best bet for survival, even the stronger Rogues can sometimes lose your scent if there are too many people and scents in the air.
Yawning, I tuck my knees under my chin, wrapping my arms around grey joggers, my trainers tipping off the edge of the seat. I glance at the watch besides me 7.20; I'm not going to have time to go for a run if Mum and Nan don't get home soon. Just great I sigh.
Rubbing my brow I close my art book; I can't focus, I have too much on my mind... like the fact I can't find anything on Uriah, which is really starting to worry me. I bite my lip I might have to call Ethan to do some digging I groan out loud digging my head into my knee's, but that defeats the object of keeping him away from me. I know Ethan, if he thinks I'm in danger he will hunt me down and haul arse over here. I don't need Mum seeing him. I don't need anyone seeing him; he's a wolf, which will definitely make Archer and everyone ten times more suspicious than they already are. I chew the skin on my lip, but do I have a choice?
"Scarlett?"
I jump, almost falling off the swing when I hear my Mother's voice, my head snaps up and I catch her tired blue-grey eyed gaze "hey, how was the meeting?"
