Mini Series

TRAVIS - Chapter 5

 

~ Travis – Chapter Five ~

 

     “Remember when we first met?” I asked Emily, wrapping my arm a little tighter around her as she laid her head on my chest.

Looking up at me with a beautiful smile on her face and a sparkle in her eyes, she shook her head, “No. You should tell me.”

Chuckling softly as I kissed the top of her head lightly, I smiled, “Well, I was having a very bad day. Being the eldest brother and all, I felt like I had let my baby sister down when Dad had sent her away. Although, now I do see where his intentions came from, but at the time I just hated his stinkin’ guts.”

Emily laughed loudly but quickly covered her mouth and we both looked over at a still peaceful sleeping Tala. She raised an eyebrow at me, “Did you just steal a line from The Little Rascals?”

Grinning widely, “Shush, I’m telling a story – stolen lines or no stolen lines, you will zip it and listen.”

“Yes master,” she bowed her head mockingly and I flicked her dainty nose. Emily scowled at me, but I kept telling her our story.

“As I was saying before I were so rudely interrupted,” I teased with a smile and she rolled her eyes at me before laying her head back down my chest. “I was having a bad day and was in an even worse mood, Dad had just so kindly informed us that we were being transferred to a new school – some crap one compared to our private one, which by the way had awesome teachers and subjects.”

Emily nodded silently, agreeing with how crap she thinks Milton’s is.

“So there we were, dropped off at the front gates of our new school by driver Dan – who is cool and we were like a fish out of water times five. Not only that though, Stevie and I had just shifted for the first time a month before that, so the whole wolf thing was still brand new to us-.”

“What the heck is wrong with you!” Stevie screeched from down the hall, causing Emily to jump slightly as she sat up and glared at our closed bedroom door.

“Me? What is wrong with you!” Grant bellowed back.

Emily turned and faced me, “Aren’t you going to go see what it’s about?”

I shook my head, “They are big boys.”

The sound of smashing echoed up the hallway to our room, followed by complete and utter silence.

“Oh my gosh! Look what you did!” Eva shouted, panic in her voice.

“It wasn’t me, it was him!” Stevie instantly argued back, making sure he was not the one labelled ‘guilty’.

“Uh, it’s just a vase?” Alana mumbled, clearly confused and I groaned instantly, slapping my forehead.

“I hope that isn’t Grandma’s vase they are talking about,” I muttered while Emily bit her lower lip, leaning towards our bedroom door with anticipation to see what was happening.

“What was that?” Dad bellowed from downstairs. No one answered him; instead, the sound of multiple feet pounding across the carpet and out of the games room, into the hallway and to the end where the window could be heard. One of them opened it up and the sound of all of them jumping out one after the other was the last thing we heard.

Dad growled angrily from downstairs, “Damn brat kids,” he muttered as I heard the front door open and slam shut – he was clearly going after them.

“Good luck to them,” I muttered, chuckling a little, glad I’m in here with a witness to say I had nothing to do with this.

“They are so dead,” Emily giggled, covering her mouth and her eyes going wide as she realised what she had said. I laughed loudly as she shook her head, “I didn’t say that, don’t tell them I said that,” she softly hissed at me.