WolfesBane

Nightfall

A/N Jamie is mute, but whenever he is signing, it will be put into quotations as if he was speaking

I look out my bedroom window; watching as night comes over the woods. I lay back on my bed, pulling the covers up to my chest, before folding them down neatly. I really wish I could go out right now, but I know my Father would kill me if I left at this time. He's so overprotective. I understand, since I'm his only son, but it's hard to have a life when you have to check in with your Father every ten minutes.

"Jamie, lights out," Dad calls from the hallway, peering into my room for a small moment. "I love you, Kiddo."

I sign, "I love you too", and he exits leaving my bedroom door slightly ajar. I sigh, getting out of bed to shut it. I know Dad doesn't do it on purpose, but damn. It pisses me off quite a bit.

I start back toward my bed, but I find myself more inclined to the closet. I turn on my desk lamp, knowing by now that the light is bright enough to light up my whole room.

I reach to the top shelf using my step-stool, and take down the old Nike shoebox. I slide the stool aside and plop down in the closet doorway. After, peeling the lid back, I take a picture from it. I smile softly, holding it close to my chest. I slip the picture into my wallet, then put my wallet into the pocket of the hoodie hanging above me for safe keeping

I take out my book on Werewolves, opening it to a picture of a large, slick furred beast. I know that I'm almost a graduate, but ever since I was younger, I've loved the supernatural. Especially Werewolves.

I love it all to the point anybody that knew about it, would consider me to be obsessed.

But I don't care. You can't help what you like.

*

"Jamie, time to get up!" My eyes jolt open. I slowly train my eyes to see in the morning light before looking around to my empty, unmade bed.

I sit up, a black blanket falling from my body. Dad must have checked on me last night and covered me up. Thank God he did. I'm a fighter when I'm forced out of sleep.

I stretch moving to my connected bathroom. I gaze into the mirror, brushing my hair up. A small satisfied smile forming on my lips.

I've never been too confident in myself, but during the summer I did a good amount of working out and had a little bit of a style change. It really helped me in that department

I'm five foot six and lean muscled, my legs being the most enhanced. My skin is sun-kissed, my lips a pink cupid's bow and my hair is ash brown with a few added highlights. My eyes are big doe-like orbs of emerald that catch sunlight in a magical way, as Dad has always told me. They are one thing I inherited from my mother.

"Jamie, hurry up!" I start the shower, putting it on the hottest temperature I can handle before stepping under the stream. My muscles relax and I sigh content. I lather my hair and body in strawberry scented products, drifting into my mind for a period.

I finish up with my shower. I open the door to my bedroom, releasing a silent scream. I quickly rush into the bathroom for a towel, shortly returning to see none other than Braxton.

"Asshole," I sign, giving him the finger as he laughs."How did you get in?"

"Phillip let me in," He says, sporting a cheeky grin. I roll my eyes.

He stands, giving me a pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me," He whispers. I punch him in the stomach, and he exits with a howling laugh.

I dress into a pair of black joggers, a fitted dark grey hoodie, a white T-shirt, and white Air Forces. Summer may have just ended, but here, it gets cold fairly quickly.