Cloaked Craving

Cloaked Craving // 1

- Quinnsell -

"Quinn, honey did you pack your electronics? You'll start nagging otherwise;" my mom reminded me. I widened my eyes as I placed the box with my boxing equipment into the black van.
"Gosh," I gasped, "You're right! Thanks mom;" I yelled as I ran back inside.

Thankfully, dad gave us only ten minutes before we left, instead of saying something like, hurry up we'll leave in a few.
I ran across my emptied room and grabbed all I had forgotten. Including my favourite book and fingerless gloves, I know, I know, fashion Icon.
But, these were custom. They have slim but very hard metal plates in the front.

I love boxing and other various sports but me being clumsy as heck doesn't help at all. I love recklessness, the adventure, adrenaline! But I get hurt a lot. Mostly because of myself.

After I stuffed my things into a bag I brought it downstairs as well. I gave it to dad and went back inside to do one last check on our pretty house. I will surely miss the white marble floor and the pretty fire place.

I have a whole lot to say about that fire place. Yep, we've been through things. Or I've been through things because of that place. I remember burning myself the first time.

I straight up pressed my hand against the glass because it was cold from the snow outside. Not a good idea.
I figured that. I tried to keep away but I trip over nothing. Usualy it is something, but that something is my own foot so I don't get to speak there.

After I went through every room I wanted to leave but heard soft sobbing. Sounded like Elliot.
I rolled my eyes, he was a bigger drama Queen than Gwyneth which was quite hard. But hey, it's in the family.

I walked to the small walk in closet in his empty room. I knocked on the door and pushed it open just to see him sit on the ground.
"Hey little guy," I said and looked at his expression. He wanted to stay. I mean, Cullen had no problem with it, he was becoming the Alpha, me and Gwyneth are almost eighteen, we understand about these issues, but Elliot was just eight. His heart broke at the thought of never seeing his friends again.

"Mind if I join you?" I asked carefully. He sniffed and used his hands to push his body further to the side. I smiled and even with my 5'8 ft tall posture I managed to crunch down beside him.

I sat down and looked around. "Not very comfortable, how about we sit down in the car?" I asked, trying to tell him that we are leaving. He shook his head and clutched the white bunny tighter in his grip.
"Elliot, my little baby, listen," I breathed in deeply.

"You know about grandpa right?" I asked. He nodded and slowly raised his gaze up to my eyes. "He is injured. We are going to help him until he is fine again. I'm sure during that time you'll make new friends. Maybe you'll want to stay there then;"

He shook his head, "I like it here, I don't want to go," I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him closer. I kissed his head and ran my hand through his brown locks.
"Come on, we don't have much of a choice. Later when you're older you can come back. Okay buddy?"

He sighed, he knew that we had responsibility over something but he didn't quite know what. We haven't told him we're becoming the Alpha family, but I'm sure he would find out soon anyways.

He stood up and left without a word. I could feel that he was upset. I stood up and followed him. Silently we went downstairs and got seated in the car. It had only six seats, Cullen was on his bike.