“You do that.” She disconnects the call.
“Yes, you take care of yourself, too. Bye,” I say to no one.
Time to get this party started. If we can get the names of the suppliers and the frequent buyers of these drugs, we can start creating a suspect list.
Chapter Five
Dark Dreams, Dreaded Discussions and Dangerous Desire
Elliot
The Werewolf is here again. My parents aren’t home yet. He knows. He always knows when I’ll be alone.
He uses the key to get in, and I just manage to crawl to the end of the couch before he’s standing in front of me. The small green couch is not large enough to keep me away. The tiny coffee table, not enough distance between us.
He smiles. His teeth sharp, feral. “Elli boy. You don’t need to be afraid of me,” he growls.
He’s told me that before. He always does. But he likes that I’m afraid. I plaster myself to the back of the couch, hoping I could merge with it. I’m tiny enough to do it.
“You know that annoying teacher you told your mother about? Well, he’s visiting me at my home. He needs your help,” he coos at me.
“M…Mr. Kensington?”
“Yes, that one. He liked your essay, didn’t he?” The Werewolf smiles.
A chill runs down my spine, the hair on my neck prickling. My eyes go wide. “P…please don’t…. please don’t kill him,” I plead.
“Oh, Elli boy. Okay, I won’t,” he nods amicably. “If you canconvince him not to tell anyone what he saw, I won’t kill him.”
I nod, tears streaming down my face.
“Good boy,” he says.
We walk over to his house. Mr. Kensington is tied in the corner. He just moved here. He’s my favorite teacher. I didn’t even like English before he started teaching it. He always gives the weirdest examples to explain things.
He tries to shout when he sees me. I run up to him. “Please leave him,” I plead again. “He won’t tell anyone,” I cry.
The Werewolf tilts his head. “He won’t?” He slowly walks up to us. I notice his claws are out. I’ve seen them before and told my parents about them. They laughed it off. Told the cops about them when they found the body of little Timmy. They asked me to stand aside.
The Werewolf crouches down and caresses Mr. Kensington’s face with his finger, all of us at the same level now. I want to get away. But I need to convince him. I can save Mr. Kensington. “He won’t. Please, Mr. Kensington. Please don’t tell anyone,” I shake him, tears streaming down my face.
His eyes are bulging and red. He tries to say something over the cloth shoved in his mouth.
“Oh, you’re saying something?” The Werewolf rips the cloth out.
“HELP! HE—”
The Werewolf buries his claws into Mr. Kensington’s chest, blood oozing out. I gasp as his body trembles. Then he goes still.
“Oh, Elli boy, you should have done better. Look what you did,” The Werewolf sighs.
I stand there frozen. Blood droplets splattered on my face, wet and sharp. Tears wiping some of it away.
“Don’t worry. You’ll do better next time. Go home now. Your parents will be back soon,” he says softly, like he really believes in me.
I don’t move. I can’t.
“I said GO.” he growls.
