Feverish

An intertwining tale of love, loss, and redemption. Excerpt: Stalking into the night alone had been a very bad idea, and Sophia knew it immediately, especially in her soaked gown. She leaned against an oak near the home and pressed the back of her head to it, trying to calm her breathing. Thomas followed closely behind, watching her shivering form find shelter from the wind behind a large oak just out the house. Realizing Sophia had to be freezing, he pulled his jacket off, attempting to throw it around her, but she only smacked it down and pushed him away. Stunned to silence he fell on his rear to the ground, landing in a puddle and scraping his palms as he tried to catch himself. "What the Hell was that for?" Sophia only continued to glare at him, "I believe you know what that was for! I cannot believe you! Trying to humiliate me and separate me from everyone." Tears were threatening to spill over from her eyes. "Beyond that, to go and make a scene when your brother is just recovering! How dare you?" Here eyes began to squint, venom seeping into her words, "You always bully me you jerk, and if I ever did anything to upset you, I am woefully unaware! So why must you always be a-" She paused, puffing her cheeks a bit and biting back a sob, "A- a giant jerk!" "Don't you know a single creative insult?" Thomas hoisted himself up, pulling his jacket from the puddle. She threw her hands in the air as if to emphasize her point, "Such as now! You won't even apologize!" A sparkling drop fell from her eye, followed soon by more from each eye. She felt she was at an impasse, and simply wanted to be close to the family. Awkward silence filled the air as her arms went down, and she turned her head down to hide the tears that flowed now. Desperately wishing Maria would follow out, Sophia stayed still, hearing a loud splat noise as Thomas flung his jacket angrily. Why was he now mad at her? Did he not cause enough damage in the home?