Anxious

I returned to my room to find it still empty. I lay in the bed pretending to sleep. There was no way I could actually fall asleep. I was too worried about what would happen. I got out of bed to exercise. As if I was doing that the whole time because I was trying to tire myself out so I could sleep. It wasn't long before my father came rushing into the room. "We have to leave NOW!" He said. "What do you mean?" I asked pretending I didn't know anything. "No time to explain, I'll tell you later. We're not safe here son. Let's go now." He said impatiently. "No, I'm not going anywhere with you til you tell me what is going on," I said stubbornly. "Lupus, either you come with me now or you are no longer my son and you can stay here with your deceitful uncle." I took a moment to consider it. "Fine, I'll come with you." Uncle Harold was going to need an inside man on just what my father was up to and maybe I would find he could actually be trusted. He can't be that bad can he. 

Just as we got downstairs and were heading for the exit Uncle Harold stopped my father in his tracks. " Just where do you think you are going?" My dad tried to shove him out of the way multiple times. "I'm taking my son and I am leaving. Now get out of my way!" Uncle Harold continuously blocked his path. "I will not let you come into my home and ruin everything I have built here. It is already bad enough that you just show up whenever you please. Now you have really done the worst. You will face the consequences of your actions. I will not let you run away from them. this is as much your responsibility as it is mine. Do you think she would want this?" I had no idea who the she was he was referring to but he and my dad shared a knowing look for a moment and I thought maybe he has some good in him after all. "Fine but at least let me get my son somewhere safe first." He glared at his brother and I wondered just what could have happened to them that they seem to hate one another. As an only child, I did not understand the pros and cons of having a sibling. It always seemed like something that should be enjoyable. Before Harold could respond a noise so high-pitched and painful to my vampire ears screeched through the halls. It was like nails on a chalkboard. It made my stomach churn and I fell to my knees as the wailing began. So much pain was coarsing through my very being. I was terrified to know what kind of creature could evoke such a feeling.