My Brother's Best Friend Is My Mate

Chapter 13: Something smells fishy, and it's not my week old socks

After Melissa left, I told mom I was heading back to Spencer's house. I told her I would get home soon,

and since it was getting late, she packed up and left the store.

"Spencer?", I called as I unlocked her front door. No one answered and the house was unusually quiet.

Knowing Spencer, she probably would be yelling her throat out singing Madonna. I called again but

received no answer and I decided to go upstairs. I tried to think positive, but the thought of Spencer

getting kidnapped crossed my mind. 'Spencer can protect herself, she'll be alright', I said to myself but

it didn't convince me enough. I heard talking before I opened her room door and I sighed in relief,

letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. But who was she talking to? I opened her room door

and but her back was to me but I could see that she was talking on the phone. "What?", she said to the

person on the line. "I'll be at the pack in minutes", she stated before hanging up the phone. She turned

around, and saw me and immediately turned nervous. "Uh, hi Emerald", she said and walked past me.

"Where are you going?", I asked as we ran down the stairs. "What are you doing here?", she asked

deliberately avoiding my earlier question. I frowned. "A question can't answer a question Spencer." She

turned to face me. "What are you, 5 years old?", she rolled her eyes. I laughed and followed her as she

went in the kitchen. She took a water bottle out of the fridge and handed one to me. She seemed

anxious, like she wanted to leave but someone or something was preventing her from doing that.

Probably me. A notification popped up on her phone and her eyes widened. "I'm sorry Emerald,

something came up", she said as she ran top speed to the front door. "Go home, it's not safe. I'll talk to

you later", she yelled over her shoulder. She was running towards the woods. "You're going the wrong Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

way", I shouted but Spencer had long gone. That was... queer. I stood there, in shock for awhile before

I got in my car and drove home like Spencer said. Someone ran out of my house, obviously in a hurry. I

recognized it as...... Liam? What the hell was he doing at my house? "What are you doing here?", I

yelled. He looked at me, then at his phone. He didn't bother answering me, although I thought he

wanted to. As always, he looked extremely handsome, and I wanted to push the hair that kept falling in

his face off of his forehead. He kept eyeing me, as he was a hungry cat and I was a delightful piece of

fish placed in front of him. But he said nothing to me. Liam ran to his car and drove off. Weird, I thought

and went in my house. Like Spencer's, my house was extremely quiet. "Mom?", I called. No one was

home. I hope this wasn't a prank they all thought of, because I wasn't taking it too well. I called Dad,

hoping he would answer, which he did on the 5th ring. Yup, father of the year. "Hey honey." His voice

seemed calm but I knew him better than that. "Where are you and why is everyone acting so strange?"

I thought about mom; she was supposed to be here before I came home. "Is mom with you?", I asked.

"Uhmm", Dad thought. Before he could come up with a quick enough lie, Mom's voice floated down the

line. "Who's that?", mom asked. "Uh, Emerald. There's a lot of static here, I can't here you honey", my

dad said through the phone. "What?! I'm not even talking. You better tell me where you are or else! -" I

stopped when I realized he had hung up. Bummer. 'I'm definitely going to get him back in Father's Day',

I thought as I miserably thought of something to do until my secretive family came home.