Feathers by K.D. Peters Read Free Book Online

my bed.  I had to admit, the warm sheets felt good.  Snapping off the light, I closed my eyes and tried to shut my mind off for the night.  But that would turn out easier said then done.  Instead, I kept ending up thinking about the day’s events.  Just what had happened there with Sean Morrison?  I didn’t get it myself.  Even if Raziel was jealous, why was Sean trying to provoke him like he had been?  It didn’t make any sense.
                  I eventually did drift off, but awoke right at two a.m.  Lying there, I felt my heart racing a little.  I didn’t know why, but I had the distinct feeling that I wasn’t alone.  I curled up a little tighter, and let my eyes wander around the room.  I strained my ears to hear anything out of the ordinary.  But only silence remained.  Am I losing it?  I thought.  Normally, I didn’t have such trouble at night, or in the dark.  But for whatever reason, I felt absolutely terrified.  I worked hard to control myself and figure out just where this feeling of terror was coming from.  Slowly, it began to dawn on me that I wasn’t exactly feeling it in the room.  Instead, it seemed like that feeling of being watched from coming from one of my windows.
                  The one right over my bed.
                  I curled myself up tighter as I realized this.  Even though I knew it was completely stupid, I was certain that something was watching me from that window.  I closed my eyes tightly.  Please go away, please go away, I prayed.  Sadly, it didn’t for a long time.  And I ended up spending most of the night lying there in terror before sleep finally overcame me again.

Three
     
     
                  The sound of my alarm going off was what brought me out of my sleep the next morning.  I have to admit, I felt a little more then exhausted.  Slowly, I sat up and looked around.  Bright sunlight was pouring thru my curtains now, and the feeling of being watched was completely gone.  I couldn’t help but rub my head.  I felt exhausted.  But then again, I’d been awake for most of the night when I awoke to that.  I eventually made myself move to stand on my bed and moved the curtains aside to take a look for myself.  But as I suspected, there was nothing out there.  I even opened the window to look.  Still, there was nothing out of place.  I couldn’t help but sigh.  This had to be stress.  I’d let stress completely freak me out the night before.  How pathetic.
                  After forcing myself up, I took another shower to wake myself up before getting dressed and heading downstairs.  I found Michael in the kitchen already, looking over the paper with a cup of coffee.  He was already dressed, and I had the feeling he was heading out to work soon.  I mustered my best smile as I walked in there.  “Good morning.” I said, trying to sound cheerful.
                  Michael looked up and smiled back at me.  “Good morning.  How was your night?” he asked.  It was the usual morning question.  In fact, I think he’d always asked me that since I was a little kid.  Guess it’s a dad thing.
                  “It was okay.” I lied.  I walked over and quietly fixed myself some toast for breakfast.  “Early morning today?” I continued.
                  “Yes.  I have a few meetings today that are down in Easton, so I’ll have to leave shortly.  I’m not sure of when I’ll be back this evening.” Michael admitted.
                  “It’s okay.  I think I can take care of myself until then.  Besides, I have Raziel around if anything happens.” I said, still trying to sound cheerful.
                  “That’s true.  And I know you can take care of yourself.” Michael agreed.
                  A part of me felt a little guilty for not telling him about the night before, or the whole thing at school