Cross got in with his brother's help. He sneaked in through the back door, while Patrick distracted their mom, talking endlessly with her in the living room until he was sure Cross had made it in.

'Why has Cross not been out this long?' their mom asked coincidentally; it seemed like she sensed Cross' presence hover in the house. Patrick looked at her with a side eye, trying to act as unaware as possible;

'I don't know, i've not seen him either' Patrick replied; looking aloof, pretending to be uninterested in the conversation;

'Go check on him then' his mom said.

Patrick ran upstairs towards Cross' room, he knocked on the already open door, making his mom think that indeed, he was trying to meet him for the first time that morning;

'Beat it, Pat' Cross said, his face squeezed in frustration of his brother's pestering;

'Mom want's you' Patrick said, turning on Cross' X-box and trying to settle in to have his promised hours at it;

'What? not now, I just got back in' Cross said angrily;

'We had a deal' Patrick said untop of his voice; Cross put his index finger over his mouth, hushing Patrick;

'Mom's going to hear you' Cross said; Patrick rolled his eyes;

'She can hear me all she wants, am I playing or not?' he asked Cross; Cross breathe in deeply, he wasn't having a very good start for a weekend, everything seemed to not be going his way and he wondered what the shift was; that silly werewolf spell couldn't have worked, it was far from it he thought, his mind was playing games with him the whole time, he was sure of that;

'Have you even had breakfast? you want to eat X-box for breakfast? come back later' Cross insisted; Patrick was not having it; he knew that if he let Cross start playing that game before him, and his friends arrived, it would be impossible to get the controller out of Cross' grip; his friends would even chase him out of the room, they were too wild and by far older than him.

'Look who's asking if i've had breakfast, I wasn't the one out all night, of course i've had something to eat' Patrick said; 'Mom' he shouted, threatening to report Cross' absence to her;

'Fine' Cross said, letting Patrick play; he hated him, just for that moment; 'You'd need my help soon, and i'd make you pay through your nose' Cross promised Patrick, heading into the bathroom for a quick shower and clean clothes; he was down at the dinning with his mom in less than ten minutes;

'Where have you been dear? not hungry or what? she asked her son;

'I overslept' Cross lied, 'besides I don't feel too good' he continued; he was right about the part of not feeling good; he felt sick, like his energy was draining; he thought maybe it was because he had been out under the sun, hurrying home, it had to be the reason why.

'What's wrong?' his mother asked, looking concerned, assessing his temperature with the back of her hand on his neck;

'Maybe i'm sick and tired of living here, i'm old enough to be on my own now' he told her;

'You won't go back down that road with me this morning son, it's too early' his mom scolded him. Cross had always wanted to leave home; he was almost gone living on his own through his dad's help; he was a spoiled kid, his dad was going to take care of his housing; from the rent, to the bills; Cross would only have to foot his feeding, which he could easily do by either getting a small job, or depending on the weekly allowances his dad was going to be sending him; unfortunately, his dad had suddenly passed; he slumped at work; the autopsy had it that he had a cancer growing in his kidney, and his immune system was already too weak to handle it enough to start treatments; they got a call one afternoon from his dad's office that he had suddenly slumped, and was lifeless; all efforts to resusicate him proved null. Cross' dreams of living alone had gone down the drain sooner than it had started; the only thing Cross' dad left him with was the car he had bought him a week before he suddenly passed; most of his dad's liquid property had already been willed to a trust fund; what was left for Cross and his mom and kid brother was just the house they lived in, the remaining money he left in the joint account he had with his mom and three car's; luckily Cross' mom had a decent job, but it was just enough to put food on the table and clothes on their back; just enough to keep their lives running till something better showed up, that was it.

Cross stumped out of the room in anger;

'You know you can continue with dad's plans if you really put your mind to it' he said, walking back to his room, pissed off;

'You are not hungry I know, you would have come down by yourself to get something in the first place' his mom said; 'maybe if you were serious in school, and got a job, you could move out in peace, i'm not stopping you from moving out if you can fund yourself' she shouted at Cross. He slammed the door of his room angrily, startling his brother that was deep into the game he was playing; Cross' anger was brewing by the second, getting more intense each time the clock ticked. Patrick slowly turned towards Cross, he got uncomfortable; his brother seemed angrier than he had ever witnessed;

'What's wrong with your eyes?' Patrick suddenly asked, staring at Cross in amazement; Cross' eyes were blood red, it had never happened this way before. Patrick left the room in a hurry;

'I'd come back when you're cool' he told Cross, making for the door in a haste.