Goodbye ‘Party’

MAYA

I watched as Adam and his brothers kept looking around the area where they had beaten me to near death, in scrutiny, as if they were searching for something, as if they were trying to remember something.

Did this place make them uncomfortable as it made me? Are their hearts bleeding in guilt for the atrocity that they had committed against me, because their ego had been bruised? I hope so, I hope it bleeds to death.

Beside me was Diana. She was watching them too. They had come, with the other elders of the pack, to wish goodbye to the witches' community this morning.

I could see Naomi's parents-I hadn't taken the time to seek them out at the party that night; seeing my mother had done enough disorganizing problems on me.