We decided we needed to leave. The town wasn't where we needed to be at the moment. I kept the handle hidden from everyone, Addy saw and gave me a glare every time she was near me. It hurt but I knew what I was doing was needed. I drove back to the house with granny. My hands felt clammy and my grip on the steering wheel was loose and slippery. "Are you sure you're feeling okay?" Granny placed a calm hand on my arm, I kept my attention on the road. "I feel a lot better, promise." I said and smiled weakly. To be honest, my body felt weak and tired. I couldn't even look at food without gagging and feeling sick to my stomach. "You look green Jacob." Granny reached over and tenderly touched my cheek, her had was cool and felt nice. She retracted her had. "My goodness you're burning up!" I clenched my jaw. "It's just a slight fever probably. It'll be gone soon." I said. My reassuring words weren't entirely ment to help calm granny. They were more for me in a failed attempt to calm my nerves. We drove in front of the two cars. Dad, mom, and Addy were in the car behind us. The General said he was going to stay with the people back at the town. "Don't get into more trouble kid." He said to me in his cold tone. "I'll find out if you do." I shivered from a sudden breeze. We made it back to granny's house by dark. I parked the car in the driveway and got out. Wiping my hands on my pant legs to try and get rid of the sweat. Addy walked by me shooting a glare as she approached the house. "What happened between you two?" Granny asked me. "Just a little argument, nothing more." My voice wavered but I don't think granny noticed. We entered the house, the silence was suffocating. "That things still in the room?" I asked no one in particular. "Can't leave. Probably need to kill it at some point." My father said while walking to the bottom of the steps. "Good luck with that." Granny scoffed. "There's too many people living here now. Even if you kill it someone's gonna find the body before it melts." I looked back towards granny. "Why not kill it in the room?" I asked. "Too much noise, plus it just isn't a fair fight." I gave dad a confused look. "Why care about a fair fight, just kill it and get it over with." Everyone looked at me with wide eyes. "Are you feeling okay Jacob?" Mom placed her hand on my cheek, I stepped away from her touch. "I'm fine! Will everyone please stop asking me!" I exclaimed. Without waiting for a response I stormed off up the stairs and into the spare bedroom. I felt angry, why was everyone so cautious around me? I'm not dangerous. But the thought froze for a moment, could I be dangerous? I quickly shook the thought away, I wasn't dangerous. I knew this and so should others. I could hear them talking downstairs, probably trying to figure out what caused my outburst. Then a chill ran down my back, what if Addy spilled? What if she took my anger as a sign of me loosing control? I could hear someone coming up the stairs and approach my room. I began sweating bullets. The door opened, I laid on the bed frozen. Taking short breaths that made my lungs ache and kept my eyes shut. "I know you're not asleep." Addy said. I opened my eyes and lifted myself from the bed. "Mind giving me an explanation?" I scratched the back of my neck. "What's there to explain? I'm just not used to people asking if I'm okay all the time." Addy studied my eyes, looking for a hint of something other than the truth. But what I said was true, at least for the most part. I wasn't used to people asking if I was okay, but I knew deep down it wasn't why I had the outburst. "You're not telling the full truth Jacob." Addy said with a low voice, her eyes became softer. "Why are you hiding that handle from them? They can help you." I stuffed my hands into my jean pockets. "I need to do this on my own." I responded, turning my gaze to the floor. "Do what on your own?" Addy stepped forward a little. After a moment of silence I responded. "I don't know." Addy sighed, she turned and walked towards the door. She rested her hand on the doorknob then turned to me, a sad and disappointing look shined gloomy in her eyes. "Don't be stupid, if it becomes to dangerous or difficult you have to tell them. Or I will." With that she left, closing the door slowly behind her. I sat down on the edge of the bed, guilt felt heavy on my shoulders. I looked around the bedroom, the last time I had seen it was when my life was normal. Now nothing felt right, I laid down on the bed and starred at the ceiling. I didn't feel tired, so all I could do was stare and wait until everyone else went to sleep.