Out Of Her Hands {PRIVATE}

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    James' eyes widened at the very obvious gasp from Sandra over the line, "Is there something wrong? Are you alright?" He had no idea why he was so concerned, but he was, "Well you could at least tell your mom to call the school in the morning, it's not like you to just not show up without giving a real reason. You should seriously just tell them that you can't attend; you're gonna get yourself in trouble of you keep this up, Sandy." He sighed with his mouth away from the microphone. He made an awkward expression before he spoke again, "I could come over to your place after school: if it helps any?" James thought himself stupid to hang out with Sandra after school, as it wasn't something they did, but it was worth a shot to ask, right?



    The cat fidgeted at Sandra's gasp, placing a firm gaze on her fearful eyes. [Have I forgotten something? A crucial element I failed to recognise?] The beast realised it had been quite some time since he had seen Sandra, thus he had forgotten it probably wasn't the greatest idea to have chosen the form of this cat in particular.

    The cat he had chosen was none other than the same cat he chose to disguise himself as when Sandra was but 13.

    The same cat this family believed to have ran away when the beast was satisfied, thus along with the cat the beast disappeared.

    He messed up.

    Sandy could only make a noise of agreement. Caught up in her fear at the moment. She'd ask...No, beg her mom to let her stay home. And she would gladly let James come over. The blonde needed any type of company. "I...James, I need to go. I-I'll leave the door open for you. But...Bye!" the girl hung up quickly. It was just her and the cat, now.


    She slowly inched towards her bedroom door. Preparing to run as fast as her legs could take her.

    The cat's gaze followed Sandy's movements. It made a natural sounding trill with it's throat before hopping off the bed and casually following her to the door. [I can smell her fear. Perhaps tonight would not be the best time to attempt to get closer to her.] The cat glanced up at Sandy, giving a light chirpy meow before hopping back onto the bed and making itself comfortable at it's foot. Of course the beast had no need to sleep right now despite it's usually nocturnal sleeping schedule.

    The need to wait had arisen.