Somewhere I Belong: A Short Story

“Great, I’ve just got some Chinese food from the place down the street if you’re interested.”

"It's okay, but you better not wonder off too far!" With that, she walked back into the kitchen and started cooking

He gave a snort of surprise, reached for a piece of fish and moved his fingers back from the hot rock. She repeated the steps of emptying out a wet bowl and scraping the fish loose for him.

“Chicken parmesan.” I replied, placing a pan on the stove. I move to get the spices out of the cabinet above my head and he moves with me. I giggle, then try to push him off. “Liam, I’m trying to cook.”

He had heard the two men, who had killed his brother Callum, had died soon after they had signed on with a fishing boat. The authorities had ruled it an accident, saying they had drowned after they got tangled and pulled down in their fishing nets. Even Kendrick wasn’t sure if their accident was an accident or payback from his brother’s Selkie friends. It was well known that Selkies will avenge their kindred if their wronged or

"Let's eat before the fish is cold. Besides the salmon, I also made baked potatoes, carrots, and peas. I made just plain food except for the soy butter sauce for the grilled salmon. What is that, under your dishcloth that ye brought?" He

“Yes, I can cook, Wulfric, thanks for asking!” she said and poured soup into a large wooden bowl.

He stiffened, “I’d really rather not. Did you not like them?” he wouldn’t look at me. He pushed the bacon around in the skillet.

“That was your brother’s jacket, if I recall.” He then walked over, gently placed it back on the counter, and sat down for dinner.

“I have work tonight. I have bar duty.” He mumbled as he constructed a sandwich in the kitchen.

"You need meat or you'll never last," said Lancelot with a shake of his head. He dug through his bag once again, and this time, he withdrew half of a thick sausage.

This was an odd feeling. It feels good. Sitting around the table with Molly and David, eating our bowls of chili, makes me feel normal. It feels almost as if I wasn’t the son of a killer, the bad seed, or an abomination to this small town. I relish in the warmth of the laughter and sense of belonging. If only it could stay like this. For a short period of time the voices in my head are calm. They aren’t shouting about all of my flaws or telling me to end it. No one knows about the voices that I hear, only them and myself. As I sit in my chair watching I realize how found I have become of the two people sitting before me. Neither of them had any reason to associate with me, why would they? They could have treated me like the voices in my head

“That’s great sweetie! I have to go to work, dinner is in the fridge, ask Ally to heat it up.” she abruptly cut me off.

“You’re right, I’m sure. But the mere thought of them sometimes brings a tear to my eye, and I was ashamed to cry in front of all of you.”

“But, this is your favorite dish and mom intend to cooked it for you” Ploy said