Free The Wanderers Beginning: The Wanderers, Reborn, & Unforgiven by Jessica Miller

Jake was found unharmed and thought it best to call it a night. Josie and Jake stayed in my room. We decided sleeping outside was no longer a good idea.
                  When we got back to the house we gave Jake a clean pair of pajamas and put him to bed. “Jake, what were you doing in the woods?” Josie asked him.
                  “I heard something and I thought I’d prove how brave I was and check it out. I followed the noise too far and got lost. Then I saw it and got scared and tried to hide.”
                  “Saw what, Jake?”
                  “The man…the man with the glowing eyes.” Josie looked at me, I shrugged.
                  “What man Jake?”
                  “His eyes glowed yellow…they scared me JoJo.” JoJo was his nickname for Josie.
                  “It’s okay Jake. There’s no reason to be scared anymore.” She gave Jake a giant hug and tucked him in. “And were going to keep this between us right? No need to tell mom and dad about your little venture in the woods, okay? It will be our little secret?”
                  Jake nodded and closed his eyes. Josie and I left the bedroom and headed downstairs to watch some TV before we fell asleep. I thought about what Jake had said, ‘the man with the glowing eyes’ . Maybe I wasn’t crazy, but then again, this was a six year old and fear can make your mind play tricks on you. I brushed off the thought, thinking maybe he overheard Dean’s lame story. It must be nothing more than coincidence.
                  Sometime in the middle of the night Josie had gone upstairs and crawled into bed with Jake. I stayed on the couch. When I woke up in the morning I went upstairs to my room to change. Then I remembered the story Dean said about our uncle Bobby. Curious, I thought I’d ask my dad about it. So instead of going to my room I went straight to the den knowing my dad would already be up working. “Good morning dad.”
                  “Good morning sweetheart. How’s Jake doing?”
                  “He seems fine.”
                  “That’s good. Gave us quite a scare, that little one.”
                  “No kidding,” I said more to myself. “Hey dad, can I ask you something?”
                  “Sure sweetie, anything.”
                  “Who’s Uncle Bobby?”
                  My father looked taken back a second. “Just…an old family friend,” he said awkwardly.
                  “Yeah that’s what Dean said. How come I never heard of him?”
                  “We don’t talk much.” I could tell my dad was hiding something and that this was a subject he did not want to discuss. “Anything else?"
                  “No,” I lied. I had a million more questions, but wasn’t sure my dad was willing to answer them.
                  “Can you do me a favor and tell Dean I’d like to speak with him please.” His voice was restrained and calculating.
                  “No problem.”
                  Crap.
                  I had a feeling I just got Dean in trouble, but for what I didn’t know. Regardless, I would deal with the wrath of Dean for opening my mouth later. “Hey, dad wants to talk to you,” I told Dean and headed to my room, well pretended to. I was curious and wanted to know why my dad seemed upset.
                  After Dean stepped into the den, I tiptoed down the hall. “Close the door Dean.” I heard my father say. I pressed my ear to the door so I could hear them better. “What exactly did you tell Ella about Uncle Bobby?”
                  “Nothing.”
                  “Don’t lie to me!” my Dad yelled.
                  “I didn’t really tell her anything. I just