CHAPTER II: Escaped

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and glared at my reflection in the cracked mirror.

It was their fault.

Everything was their fault.

“I just wanted to lead a carefree life without any rules to obey,” I said to myself and flushed the toilet, washing away any signs that I had just puked up all of my last night’s food and lots of blood. I did not get to eat my breakfast and lunch owing to I woke up very late from training yesterday and did not get to eat seeing to I was late in training earlier. I did not get to eat my lunch also because dad made me double time my training session. I groaned and ran my fingers through my natural ginger hair, debating on what I should do.

I could keep enduring my dad’s constant nagging about me taking over his position as the Alpha or my mom’s constant nagging about me finding my mate, or I could pack my things and proceed to my plan on escaping from this hellhole again.

I had worked so hard to get away yet they found me. I need a better plan so that I can manage to stay undetected from them.

I was free.

Or so I thought.

I was still caught in their net. They still had a hold on me.

I cursed loudly and slammed my hand down onto the sink. “I can’t stay like this forever, I need to to something.” I whispered and turned on my heel and made my way inside my bedroom. I grabbed a bundle of clothes out of the duffle bag that held all of my belongings and dumped them onto my bed. I stripped out of my clothes and grabbed a clean bandage and replaced the bloodstained one that was wrapped around my tigh, the one that my dad cut me with a knife during our training earlier. Once my legs was wrapped up, I pulled my ripped skinny jeans on, a white vest top and my black leather jacket. I stuffed my feet into my combat boots and tied my hair up into a high ponytail and then made my way to the door.

I have suffered enough in this shitty life so there is no turning back now. Besides, the only person that I could rely on was myself.

I glanced behind me and let myself relax a little bit, no one to be corncerned about.

I took a deep breath and tightened my hold on my duffle bag and began making my way towards the woods.

I can’t shift as it would only make my parents alert of my plan. They will get to take a glimpse of my evil plan and that is the last thing I wanted them to know. I can’t let them find me again.

I have never wandered this far into the forested areas previously. The sun is as of now low in the sky yet my feet continue hauling me further as though I was attempting to get away from the devil himself. I cannot appear to stop. There was a chewing need to get away with everything. From home. From life. These woods typically gave me some comfort however not today. Not recently.

The unfavorable cries of the crows resonate through the forest over the sound of the stirring leaves and the squeaking of the tree limbs. It fills in as a notice for me to stop. It was advising me that when the sun dissapers, I would be lost in this woods on the off chance that I didn't turn around now. I would be cold and in isolation.

I let my steps falter, they they come to a complete stop as I take in my dreary surroundings. The fall colors are gone and the leaves are now mostly rotting on the ground. Tall tress are looming all around me. Their bare branches look eerily like dry human skeletons; bone-white limbs and thin, skeletal fingers, reaching out to crush unsuspecting souls within their deadly, bony grip.

It occurred 

to me that something was not adding up. There was a stream that slices through our property that denotes the start of a congested field. Why have I not gone over the stream yet? Most likely I have strolled far enough.

My senses became alarmed and attentiveness abruptly clears over me as I get the sentiment of being watched. The skin over my back and my arms break into goosebumps.

A snap of a twig takes me leap. "Who's there?"

Another snap and I turned around.

"Hello?"

There are more sounds of snapping twigs before a figure steps out in front of me from behind the trees.

I sighed in relief when I saw that it was only a deer and turned back around only to see the stream that I missed to noticed. I sat down next to the dreary serene lake, shaded by the canopy of trees above me, and pull my boots off, chucking them to the side.

I dip my feet into the water and breathe a sigh of relief.

My feet are killing me. Running drills is always excruciating, however it has unquestionably toughened me up, yet some of the time I feel like there was more to explore throughout everyday life on the off chance that I was not simply centered around my trainings. 

Dad raised me thinking that it is my duty to train as I am most likely to take over his position sooner. At the age of five he started making me run three miles a day and when I turned at ten and first shifted into my wolf, he made me train harder. He thought me how to fight back a wolf that was ten times bigger than me but now, I am getting tired on how my dad manipulated me to become a better Alpha. I am getting tired on how he treated me just like a sack of punching bags to throw a punch and order around. He never treated me right, he just traited me just like a comrade.

I wish things were different from what was happening right now.