Theirs two foxes

Chapter 3

i open my eyes to my blank ceiling. my head numbly aching. i let out a breath and push myself up. looking down to see the can has fallen to the floor....."trying to leave before i wake i see." i hum looking down to the can who's one silent, and two, not alive. "come here, breakfast." i reach over for it and grab it. opening it and drinking it before i even leave my bed. i take a breath and let it out, enjoying the taste and feeling it gives. it's the one think that doesn't bore me. well....it has benefits, and it isn't just....drink it and done, theirs a whole game to it. 

i get myself out of bed and make my way over to the map, looking to find where i'm supposed to be going next when it hits.....i found him.....now all i have to do is convince a bunch of people to attack a heavily guarded prison to break out my father and not get anything out of it apart from may be a few bruises, cuts and bullet wounds. 

"Hay, old creepy guy i somehow always know is listening!" i call, to which i hear the thud from him dropping down onto the duvet. 

"yes?" he hums.

"so, this place has my father trapped in it, could you possibly join me in raiding this place and getting my father out and possibly a lot of other fox shifters who are trapped here?" i question bluntly. he hums in thought which ticks me off just a bit more then necassery. 

"nope." he hums before snapping his fingers. i raise a brow at him, anger rising slightly at the fact he wont come, even though he's 'Magical.' he can obvoiusly teleport.....so why not teleport us? why not use that power to get my father out? "no, because that'll intefere with a variation of things. but, i know who might be able to help-" he smiles making me raise a brow, "your little br-"

"NO!" I snap before walking out the door and shutting it firmly. 

"turns out, your little brother is luna to two Alpha wolves, powerful ones too." he explains. i stare at the floor for a while, i don't want to rely on my little brother like that. i dont' want to give him that attention. it'll be, well done for saving your father, RADEN. no Derak, or Derak's mental state, Or Deraks life.......poor  little  baby  fox. 

but i know i have to. i know he'd love to hear about this. he'd love to be able to find our father with me and i know his 'mates' will want to make Raden happy and Yes.....Raden happy.....not, Raden and Derak, or Raden and his forgotten brother.....you can tell i'm never gonna drop the fact i was pushed away and forgotten.

"it's been many years for you, Derak.....you might be surprised what you find." he hums. i look to him with glossy eyes. if he knows this much, i think he's aware of the fact i've got a slight fear of going back and it's been haunting me for life. 

"what if they just.....kick me out again?" i ask, feeling my heart beat highten along with my shoulders, they heat up with anxiety, stressing over the fact i'm going to have to go back. 

"they won't, trust me." he smiles, he comes up to me and slowly takes the can out of my hand, "and you won't be needing this." he shakes in front of me before putting it in the bin.....what a waste. "just go, you can always come back here if it doesn't work out. you'll always have here now, this is home, when home isn't as home as you need it to be." he states to me. i let out a breath and drop my head. i'm so taking my liquor with me- "i've locked them all away and burried them." he blurts, "have fun." he walks out. i glare so hard in frustration. 

"i hate people." i grumble and pull down my clean set of clothes.....i'm not coping so good. i start to breath a little heavier at the knowledge i'm going to see my family.....or the rest of it anyway. this is it......ima get my father back and get no credit what so ever....

my hands are shaking so bad right now and i just need something to relieve this stress. but theirs no alcahol and i'd never result to drugs or smoking. i groan and press my face into the duvet. my brain hurting over all of this shit. it's just the.....the knowing....but not knowing....knowing somethings gonna go wrong but not knowing what. i take deep breaths in and out while suffocating against my bed. 

i'll just go to the shop and buy more alcahol....i gulp, this piece of information almost killing my anxiety attack. i take deep breaths, almost excited about the fact that i can buy alcahol to soothe my mental pain. i prefer to be numb. not being numb is just way too hard. 

i push up and grab all of my shit. getting ready to leave. 

i go through the door this time. seeing a range of people i haven't seen before and yet i still don't care. i leave through the door and make my way in the right direction. i find the closest corner shop and rush in, "hi, yeah, bottle of smirnoff." i nod. he grabs it and scans it. 

"twenni pound, plea-" i slam the note down and grab the bottle. i turn and walk out of the door with it. as soon as i'm out i open it and start to drink it streight. i don't drink too much......may be just three gulps before i pull it down and put the lid back on. loving the effect it's already taking. this is better......see.......my anxiety is already going bye bye. i take a breath and let it out before starting my walk to the train station. i get on and get off as soon as i can before getting a bus and making my way to my destination. still drinking my vodka. 

"okay, he said a wolf pack....but....."i look around. confused as to where i'm supposed to be going. i huff and decide to just start walking blindly. drinking as i go. "i've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, dumady doolady, their there all standin in a row-bum-bum-bum, big ones small ones, some as big as you-"

"Oii!" i stumble and turn around, finding myself more drunk then i was supposed to be. 

"h-hayo-i'm luken for ma broder-" i narrow my eyes....what is this accent? Oh well. i shrug, "he's aprenley fucks two alpphhas?" it's getting bad....

"you mean Raden? little fox?" the person asks....i say person because i can't.....i can no longer make out who the fuck this is....or what......

"yeah-yeah-that's...." i feel someone grab my arm when the world spins. 

"woah, you okay, dude?" i hear, but i snarl and push them off. 

"don't fucking touch me." i pull the vodka out of my coat and swig it. 

"jesus, how strong is your liver?!" i roll my eyes at them and continue drinking. 

"Don't give a fuck, now show me where my brother is, it's-" i burp, "it's imprenent." i narrow my eyes, "impretnent-" ...... i shrug again.

"alright, well, you nearly there, you just got wrong pack, the one your looking for is a mile that-"

"STOP!" i hear someone shout when i begin to walk, but then i am tackled to the ground and a guy is hovering over me, panting loudly, "you can't leave-" he says firmly making me growl. i drive my fist into the side of his face, knocking him off of me. 

"Look, askfht-sjsa-Waht?" i question my own english, "you d'n ge' t' tackle m' " i'm questioning it again...."look brain, are you dying or are you stayin alive, make ya mind up." i huff and take another drink of my vodka, "uuuuuuh, it's burning." i groan before turning to the guy and pointing to him, "whch weh' agen?" he goes to say when i gip, i stumble and throw up a lot of wisky. i also throw up a bit of blood which i sigh at. 

"is that blood?" that person that tackled me asks. i look to him and wipe my mouth on my sleve. i flip him off and begin walking in the direction the man is pointing. 

"i've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, didily doodaly, their they all-"

"Don't Leave!" i stop and turn to the guy who tackled me, "You can't leave, please don't leave, your my mate!" he begs, almost panicking, scared. 

i take a breath and hum and think, "No-" i continue humming and walking away, "Oh, look at that, i almost gave a fuck, but then i remembered i'm drunk and....." i laugh, "I don't give a fuck." i drink some more. now feeling a bit delusional. 

i find a building and see a lot of moving blurs. but i go to the door and burst through, "HELLO!" i call and start to ramble some bullshit when i see a very familiar face...."Hay, i know you-" i smile and stumble closer to the gloomy looking Raden. "Regie?" i question, wanting to piss off his ego, "Raden-" i laugh before another lot of shit happens before i find my bottle empty....right before Raden snatches it and wacks it over my head knocking me out.