Escape

Chapter Four

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This chapter is four years on from the last chapter, meaning Holly is 17, her brothers are 22, her parents are some random age, and she's in high school in America. I don't know why she's American when I'm British... so take that as a note that I don't know much about American high school. All that I know is that I think she's in her senior year or something?? Whatever. 

Basically she's met new friends etc and she's kinda forgot about the whole werewolf thing, living a normal life as a beginner/amateur werewolf slayer. 

Picture of Holly, Rosy & Charlotte to the right! Holly is the one in the middle, Rosy to the left and Charlotte to the right :) 

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Four years later

     I woke up to the sound of my alarm blasting in my ear. I grabbed the pillow beside me, pulled it above my head, and inwardly groaned. I could've cried realizing it was Monday. Another week of drama, school, late nights, work, early mornings and school work. And they say school is the best time of your life. Maybe if they moved it so that we started at two in the afternoon and finished at half three, I'd say it might have been the best time of my life. 

     The alarm stopped ringing, and I breathed a sigh of relief. That was only until it started to ring even louder two minutes later. 

     "Turn that damn thing off!" Ron shouted from next door, making me snicker. He didn't have to get up and go to school. He doesn't have to deal with the things I have to deal with. I let the alarm go on for longer, just to annoy Ron. I cringed when I heard him shout, "I swear to God, Holly, I will shove that alarm up your-" Quiet bickering came from the room next to mine, and I knew that Susan had woken up from the way Ron was complaining at how I woke him up every morning. 

     "Holly, please turn your alarm off. Some people are too horrible to ask nicely." I heard Susan say, and I instantly imagined her glaring at Ron. She always stuck up for me whenever Ron got mad. I turned off the alarm without hesitating.

     After I had my little commotion with my parents years back, I decided to come to her house. She was a well known werewolf slayer that I knew, and took me in when I turned up at her house soaking wet from the rain. I told her everything that I'd been told, including how I thought that I would be safe with her. Susan agreed, saying she'd look after me with her life, for my parents sake and for mine. She said she didn't care if I was a werewolf, she'd still treat me as if I was human. And I appreciated that. 

     As I grew older, Susan brought me up as a werewolf slayer, teaching me all of the skills that she knew herself. Once I turned sixteen I was assigned my first job as a slayer, and I loved every bit of it. I captured ten wolves within half an hour, taking them to the WSA in my truck that Susan bought me for my previous birthday. 

     I miss my parents, and haven't had any contact with them since I left. The man that wanted to kidnap me hasn't shown up yet, meaning that running away was a good idea. I imagine that Dylan or Isaac would've contacted me if something had of happened. But they've kept their space and I've kept mine, leading a normal life in the small town of Somerset with my friends and un blood related sort of family.

     Ron didn't take a liking to me when I first moved in. He'd call me names behind Susan's back, and sometimes give me a smack across the head when she wasn't looking. It stopped after a week or so, and he apologized by buying me a cookie from a food stand when we went into town for lunch one day.