"Why?" I said silently, yet it echoed through the now vacant kitchen.
My mom inhaled a sharp breath, "Look, I don't expect you to understand. Just to obey."
"How do you expect me to pack up and move again? This is the first time I don't feel like the new kid anymore!"
"I'm sorry but that's final. I want you in the car in 20 minutes; Grab anything you need. We will not be returning."
"That's it?" I say, flinging my arms up in disbelief.
"Yes."
"I hate this!" I ran up the stairs and began shoving things in the bag my mom had thrown on my now naked bed.
I followed the same routine I seemed to follow every year. But instead of spilling in a puddle of cuss words, it was tears.
This was the first time I felt normal, I felt like this was me. Ans just the thought of leaving made me nostalgic. Sure I was used to this, ever since I was 3 all I had known was the road. That didn't change the fact that I was unhappy.
What was I supposed to tell Rose?
How do I explain to my best friend that I was running away with my mother?
I zipped up my bag and stumbled down the stairs. I didn't bother to take a last look at our house before shutting the door. Mom pushed on the gas and we were off to god knows where.
YOU ARE READING
I'm not yours Mr. Alpha
WerewolfNo one ever told me I was running away, I felt it. They were crazy how did they think he could be outsmarted? He'd kill without flinching, so why didn't he kill me?
