Begin Again in a New Pack 2

Chapter 31

                          Devin's POV
I was getting ready for school when I felt something go against my back. I turned around and saw someone with a gun.

"Follow me."

Brenton:Just do it.

I walked to the room he wanted me in and sat down on the bed.

"Block out your mate."

"Uh no."

"Do it!"

"Uh no. She'll get worried. And you shouldn't piss off her family."

"Do it!"

I rolled my eyes.

"Fine."

He made my parents and sister walk into the room I was in. My parents sat on the floor and my sister sat next to me. The three of them are high.

"I want my money."

"You'll get it! Julian said he'd get you it!"

"Well he hasn't!"

My phone started ringing and he left and brought it into the room.

"Who's Gabrielle? Is she your girl? Maybe I could use her to get my money."

"Leave her alone! You don't fuck with her family!"

"Maybe if I use her I won't need your money. I can get someone else's. I could sell her to the highest bidder. I could make her do things for money. Actually...I'll get her here."

He made me unlock my phone.

"Fine! I'll fucking call her!"

               *Phone Call with Gabrielle*

"What's going on?! Why did you block me out?!"

"Do not come to my house. Someone my sister's boyfriend pissed off is here. Stay away!"

"Dev what am I supposed to do?!"

"You'll figure it out."

                   *End of Phone Call*

"That's not what you were supposed to do!"

"I'm not letting you touch her."

Gabrielle's POV
After school I had my mom bring me to Devin's house. Cops were there and I was outside panicking. A window opened and I saw someone climb out of it. I saw that the someone was Devin. The room he climbed out of was on the second floor. The drop wasn't that bad so he just hopped down.

"Dev!"

He ran over to me. I wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine."

"What happened?"

"My sister's boyfriend owes someone money and he's  pissed he hasn't gotten it yet."

"Do you know him?"

"Nope."

"HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET OUT HERE?!"

"FUCKKKK YOUUUU JORDAN!"

"Is that your sister?"

"Yep. That's her."

He talked to the cops and then we sat in my mom's car while we waited for his family to be released. We started holding hands. I put my head on his shoulder.

"I hate this family. I'm working on getting emancipated."

Once his family was released he looked emotionless.  The car door opened and a cop told us to step out of the car.

"How old are you?"

"16."

"Is there anyone we can call to pick you up?"

"Uh no. My aunt and uncle live in Virginia."

"You can stay with us. I'm sure it would be fine."

"And who are you?"

"I'm his mate."

I showed them them black and white butterfly that appeared on my left shoulder.

"Mom? Is it okay if Devin stays with us?"

"Yeah. I'll ask your father."

"If no one can take you then you have to go into foster care."

"WHAT?! Don't get me wrong! I hate this house! Just because they're high doesn't mean they do this all the time! Only my sister does!"

"But they're letting you be around it."

"I'm working on getting emancipated! I have a court date next week!"

"Please tell me dad said he can stay with us."

"He did."

"You're taking him?"

"Yeah."

"Can I go get my things?"

"Go ahead."

We walked into his house then went to his room.

"Why does it smell like a skunk in here?"

"That's coming from my sister's room. When I said "she gets high all the time" I wasn't kidding."

We got into his room and it looks empty. All he has is a bed and clothes.

"Wow. You don't have much."

"I told you. My parents don't care about me. They never have. I was always told I was a mistake and that I'm only here because the condom broke."

"That's not right."

"I hate this family. I really want nothing to do with them. I don't even want to have the same last name as them."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

We started packing his things as we talked.

"There's days where I want to run away. But if I got caught I'd be brought back. There's days where I just want my life to end. There's days where I wish somebody would take me away from everyone."

"Are you depressed?"

"I think. I've told my parents but they don't want to spend money to get me help. It's hard to get out bed sometimes. You're lucky. You have a good relationship with your family. You have a stable household. You have everything I wish I had."

"Well...it's not always stable. My brother and I fight sometimes but aren't siblings supposed to do that?"

"At least yours talks to you."

"We used to have a bad relationship. When he was 12 he started doing drugs and attacking me. We went to a jail program and that seemed to work. Maybe your sister should do that."

"She probably won't."

Box by box we brought his things to my mom's car. He grabbed what he needed out of the bathroom and put that in a box.

"My parents might be able to help you. I mean...you're going through a different situation but maybe they could give you advice."

When we got back to my house we put all of his things in a spare bedroom.

"Hey dad? Can you talk to him? I think he's depressed."

"He is? He doesn't seem like to me."

"You should've seen him today. He's really messed up."

"Okay. I'll talk to him."

"Thank you."