Theirs two foxes

Chapter 8

Okay, i've spent about three weeks here dealing with all of this drama and stress without one fucking drop of alcohol. i'm LEAVING. 

it's three o'clock in the morning and i am currently climbing out of the window. theirs a balcony outside of my room, but it's locked. WHO LOCKS BALCONYS?!!! i jump on the ledge and look for something to help me get down..........never mind, theirs a tree thats hella too far away for me......i could climb to Raden's balcony tho. 

i take a breath, encouraging myself to jump over this drop. i take the leap and almost slip. but, i'm happy to say, i don't actually slip and fall to my death. 

i peek through the window of Radens room, seeing it empty, apart from the two, very large Alpha's who are currently cuddling up together, closer then you'd thi-Oh god, one of them just kissed the others cheek............right, escaping. i take a breath and let it out before turning to the tree and leaping for it. i grab a branch before hugging it and pushing off to another branch. this goes on until i reach the floor. from here i shift into my fox and begin a long run back to my apartment. 

i reach the big ass building and jump through the window. seeing my room exactly how i left it which is somewhat a satisfying feeling. i look up at the wall which holds a large map, covered in pen. mostly red. but now theirs green too. and i'm proud of that green circle. i just really wish i was the one who drew it. 

i walk over to the cupboards and open it. pulling out a bottle of alcohol and pooring some into a glass, refusing to think about it. i sit on the bed, preparing to drink it but my chest tightens when i end up thinking about drinking this alcohol. it really isn't good for me. and i say i miss it, but i feel pretty good about myself now i've gone about a month without it. against my will....but i still did it. 

i place the glass on the bedside table, still full before laying down, curling up with my duvet. i then relax, despite the awful feeling i'm getting over leaving Alcohol just there. but enjoying the familiar setting. yeah, that Luke guys arms are something to be adicted off of, but.....my bed. 

i wake up feeling watched, the precense in the room a fairly big one. turning around i find the reason, "why aren't you with your family?" he asks curiously. i sigh and push myself up. i rest my back against the windowsill and look to the glass that has been left there overnight. 

"because they were annoying me with food, i wanted a drink." i shrug. 

"and did you have a drink?" he asks, nodding to the full glass. so i shake my head.

"no, i was about to, then i didn't really want to." i mumble, yawning and rubing my eyes. 

"and why not?" he asks making me shrug. 

"i made promises to people. my dad, my little brother. i also feel good about not having a drink in quite a long time for me, this is the first time waking up in this bed without a hang over." i smile to myself, it's true, it's the first time this bed hasn't seen me pissed or hungover. 

"and why are you waking up in this bed?" he asks me. i look up to him, not feeling too angry right now either. i feel relaxed. kinda lonely. but i also don't feel reluctant to answer his questions which is a good thing.  

"i don't know-" i look to the floor, "i dedicated my life to looking for my father, now i've found him....i kinda feel out of place, like i don't have a purpose." i sum up. feeling my body slowly wake up. 

"but you do have a purpose." he says to me. he pulls out a chair and sits on it.....where did the chair come from? 

i sigh and look to my hands, "what purpose is that?" i ask him. not seeing any point to this what so ever.