Escape

Chapter Nine

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Half an hour later and I was utterly buzzed to the point where I had a red cup in my right hand, and my other hand thrown up in the air, singing my lungs out to whatever song was playing. I'd always been warned never to drink alcohol, because it's a depressant and not worth it. Whoever told me that was a total liar, and I was never going to speak to them ever again.

     "Holly!" Isaac shouted from beside me. He also had a cup in his hand, and his other thrown up in the air. Sarah had disappeared around twenty minutes ago, complaining about how cramped it is and how hungry she felt. Isaac's hair was a little messy, and his head was covered in sweat. Well, we were in the middle of a bunch of drunk teenagers.

     "Yeah?" I shouted back, pouting a little when the song ended and a new one came on.

     "This is one of my favourite songs! Dance with me!"

     I immediately recognized the song as Room 94's Tonight, and nodded vigorously.

     Isaac counted us in as the music started, and everyone in the room practically screamed, "OOO WOAH!"

     I began swaying my hips to the music, singing along to every verse, and let my body relax. This was great. I didn't care that I didn't know what time it was. I didn't care that some boy had joined me on the dance floor, twisting me around and shouting the lyrics in my face. I didn't care about the people that were after me. I just didn't care.

     Who needs mates? Who needs parents? Who needs anything when you have the company of hyped, sweaty teens, alcohol, and your brother?

     A tap on my shoulder brought me out of my little bubble, and I turned around to see that Dylan had came back from the kitchen, three cups in his hands.

     "I brought top ups!" He shouted, making Isaac and I laugh as we pried the drinks off him.

     "Great!" I shouted back before linking arms with Dylan and downing my drink.

     "You know what?" Dylan rested his hand on his chin as if we were having a civilised conversation at home. "You look a lot like Simon Cowell."

     "Keep drinking, Dylan." I tipped the drink he held at his mouth and he laughed, taking another sip before joining us for more dancing.

By the time the alcohol had actually reached my gut, and my ears were ringing, it was about two in the morning. Sarah had to drag Isaac to bed, telling him that they had to go shopping tomorrow or something. And Dylan, Dylan had seduced Anna into going to bed to, 'cu-noodle'.

     So here I was, dancing by myself, surrounded by a bunch of short-skirt-wearing girls that looked about fifteen. The dance floor had pretty much cleared out half an hour ago, due to the fact that the majority of pack members had school tomorrow.

     I wonder if that girl did find her mate.

     My thought was cut off as my bladder set off a trigger warning, signalling that I needed to use the bathroom. I wound my way out of the main room, and tried to locate one of the bathrooms.

     Suddenly, my stomach churned, and the room began to spin. I clutched onto the doorframe for support, bending over so my head was facing my knees.

     "Oh God, I think I'm gonna throw up." I spoke to no one but myself, sick rising in my throat.

     What did mom say to do when you fell faint? Oh, yeah, take deep breaths and put your head in between your legs.

     Inhaling and exhaling a few times made me feel better. I looked up and glanced around, noticing that I was on the floor, that jolt of happiness gone, soberness taking over. Turns out I'd made it to a bedroom corridor, and I was far off making it to a bathroom. I hadn't drank that much; about two half filled cups of whatever Dylan had given me. It wasn't enough to send me totally smashed.

     I was about to stand up, but my brain instantly told me that it was a bad idea to move, so I stayed still. Admiring the shaggy carpet that covered the floor, I frowned. Why would they have carpet if a bunch of wolves live here? Stupid werewolves.

     "Hey, are you ok-"

     "I said I wanted shrimp!" I shouted back to the person, my head turned away from them. I plucked at the carpet, thinking how stupid I was for saying that.

     "Are you okay?" The person repeated, and I twisted my head to look up at the guy.

     "I'm fine." I said back, trying to make myself look professional. However, sitting on the floor wasn't necessarily working right now.

     "Oh, it's you." He spat, looking down at me with disgust, mischievous hidden behind his eyes.

     "Excuse me?" I said back, aghast. What is his problem?  

     "He told me you were pretty. I didn't imagine you this pretty, though." He smiled down at me creepily, raising his left eyebrow.

     "Leave me alone, pervert." I said, standing up without toppling over. I had to show him I was strong and not vulnerable.

     He grabbed a hold of my bicep and squeezed aggressively, causing me to wince. "Do not play games with me, little girl."

     "What do you want with me?" I spluttered. "You're hurting me."

     He grabbed the back of my head and yanked it back, slowly leaning into me until our noses were touching. It would be great if someone could stumble out of bed right now.

     "You shouldn't be spending your last days drinking alcohol, sweetie. Not when he's coming. You should be training at least. Even though you won't have a chance against him."

     My eyes widened, and I muffled a cry. He was close to breaking my arm.  

     "How do you know? Who are you?" I asked, a tear slipping down my cheek. I wish I could brush it away. I wish I could hide my emotions.

     "You," he spat again. "Don't need to know who I am. And as for your other question, I keep in close contact with him. Actually, I was sent here to warn you."

     "Warn me about what?" I asked helplessly. His hold on my right arm lowered to my wrist.

     "He'll be here earlier than you think." He pulled on my wrist, twisting it the full way around; breaking it.

     And with that, he left me alone in the corridor.

     With that, I was left holding my broken wrist, sobbing loudly as his words echoed through my head.

     'He'll be here earlier than you think.'