Escape

Chapter Eleven

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"Morning." Both Dylan and Isaac walked into my room, closing the door behind them quietly. For the past hour I'd decided to stay in bed - not feeling one hundred percent.

     "Good morning." I replied. "How are you guys this morning?"

     "A little hungover." Dylan admitted, rubbing his eyes. Small bags had formed under them, and I noticed how he hadn't had much sleep.

     "A little?" Isaac barked, causing me to bite my lip so I wouldn't laugh at him. 

     "I wasn't that bad, was I?" He asked, now scratching the back of his neck.

     "Dude, you should've saw your dancing." I laughed. 

     "And your way of flirting with Anna - priceless." Isaac smirked at me.

     "Oh..."

     "If that's what you do to turn her on, you need therapy."

     "To be honest, though, Isaac, you did fall asleep standing up."

     "Well you-" 

     "I what?" My smirk widened as my eyes began to glisten with amusement.

     "You were drunk too!" He came up with.

     "All fair due, brother." Dylan said, winking at me. "This was Holly's first time."

     I smiled at him; happy that he'd stuck up for me.

     "So? She was acting crazy!"

     "You can talk." I replied, folding my arms. "In other news, what are you's doing here?"

     "The Alpha sent us to talk to you." Dylan said. 

     "Oh, okay." I sat up to make room for them on my bed. 

     "Hold on." Isaac said, joining me on my bed. He leant over and felt my forehead, "You have a temperature. What's up?"

     Do I still have sick on my shirt? I checked it just in case, to find that it was clear of any throw up.

     "Nothing!" I lied. "I'm fine."

     "We know when you lie, Hol." Dylan snickered from the bottom of the bed.

     "Why are you so pale?" Isaac questioned. 

      "I am?" I feigned dumb.

      "You look like you're gonna puke."

      "That's great for my self-esteem, Dylan." I hissed, narrowing my eyes at him. 

      "Come on, tell us what's wrong." Isaac nudged me, smiling a little. 

      "OK. I threw up this morning. I don't know why, though." I added on the end. 

      Dylan coughed, "Lie."

      "I'm not lying! I was sick!"

      "Yeah, but you know why. Just tell us what's wrong?"

      "You guys are gonna freak out, though."

      "Oh my God - she's pregnant!" Isaac shouted, getting up from my bed and pacing the room. He wrapped his hands around the back of his head. 

      "I'm not pregnant." I sighed.

      "Thank the Lord!" He flew himself back onto my bed, breathing heavily.
 
     "Then what is it?" Dylan asked. 

     I took a deep breath, nervously twiddling my thumbs before whispering, "It's my birthday." 

     "Oh crap." Isaac muttered. 

     "Your birthday is today?"

     "...Yeah..." 

     "That means you're shifting today."

     "But you can't, the fight is today." Isaac softly said. It took me a few minutes to register what he'd just said. 

     "What?" I roared. "You said it wasn't until Friday! We don't have enough time now!"

     "That's what the Alpha told us to come and tell you, Holly." Dylan snapped.

     "I wanna talk to this, 'Alpha'." I said, quoting, throwing the covers off me and standing up. Both Isaac and Dylan rushed to the door, blocking me from getting out.

     "Guys, what's going on?" I questioned. 

     "You... don't wanna know." Isaac tried.

     "Nuh uh. I want to know." I stated, pointing my finger at him.

     "The last time you said that you ran away." Dylan added. 

      I glared at him before looking back up at Isaac, "Tell me." 

      "Seriously Holly, he is someone you don't want to meet." he said. 

      "He's my Alpha, now let me talk to him and sort this out." I said sternly. 

     "We can do it for you. Look, you're sick and you need to relax." Isaac smiled lightly before turning around and leaving the room. 

     "Dylan?" I asked, suddenly tired of all of this. 

      "Yes?" He cooed playfully.

     "Who is the Alpha?"

      "What Alpha?" He gasped. 

       "Our freaking Alpha!" I shouted, storming up to him and shoving him as hard as I could. Dylan fell to the floor with a loud thud. "See? It wasn't that hard, was it?"

      I snickered, looking down at him before leaving the room and heading downstairs.

      "Isaac?" I called profusely. Eventually, I found him in the study. I peered my head in, only able to see Isaac. He was talking to someone else in the room - but I couldn't see them. 

      Fixing my pyjama shirt and pulling my wedgie out of my shorts, I walked in confidently. 

      Only two seconds later was it shattered as the one word I never thought I was going to ever say again slipped out of my mouth. 

      "Dad?"