Once a Rogue (UNDER CONSTRUCTION, DO NOT READ)

Chapter One

C h a p t e r  O n e 

You know those days, when deep in the pit of your stomach you know you are forgetting that this day is a really important day, but know matter how hard you try you just can't seem to remember what the certain day was?

Well yesterday I had that same feeling, and now a day later, I finally remembered. Yesterday was the one year anniversary of my running away. The day that I packed a bag of belongings and left without so much as a glance over my shoulder.

And today, the day I finally remembered that I missed something so important, I feel like I should be treating myself with something. Like a party? With myself... Alone. Or maybe I should just go and have a coffee. I don't know if a year away from the stuff would magically change my taste buds into some coffee loving monsters, but I guess its worth a try? 

A year on the run. For some reason I just can't seem to comprehend those words. And still, to this day, I am not sure if running away was such a good idea or not.

My nose suddenly picked up a strange scent, Casually looking around, I sniffed the air trying to track down what the strange smell was. Looking around I noticed I had entered another territory, how I managed to do so without getting caught by patrol was behind me. 

This territory seemed to have a different smell then most do. It was beautifully sweet and my wolf seemed to be wanting to search for something. Something that she refused to tell me.

The street I was currently on seemed to be abandoned of people. There was two cars that I could see. A rusty blue beetle next to what seemed to be a news agent and a sleek black Honda next to what I was guessing was a coffee shop on the corner.

My next action was careless and stupid. I walked towards the corner and was finally close enough to be able to read the sign that written in big bold letters were 'Mrs. Myrtles Coffee and Cakes' Shrugging, I entered, my presence being announced to the three people in with a loud 'ding'.

The three people inside the shop consisted of an elderly man sitting with the paper and a bring red coffee mug In his hand, A lady who would probably be in her early twenties who wore a black apron with red hearts covering it, and had Matching Black hair with red streaks through it. And finally, a boy who was no older then three seated at a a booth, his legs swinging as the blue pencil he held moved swiftly across the white page. 

All of them, excluding the little boy, were staring right at me. Feeling shy about my appearance that consisted of a pair of grey sweats that had a few grass stains, my black hoody that was slightly too big and a pair of old white converse that you could hardly tell were meant to be white from all of the rips and wear I had in them.

Slowly and cautiously I walked up to the counter and took a seat next to the elderly man who seemed to be judging me. 

A familiar sent of perfume came to my nose, But i couldn't quite remember where about I had smelt it before

"How can I help you?" The girl asked and now that I was closer to her I could read her name tag that read 'Emily' on it. 

"Could I please have a coffee, to go thank you?" She seemed to be surprised, and I think it may have been from the facts that I had actually used manners.

"Sure thing, coming right up." I sent her a small smile and decided to move away from the man next to me that now seemed to be glaring at me. So standing up, I decided to go and wait in one of the booths.

For some reason, the moment I sat down the smell of the beautiful rose perfume came back and thoughts of my Mum came to mind. And that's when I realized that it was the same or a very similar perfume to what my Mum use to wear. Last time I had seen my Mum and my brother for the matter was when she picked me up from school to take me for ice cream for two hours before dropping me back of at school once again. The moment I came home from school, Mums and Jordan's stuff was all missing.

My mum use to be a rogue. Before she had met my Dad. She was one of the most beautiful-est people I had ever seen. I remember her brown hair that reached just bellow her breasts and her outstanding blue eyes. She was the one that taught me how to control the beast inside me, but the day she left was when all that control left me. It didn't help that I was forced to watch my Dad go through everyday with a fake smile on his face.

A tug on my jumper sleeve, brought me back to reality. looking to my side I saw the little boy who was colouring before,  holding a black to-go cup in his hands. 

"Hey, My names Marcus. I'm five. I brought you your coffee. My aunt said it was on the house. Whatever that means." Marcus smile a cheeky little smile that showed his dimples on his rosy cheeks. He was so adorable and he just let of a vibe that made you want to hug him to death.

"Thanks Marcus." 

Looking down to my coffee, I bit my lip to see if I was going to actually drink it.

"No Worries Charlotte-May?" I froze my cup mid way to my mouth. Looking back at Marcus with confusion as how he knew my name. 

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. But I did drew you this picture. I drew it all by myself." He said handing me a folded piece of paper before turning around to Emily who stood back at the counter as she gave him a look. "Sorry but I have to go, Oh and i got you this straw." He finished before handing me the black piece of plastic, waving and walking back to his coloured pencils. 

How this kid new my name, and new that I liked to drink drinks, especially warm drinks, with a straw, was currently beyond me. So in a daze I got up, the piece of paper in my back pocket and coffee in hand, I walked out of the cafe and started down the street. Sipping the coffee that wasn't actually to bad while I did so

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I had only been walking for probably about four minutes when I noticed a navy blue car behind me. The windows where tinted so that all I could see was three figure sitting inside.

Fastening my pace, I finished the cup of coffee and dropping It in the green bin ahead of me and fixing my backpack that sat on my shoulders.

Seeing an alley way that seemed to be to clean to even be considered one, I turned a walked into it, turning back to see the car that had been following me, drive right past. Turning around  I walked another twenty or so metres before hitting a hard chest and before I looked up, I smelt exactly what I was dreading.

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