That one kiss was all I got from Mark in the weeks to come. Hugs? All the time. But we mostly talked. I think he knew that I wanted to go slow. Just like I knew he wanted to go fast. But he gave in to me.
We could never see each other on weekends though, because there's not much time and I can't risk being late to my job.
Today was going to be different. It was a holiday. Memorial day. I was going hiking in the woods. I bought a new pair of sneakers to wear, and a map of the hiking trails. Mark is going to come with me. He is bringing all of the snacks. Cause I couldn't afford anything.
"Lets go?" he asks. Of course lets go. I don't even answer, but I jump out of his expensive car and sprint towards the trail.
"Hey!" he shouts "don't abandon me!! I got the snacks."
Oh no he's right. Abort mission!! Abort mission!! Save the guy with the food!! So I slow down and let him catch up to me. He's so slow. (A/N Duh, cause he doesn't want to use his super speedy wolfness!!!)
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after about 30 minutes of walking, we come to a small clearing. I sit down on the dead grass that covers the hills around this time of year, and Mark comes up beside me.
"Beautiful..." I mutter while he grins.
"Not as beautiful as you!" I laugh. "Worst pickup line ever."
"Is not"
"Baby" I roll my eyes. He was acting so childish.
"I'll be right back" I say, and wander into the dead trees, looking around. I wanted to be alone, for a bit. To just think. Think of all of my friends I left. Think of my family leaving me. that I did the same thing. I left them. I have nothing except for a boyfriend. I have no money. I saw people at my orphanage tortured and I myself was a subject of that torture.
"THAT'S NOT PROPER" The lady yells, and a pain surges through my face. I just stare at her with my cold blue eyes. "SHOW ME RESPECT YOUNG LADY" she yelled again, and I braced myself for the second blow.
I can feel myself falling to the ground. I'm too strong to cry, but I let myself anyways.
Then I feel a jabbing pain in my leg.
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Alone (Werewolf Story)
WerewolfAt our orphanage, when you turn 16 you 'graduate.' This pretty much means that the leaders think you can take care of yourself enough to go to school. They provide us with a small apartment and enough money for food and water each month. But other t...
