The girl who cried Wolf

Chapter 3

I was in the parking lot examining the large dent in the hood of my car, my mouth was agape and I was utterly lost as to what had happened. Was I drugged? Once again I felt the sudden urge to cry in frustration. I yanked open the car door and slammed it angrily. Today was not my day it was what? 7.00am, I couldn't remember yesterday, my car has a massive dent in it, I have obviously been beaten up or something and I'm late. I banged my head against the steering wheel before driving out of the parking lot and towards the coffee hut. I was late, oh well might as well be even more late. Might even get breakfast. I jumped out of my car, I had actually managed to get a parking spot right outside. I went inside and felt a major case of de ja vu. When I went in a tall, slim man was standing in front of me wearing a long old fashioned trench coat. I stood there, waiting patiently, while I was waiting I felt as if I was being watched and turned, in one of the corner booths was a man.

He had black hair and bright blue eyes that captivated all of my attention and I felt the sudden urge to just run and get in my car, drive and never look back. Instead I turned to freaky Edward and ordered my usual however when he handed my drink back he grabbed hold of my wrist and I looked up at him, worried. What was he doing? He turned my hand and gently ran his fingers over the burn and I flinched. What the hell? I tried to let go but his eyes flashed red. "I'm sorry Charley but you need to leave town and run." He told me before turning and going. Some freaky stuff was going down right now and I turned walking off in hopes of having a normal day.

I was in my art class just sitting in the back drawing mindless things, letting the penicl be my guide. So far I had drew a jet black  wolf, a forest and I was in the process of drawing yellow eyes but a thought stopped me. All of a sudden snippets of last night came back in a rush, the wolf and my car, the creature, the man in the trench coat and the blue eyed monster. I felt light headed and slowly began to pack away in hopes of getting a breath of fresh air. I packed everything away and left silently. I was in the hallway of college and I felt panicked, I began to think about everything that has happened within last 24 hours, including my strange dream. They are coming for me and I felt as if I was just dropped in a swimming pool of freezing cold water and I was drowning.  I needed to get out and I needed to let off some steam.  There was only one way and that was boxing. 

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I came out after dark. Stupid. I was literally asking myself to get beat up, I left the gym and surprisingly the streets were full of people, yet they wasn't human. I could feel it as I stood outside and the cold air began to prickle my sweaty skin. I rushed as quickly as I could to my car, literally jumping into my car, my gym bag already thrown to the passenger side. I sat there for what felt like hours when someone knocked on my passenger window, I pressed the locks and looked at whoever it was. Blue eyes. Black hair. Nope, not today pal. I pressed my foot down and I was off, I sped through the deserted streets going home. To an empty home. I avoided the coffee hut at all costs. 

I pulled up at my apartment complex, jumping out and racing into the building so quickly, I almost forgot to lock my car. Almost. After locking it I broke out into a run and was inside the building. I searched the lobby in hopes of talking to Jack but it was a Wednesday, his day off and no doubt he was spending it with his wife. I shook my head, panic gripping me and I ran to the elevator, I was waiting impatiently for it, tapping my foot urgently. When it arrived I released the breath I had been holding and practically threw myself into it. I pressed number three numerous times. When I arrived on my floor I was out the elevator before the doors had even opened properly. I threw open the front door before turning around slamming it shut, locking the door, sliding both the dead bolt and the chain into place. I closed the peephole as that would drive me crazy.