Rejected Me, Now Revenge

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Luna Winters walks towards me with a clueless smile plastered on her face. I hide the hammer behind my back.

"Hello -cough- Luna Winters," I say with a smile.

She smiles back. "I'm going to make you my famous medicine."

"Oh no!" I say quickly. "I mean, can we wait a little more?"

"Of course. We have new pack members, would you like to meet the family?"

"Oh no, I'm okay. I'll eventually bump into them." Even though I already know Grayson.

"Well, I'll be in my room. Come in if you need anything."

I nod my head in response. As soon as she turned around, I speed walk back to Melissa's room.

"Luna is back. We need to hurry," I tell Rebecca.

Grayson comes back with the worst smelling shit ever.

"Where shall we put this?" He asks.

Rebecca takes it and puts some into Melissa's hair products. Then she splashes the reddish substance everywhere. When I say everywhere, I mean the ceiling, on top of the ceiling fan, the rug, clothes, walls... EVERYTHING.

I take the hammer and smash Melissa's closet door. Then I make a million holes on her dressing table. I take the hammer and smash this huge ass trophie into small bits.

"Hey, let me try. Work my muscles, put them to the test," Grayson starts flexing.

"You're weird Grayson, but you're the funny weird," Rebecca smiles.

I hand Grayson the hammer. Lets just say, Melissa's room isn't a room anymore.

I hurried in the kitchen and took flour.

"What's the flour for?" Grayson asks when I come back.

"You'll see."

I put all of the flour on the ceiling fan.

"Guys come out the room," I say excitedly.

I turn on the ceiling fan and rush out the room, closing the door behind me.

"Wallah!" I open the door and quickly turn off the fan.

We step back and observe the masterpiece we created. We look at each other and laugh.

"All that red stuff and flour just made the room nastier. I like it," Grayson high fives me.

"One more stop," Rebecca says with a devious smile.

We go into Jazmine's room and we start to her crazy again.

Rebecca takes her clothes and rips them. No clothes now, bitch. I take her red lipstick and write slut on her mirror.

"I have an idea. Lets take her makeup and stain her bed and her light blue carpet," Rebecca smirks.

Grayson comes with his nasty concoction again.

"We are bad," he says.

"We know. Perfect matches, aren't we," I say.

"I think we deserve an award," Rebecca laughs.

"We do," Grayson says while throwing the the nasty red substance. "I don't know these people, but I can tell they're fucking cunts."

"They're big cunts," I say.

"Guys, I guess I have to leave now. My mom just mind linked me and she wants to go shopping, and when I mean "shopping," I mean just sitting and waiting."

Grayson gives us a goodbye  hug then leaves the room.

This, right here, isn't revenge. It's simply a taste of their own medicine.

"We should leave the pack. I'm tired of the bullshit," Rebecca says. "Why should we stay? They don't need us."

"Honestly, I think you're right. I would rather be pack less, than get bullied.

Rebecca and I walk to our separate rooms upstairs.

I pick up a picture of me and my brother sitting on swings eating ice cream. Rebecca is in the background crying, while Drake is pointing at her laughing.

I smile to myself. Looking at the picture brings back many beautiful memories. I decide to write a goodbye note.

I leave everything here except for the money and the most valuable possession, the picture.

Rebecca comes with a teddy bear. A bear that Drake gave her when she was small.

"I really do miss him," she says softly.

"Me too," I whisper.

We walk down the stairs quietly, trying to not make a peep. We walk out the front door closeing it gentley. I taped a note that I made while I was in my room.

Meeting Grayson was a surprise. We'll see each other soon, once we come back.

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"Revenge on all you bitches who treated us like shit. Melissa and Jazmine we left something for you. It's a gift that we "hid."

Mich and Blake, you guys can fuck yourselves. We hope you guys have a wonderful life with your girlfriends.

The rest of the pack can go hump a damn tree and get splinters for all we care. You treated us like dirt.

To those who didn't do anything mean... fuck yourselves, too! You stood there and watched us get beat and bullied.

But... there's one person  we'd like to thank.

•Luna Sophie Winters: at this point we can't explain what you've done for us. We wish we could portray it in actions, but we can't. We promise when you see us again, in this case if, we'll show you. We'll tell you in words. Our lovely mother figure.

P.S. Mich and Blake we wish that we can see the looks on your face, but we'll try to visualize it. Please don't look for us. We both know that everyone will though.
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We started running at a slow pace. Then we started to enhance our speed.

I never felt so free in my life. It feels good to be running free and not worry about my problems.

Running away isn't making everything go away, but feel a lot safer than in that house. My chest aches with pain each time I move further away from Blake. I hope he feels it too, so he can understand the pain I'm going through.

Rebecca and I pass a lake that we used to go to when we were little.

We still haven't passed the pack's border line yet, but we should hurry.

Running as fast as we can, we crossed the pack's border line. We're in another pack's territory. If we don't want to get killed we better rush through fast.

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We stopped to catch a breath and rest for a little. We've been running nonstop for four days.

"Man am I tired," I say to Rebecca trying to catch my breath.

"Yeah, me too. Never again," she puts her hands onto her waist and bends over.

Through all the stuff I've been through, running for four days is one of the worst things that have happenend to me.

Rebecca falls asleep on my lap and I am starting to feel light headed. It's very dangerous to just fall asleep on an unknown pack's territory.

In the distance I can see two people running towards us. As I drift into pure darkness, I am left with a worried mind.

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