6. The Bus Station

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Destined to Die

Chapter 6: The Bus Station

I’ve never been this far on the edge before. My heart rate has never been so high before. The sooner I could get out of here the better.

I sighed in disappointment when I realized the clock was busted. “Shit.” I murmured under my breath, I needed to find the time.

I needed to leave this hellhole, when I still could. I speed to the guy at the counter.

“Excus-” I was taken back when I didn’t see the same friendly old man at the counter. This guy was glued to whatever was on he’s phone. “What happened to the other guy?”

“He left.” He growled back, still not letting he’s eyes leave the phone.

“Someone didn’t get their nap...” I mumbled under my voice. “Okay, what time is it?”

The guy sighed, like just checking the time was the toughest thing in the world. “It’s 12:23.” He finally looked up, with a foul expression. 

This guy was a bit more tanned than the normal man. He had a devilishly handsome face. “Thanks.” I said with a bitter tone. I still had time.

I sighed with frustration, and made my way back to being invisible.

I let out a sigh of relieve when I saw Sammy speeding to me. I kept my eyes on the speeding red head heading my direction.

I heart speed up when I realized how fast she was going. And my heart broke out into a reckless song when I spotted her face. Something was wrong.

I almost felt shocked when a felt her warm embrace. “Stay as small as possible.”

“What’s wrong?” I felt my whole body tremble in fear of what her answer was going to be.

I could feel Sammy’s arms tighten around me. “Stop shaking.” She tsked into my ear.

“Tell me.”

“The pack knows.” I muffled a gasp of horror. How the hell did they find out? “They’re out looking for you.”

“How….how did they find out.”

“They put two and two together. They knew you were depressed, and when you didn’t go home they came to the conclusion that you were trying to run away.” Her voice rushed out of her mouth. “They’re looking around all the bus stations.”

“What are we going to do?” My voice came out raspy and hushed. I wanted to rush out of here, but my body was paralyzed with fear.

I barely could live with myself now, how the hell would I live if I was caught and forced to stay here. How was I supposed to live seeing him every day? Knowing I wasn’t good enough for him.

The pack already thought I was weak. How the hell was I supposed to go on with everyone thinking I wasn’t even strong enough to even run away?

I stared at Sammy with a terrified expression. “What are we going to do?” I echoed my own question.

I started to panic when her face came out blank. She was just as scared as I was. “I don’t know…”

I took a deep breath in hopes it would relax me. Which failed miserable. “Okay…okay, let’s see…You’re going to go home-”

“I  am  not  leaving  you.” Sammy replied with a sudden brutality.

“I’m not asking you to. You need to go home, and explain that I’m just heartbroken about not going to Spain.” My speech broke into gasps of panics. “Tell them I’m out crying my eyes out, with a bottle of gin. And tell them that I’m not running away.”

“What will you do?”

“I’m leaving. You meet me in a few days. Make this whole bullshit story that you’re looking for me, and then we’ll meet up and leave.”

She stared at me with hesitant eyes, but she nodded. “Fine.” I pushed her off of me, and shoved her into the direction of the door.

“Go, now.” She nodded and bolted for the doors.

I must have looked like a mad man, quivering like a crack addict.

I rushed over to the counter, in hopes of getting my ticket moved up. The guy at the counter was still attached to he’s phone. “Can I have my ticket moved up?”

“Yeah sure, what’s your name?” The other guy never asked for my name...

“Meredith Hudson.” Suddenly all the color rushed out of he’s face. He’s reacted to my name like I just told him I killed he’s family.

Did the other guy fill him in on the joke about me being a convict? Did he actually think I was a runaway druggy? I sure looked the part.

“Y-Yeah, you can sit down…It’ll take a while to find a bus with space…” What was wrong with him? Did my name have some witchcraft magic associated to it? People just keep on freaking out when I tell them my name.

I sat down keeping my eyes on him, why was he making a call? Was it really too hard to change a ticket? “Ticket?” I howled from across the room.

“Coming right up…” He sheepishly yelled back. Okay, something was definitely wrong.

I could hear the whispers of the guy. He was talking to someone on he’s prized phone. Why the hell did he call someone when he’s supposed to be changing my ticket?

I cursed under my breath. Knowing that I couldn’t hear them. I hated my stupid genetics, why the hell didn’t I get the shifter gene? Both my parents were wolves.

I hated not being able to do anything. Waiting was the worst part of it all. I knew something was going to happen; the guy at the counter was up to something.

Shit couldn’t get worst.

“Meredith?” I my heart stood still when I heard that voice. Why was he here?

I bundled up and wrapped my hands around my knees, and hoped that my invisibleness wouldn’t fail me now.

I heard he’s bickering from here. Why the hell was he here? Who told him I was here? Why did he even want me here?

He needed to leave now. Or I could make a run for a door. Either way, I couldn’t face him now. “Mere?” He shouted throughout the bus station.

Whatever I was going to do, I wasn’t going to get caught.

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