The Persistent Alpha, & Resistant Luna

13. Adrenaline is Like Crack .

Small Note:
•Bon Sang.-Damn it.

Grey hadn't mysteriously shown up in the woods like he'd done last night. I didn't know whether to be sad or upset about that.

Maybe he knew I only depended on him when I was in deep shit.

That's not true. You were going to go off with him before this happened.

"Here you are." The waitress in the café shop I'd found myself at, sat my latte down in front of me rather harshly.

"Thanks." I said glumly, and she looked more than happy to walk off without even asking me if I needed anything else.

Someone was definitely not getting a tip.

I sank into my booth, alone, dirt on my knees from tripping and falling in the woods, and a scrape on my elbow from stumbling on my laces when walking along the highway.

Oh yeah, forgot to mention I ran all the way to a different town. I wasn't sure which one, or even how many I'd passed through, but the café seemed welcoming as I was passing by.

Well, except for Miss Attitude serving my latte here.

I was tired from the run and though I knew I was athletic, I didn't expect my body to allow me to come this far.

Maybe it was the adrenaline in me, the built up anger and frustration I had needed to burn out was probably what kept me going. But even when my body grew tired, I still felt that resentment towards my dad.

I don't think that would ever burn out.

Not wanting to rile myself up into another run, I pushed him out of my mind for now.

No, for good.

Maybe this was what I needed, maybe this unfortunate kick-out was the step I needed to start my own life.

I mean, I'd miss all my things, my room, my da-

No, Nova. Leave it all behind. That's why you can't please him, this is no longer your life anymore. Things have changed.

I drank some of my latte and it warmed my insides, heating my core in a completely different, more soothing type of way.

It would be nice if I wasn't alone though.

It was funny actually, I'd always felt alone. Like no one was there by my side, but I guess I always subconsciously knew that my dad was there.

Maybe a couple of people I wouldn't exactly call friends, more like acquaintances. But no one to really get into deep conversation with.

But now, for real, I was alone. In a town I didn't know. In a little café place literally just named Café, and sulking because I just remembered I'd left my favorite pair of combat boots back at home.

No, back at Auguste's. That was no longer my home.

Fueling myself up again, I downed the rest of my latte, quickly paid for it and then found myself back outside.

It was still daylight out, considering the fact that it was only this morning when Auguste decided to kick me out.

I rolled my eyes, telling myself not to think about him and started off into a light jog. My muscles were still on fire, but if I didn't keep running, all my mind would do is tear me apart.

About an hour into my jog, I got a strange feeling in my gut and chills down my spine. And definitely, definitely not the good kind.

Something told me to turn around and look behind me, but I didn't want to appear too obvious about it. So I kept jogging, making sure my arm kept grazing across my jacket pocket until my wallet fell out.