Addiction (abandoned)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Sunny Taylor

I froze, dropping the cheese packet I was holding. The orange eyes staring back at me intently had amusement dancing in them. It was the same look that had given me panic attacks for years.

It was the same look Ross had whenever he was going to hurt me.

I scrambled away from the window, my back hitting the island in the middle of the kitchen and causing me to scream and curse out, "Get the fuck outta my way!"

It was an odd thing, but when I got scared any inanimate object was animate. I attempted to move, but it was as if my feet were made of cement. I couldn't bring myself to move.

The beating of my heart was so loud I was sure if the neighbors would hear. I felt my palms slip off of the island from the sweat protruding, and I felt my stomach become consumed with the worst feeling.

Tears began to form in my eyes, and I began to cry as flashbacks of Ross mixed in with the wolf before me, and I knew it had to be that my life was flashing before my eyes.

I finally snapped out of it a bit and grabbed a knife, running and locking the front door. I sat down in front of it, my back to the door.

I held the knife tightly in my hands, looked around my environment, fear making everything double.

I felt lightheaded and I began to hyperventilate. I gripped the knife harder, trying to blink away the tears and feeling consumed by the fear inside me.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, a knock on the door rang out and I screamed, jumping away and crying with all my might. Wolves couldn't knock, but for all I knew that was its tail.

I slowly got up and cried as I crept to the door, peeking out the peephole and seeing it was a very worried looking Blake.

I was confused. I looked over to where the wolf was and saw it looking at me before dashing the opposite direction. I sighed in relief but the tears didn't stop. I slowly opened the door and couldn't even get out a word.

Blake looked at my sadly and pushed the door all the way open, taking my in his arms. He whispered, "You're okay. I am here. Everything is okay. Let it all out. It's all going to be okay, I promise."

He closed the door behind him, still holding me, and walked us over to my couch, taking the knife from my hand and setting it down. He sat down, pulling my with him, and I cried into his chest.

I felt so warm, and strangely safe in his arms. It was the safest I had felt in years. He rubbed my back soothingly and my crying began to slow down to just a sniffle. I kept my face buried in his chest, loving the feeling it gave me.

There was something about this boy that drew me to him. I momentarily forgot about the wolf, forgot about Ross, forgot about Dad, and all that ever existed was me, and Blake.

He lifted my chin up and made eye contact with me. The spot on my chin he was holding began to tingle.

He smiled softly and whispered to me, "Sunny, I need you to tell me exactly what happened."

My smiled dropped along with my stomach and I began to panic again. The heart rate, the mind, everything. He began to soothe me again and finally, once I calmed down, I replied to his request, "I- I was in the kitchen ma- making macaroni when the wo- wolf appeared in my win- window. It was so scary. I-it had human eyes. I swear. I am not making this up; th- there was a wolf."

His eyes then filled with realization and he asked me, "Wait, what did the wolf look like?"

I scrunched my brows in confusion, wondering what that would contribute to the situation. I reluctantly answered him, "I- it had black fur and orange eyes. It was really, really big."