Running Rogue

Chapter 7: Who Has to Know

Chapter 7: Running Rogue

New chapter who dis? 

I was disgusted with myself. I just ate three donuts. At once. A strawberry frosted, glazed, and jelly. I didn't want the third one honestly. I wasn't even going to go for the second one it just happened. I got them to share and I was going to keep some for later. Donuts were a part of my safe haven.

Oh gosh, that last donut was putting up a fight.

I had brought the earrings to the police last week after I was discharged from the hospital and they said a lot of kids lose earrings at parties. This was true. I knew it firsthand I lost jewelry all the time, especially when there's too many people around me. But I also know that I would lose my jewelry if I was being pursued by guys in nylon masks with meat cleavers in their hands.

I twisted and turned my stomach intestines felt like they were going through a meat grinder. I was going to blow up like a balloon.

My mom walked in and studied my face for a second; she must have seen something that hinted at my discomfort in my facial expression because she asked what I ate and if I thought I needed Pepto Bismol.

I was supposed to go 'investigating' with Jason later on. My mother had taken a liking to Jason; she thought he was a good social influence on me. With him apparently I was able to get out more and do things with people relatively my own age. She didn't talk to me about safe sex, but again that was more her style: avoid the issue.

After Jason asked if I wanted to move in with him and I politely declined then requested a stun gun to enhance my ninja-ness, we made a compromise. Jason and I hung out frequently and then at nights we had sleepovers. That involved just sleep for the most part.

My mother knew about the hanging out during the day but not about the sleeping in at night. I had to hand it to the guy he was very sneaky. I usually didn't see him in the mornings but that was okay with me. Jason's presence also helped me feel safe at night.

I downed the Pepto-Bismol, and repressed a shiver of distaste. The first time I saw Pepto-Bismol in the drug store I thought it was a match made in heaven. Pink was one of my favorite colors and I held a deep hatred for grape and cherry medicine. I begged my mom to buy me it, she refused so then I went to my dad; he absentmindedly bought it for me. 

Pink food was my favorite strawberry milk, bubble gum, and cotton candy all shared that trait. When I got home I swapped my nasty grape cold medicine for some yummy pink medicine. Anyone that has ever had Pepto-Bismol knows that it does not taste like anything I associated it with in my mind. Boy was I in for a rude awakening. In the end I continued taking the nasty grape medicine, got grounded and never looked at Pepto- Bismol the same way. Pepto- Bismol is one of the most deceiving things in the world, it looks sweet but is really quite the opposite.

Allie Port still found it necessary to make my life suck on a daily basis. For some reason most of the people in the pack actually liked her. I had gotten formally introduced to most of the pack yesterday. Honestly I despise most of them. For some reason wolves with higher ranks thought it was okay to push around people with lower ranks and the worst part of it was that people of lower rank just took it. There was no justice in their system at all. A first glance from a distance it looks orderly and comfortable, like a close knit community. But then with a closer notice you realize the entire system is feudalistic. I hadn't met the alpha but I had seen the beta run the pack in place of the alpha.

It was really messed up, I was an outsider and I knew it, truth be told I was glad I was an outsider. The pack was some type of twisted cult where if you tried to leave everyone hated you and they called you a rogue. Everyone in the pack was also blessed with good looks it was unfair, they had super powers and good looks. Well werewolves in general had these assets too but still.