Being Different (editing)

Chapter 8 | I'm Okay

I still sat upon that cold and still roof, the storm was about to come tumbling in as the clouds begun to get dangerously closer. It was the prettiest sight even though I was cold. The rain was being pushed by the wind forcing soft droplets upon my head while the droplets of rain and whips of air were making my ears sting slightly from is ferociousness. It was still my favourite thing in my book.

Sighing softly, I decided it was time to go back inside, I shivered as I climbed downwardly towards the edge of the roof and above Ash's balcony. Adding a little spring to my step I pushed myself up and off the roof jumping down onto the balcony crouching on all fours to keep from hurting myself and lessening the impact of the fall.

I was absolutely silent and Ash's room was the same. His sent was faint as if he hadn't been there for hours and the room was still left in shambles surprisingly, thinking he's the Alpha and all, wouldn't you want your room fixed before you went to bed.

Glancing behind me I watched the clouds rumble and grow as the storm drew closer, the sky darkening as it did so; I'm guessing it's around 6pm or something like that with the darkness of the sky and the coldness of the air. I would say where the sun was but my best guess was that it was most likely behind the clouds that now littered the sky like a pack of wolves.

I got up from my crouched position on the balcony quickly scurrying to get inside and shutting the doors behind me once I did so. The room still felt frosty the air having a slight sting to it which I was oddly comforted by.

My mates scent was faint in the room, had he been looking for me all day?

I sighed as I begun to clean up the broken glass and wood from around the room, I was fixing up numerous photos and clothes. The room was a complete and utter mess with everything strewn all over the place! The TV was broken the screen in two, I managed to piece together that there was once a chair for his shattered desk and the chair had most of its pieces in far corners of the room as if they never were once combined and in one piece.

It took me a good hour to get the room looking decent and full bag of trash in the corner, a couple of dints in the walls that would be easy to fix and the bed was made and cleaned up.

The rain begun to beat down against the windows in full pulsing puddles. Looking out I watched as the sky shifted to darkness confirming my thoughts that it was beginning to get late, the once visible green vibrant trees unable to be seen due to the heavy rainfall and fog covering the windows and sky.

While in my thoughts staring outside I heard the door bang open not affecting me at all as my gaze stayed fixed to the invisible outside world that is covered in darkness and grey.

"WHERE TH-E FUCK WERE Y-OU!" I slightly jump at the high pitched voice and I turn to see Ash stumbling into the room his hair ruffled only wearing jeans that hang low on his hips easy to see his Calvin Klein underwear, there's no v line leading down but instead a lovely toned 8-pack which is very nice to look at. Glancing back at his face I stifle a gasp as I see the slight dribble of saliva dripping out the corner of his mouth, his eyes are sunken and disgusting looking and the stench of alcohol hit me like a ton of bricks. Clutched in his left hand is a half empty bottle of vodka, his right is keeping him steady as he leans against the door looking as if he's about to faint.

"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION YOU MUTE BITCH WHERE WERE YOU!" I cringed at his voice, werewolves don't get drunk easily so he must have drunk a lot. How long was I up on that roof? But knowing how quickly our systems process alcohol he should be sober in around 30 minutes or something like that.