the unknown life of a teenage rouge (on Hold)

Alone

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THIS IS MY SECOND STORY. I HOPE YOU GUYS ALL LIKE IT.

The feeling I get during a fight is what gives me confidence that this is the life for me.

Now you think im like some adrenaline junkie who is always looking for a good duel. Hate to break it to you but I'm a werewolf. 

Now i know you're afraid but fortunately for you, werewolfs are a mostly peaceful kind.

Some of us aren't. 

I don't know much about pack life or anything for that matter. I just know that my wolf is in my head telling me little secrets and trying to get me to retire to pack life.

I don't feel like thats the life for me. My life consists of my old beat up '69 chevy pickup and a suitcase with a New York City and Paris sticker on it, thrown in the bed of the truck. 

My parents didnt tell me anything about this being a werewolf stuff before they just forgot me and left me alone at my babysitters house.

FLASHBACK

I  was crying in the backseat of my family station wagon.

"Lexi, when we pick you up we're all going to go on the big ferris wheel. We love you honey. Your our little baby girl and we will always protect you.", my mom said.

She turned around. Her eyes held so much emotion, love, desperation, guilt.

This was always how she got when she had to drop me off, but this time the emotions are more intense.  Something had to be up with her and my father.

I hesitated to get out of the car and my parents sensed that.

My mom got out of the passanger sest and took my hand and walked me to the door.

She planted a sweet mom kiss on my forehead and let me ring the doorbell.

 FLASHBACK ENDED

 I knew that I should have never gotten out of that car. I should have refused to go because I hated my babysitter, but besides that was easily the worst day of my life. I was stuck at the babysitter's house for hours, doing god knows what. 

After that day, I was thrown into the foster system and I worked. I worked as a waitress at the local diner for sleezy men who always wanted to see more of me.

I saved up enough money, so on my seventeenth birthday I ran away from my evil caregiver and bought myself my beat up truck. I have been on the road ever since.