Forever and Always

Two: I learn to hate Canadian Cab Drivers

Me again. No one reads this but I'm gonna post it anyway. I also inserted a picture of Meri Grayson, a werecat in Carnations tribe. <3 Ladybug out.

I have never remembered feeling so angry at one person in my entire life. I SPEND THIRTEEN YEARS IN A SMALL DOWNTOWN ORPHANAGE WITH A LADY WHO HATES ME AND TEN OTHER KIDS AND THEN SUDDENLY, LIKE SOME STUPID ‘BIPPIDEE, BOPPETY, BOO’ I FIND OUT I HAVE AN AUNT LIVING IN CANADA THAT WILL TAKE ME IN BECAUSE SHE WAS LABELLED MY GODMOTHER IN MY DADS WILL.

            GAH!

            Tycal whimpered when he saw my eyes darken slightly red with anger and crawled into my lap. Still staring out the window I smiled thinly and stroked his soft, gray and white fur.

            “That dog had better now let it out on my furniture, doll,” the taxi driver drawled, a cigarette dangling out of his mouth.

            I shot a stare and him and thump my head against the seat behind me. “He won’t” I said with gritted teeth.

            “Sure, doll” he answered, and resumed his stupid habit.

            Anyway. I was wearing the best outfit I managed to pull together in the short amount of time I’d had; the same shirt and cardigan from when I’d first met Andrew and black skinny jeans along with my threadbare black boots. I was completely unprepared for the cold Canadian weather, and my seven outfit wardrobe hadn’t helped.

            Despite myself I was beginning to get worried. The road we were taking possessed less and less houses and before I realized the view was going like this; woods, woods, house, woods, woods, house house, woods, woods, woods. Soon there weren’t ANY houses to be seen and realized I had a reclusive aunt on my mother’s side. Thanks, ma.

            Apparently my aunt’s name was Victoria Carson, older sister of my mom and only sibling of my mom. Fred, my dads lawyer, gave me a picture of her and my mom when they were both seventeen. My mom is laughing and leaning on my aunt’s shoulder, light blue eyes sparkling and curly orange hair everywhere. Aunt Victoria is smiling wryly, arms folded a sparkle in her black eyes. Her shoulder-length hair is dirty blond and calm and she seems to be laughing to herself. I like her, as long as she hasn’t changed.

            We seemed to be nearing the end of the road and soon enough there were trees everywhere but behind us. I get out of the car and look around. Woods, woods, and did I mention woods? I walked over to the drivers side and peered in at the driver.

            “So what do we do now?” I ask, still annoyed at how he badmouthed poor little Tycal.

            He sucked in long and hard on the cigarette. “Doll, there ain’t no ‘we’ anymore,” he said, popping the trunk with one press of his tubby fingers. “I’m outta here. Take your things and move.”

            I had a feeling he meant it so I gathered my duffel bag and dog and watched his drive away. “Stupid-“ I started trudging forward. “messed up-“ I picked up Tycal for his warm and hugged him to me, my teeth already starting to chatter. “Cab driver” I finished, and kept moving.

            Some things you should know

I don’t have a phone, never will, never have No form of electronic, much less a GPS I’m alone in the middle of the freaking woods with no civilization for miles around; unless you count dear old auntie’s abandoned shack!

      By the time my legs are frozen so much that I can’t walk anymore it’s almost dusk. Curling the now sleeping Tycal into my check I pull out my biggest coat and cover myself in it, curling up near the trunk of the nearest tree. As long as it didn’t snow, this was going to be okay-but my biggest coat was pretty thin, so I didn’t have much time before frostbite or something like that to take over.

      Dozing off I prayed that if I wasn’t saved, that at least Tycal would survive.

      Its not like anyone would care if I died anyway.