“Where the hell have you been Ava? I was twenty minutes away from calling your uncle josh.” I sigh at my dad and thank my lucky stars he didn’t actually call uncle josh who isn’t my uncle just one of our family friends, human friends. Uncle josh was another guy who helped get my prison sentence reduced although right about now I would almost rather be there then here. “You think it funny to just run off without telling me and not call or anything? Ava do you not realize how much danger you could be in? Mom and dad died for us to live are you really going to jeopardize that?” I feel my temper rising all through his lecture but at the mention of the parents we lost I snap.
“ Don’t lecture me Tom, you have no idea what I’ve been through in the past three hours, I wondered through a fucking forest trying to find my way out, escaped a bunch of fucking wolves and I’ve just about reached my daily limit of heart attacks I can have without dying.” By now I’ve lost the will power to be civil and my voice is echoing around the house and probably the neighborhood. My face is probably red and I know my eyes are flickering. His face grows pale and his hands start to shake.
“What did you say Ava?” His voice is dead calm but his face shows how scared he is. He knows were in a lot of trouble. I sink into the couch behind me all my anger leaving me in a huff. My hands are starting to shake again, the adrenaline is wearing off and the need for another hit or swig of alcohol is strong. I look up at him and I know my fear is shown in my eyes as I remember what happened earlier, how easily I could have died. At one point I could have welcomed death but I knew I couldn’t leave Tom like that.
“The wolves are here, and they know I know what they are, and where they live.” His eyes grow wide and a small amount of fear leaks into them but he quickly hides it trying not to scare me. The shaking increases and I sit on my hands knowing it wouldn’t take too much for Tom to realize I’ve been hooked again. I know he wouldn’t hesitate to send me back to rehab and that was disastrous enough the first time. He starts to pace around our living room as I stand and inch my way toward the stairs. I need my hit but I can’t get it with him in the house. I smile a little as I think about my fun filled night with Pete. Suddenly Tom shoots toward me and wraps me in a tight hug like he is afraid I might disappear.
“I won’t let them hurt you kitten, I won’t let them take you away from me.” I wrap my arms around him and burry my head in his chest, both of us hurting from the memories the filthy mutts bring. The memories both of us had tried to burry. I cast my glance up and worm my way out of his arms.
“I’ll be fine big bro. What are a bunch of filthy uncivilized mongrels going to do to sweet cunning manipulative little me?” I smirk and strut my way upstairs leaving my brother shaking his head at my antics.
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The Good Girl's Not So Good-On Hold
RomanceAva's no stranger to trouble but what happens when she has to stay away from it and it just walks up to her in the shape of a extremly hot boy and his gang? Can she resist or will she do what she always does and run to it?
