I wake up to a finger poking me in the forehead. "What? What happened? Who's dead?"
My best friend Caroline rolls her eyes then laughs. She sits down on my sofa on the other side of my room and pulls her phone out.
"No one is dead, yet. You will be if we don't get to the meeting.."
I jump out of bed, repeatedly saying," shit shit shit shit shit shit..." I run into my closet grabbing a black band hoodie, my nirvana shirt, a pair of high waisted skinny jeans, and my navy blue converse. I get dressed quickly, doing my hair, putting on deodorant, and brushing my teeth. I put on mascara and lip balm. I grab my phone and look at the time.. It was fucking 9:12.. The meeting starts at 1..
I turn and glare at Caroline. "You woke me up early.."
"I wanted pancakes.. Come on.. I want breakfast.."
I roll my eyes and walk out of the house. Caroline has been my friend for three years.. I've been in rehab for two years for being an alcoholic. I met Caroline at a support group. I've been going to support group meetings for three years.
When I had my car crash, I was in a coma for 9 months. The other three months was the doctors keeping me medicated and checking on me. Then my parents and the hospital sent me to rehab. I'm glad they did.
"So what do you think will happen at this meeting? Crackhead Cassie might have another spaz attack on Beer Guzzler Brian."
"Come on, Caroline.. We can't make fun those guys. We are all there for a reason. To get help.", I say scolding her.
"Well, we all have our names. You're Run of course River and I'm Cancer Caroline. We're both in it. Oh well."
I turn to her pissed. "Who gave you the name of Cancer Caroline?"
"Oh. I did. Before you came, I'm the one who gave everyone names. Then everybody else joined in. But your name was made by Sex Addict Saraphina. She's a bitch.."
I laugh so hard I start crying. That's hilarious! We pull up to the building and we get out. I stop at the doors and breathe in and out. I always have these anxiety attacks before coming in.
Caroline takes my hand in hers and gives me a reassuring smile. Here goes nothing..
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The Young Alpha
Werewolf"I may be sixteen, but I can make scream my name louder than you've ever screamed before," he growls in my ear and my knees begin to give out. His hands grip my thighs and he picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and he nips at my neck making...
