Living with a Wolf

Chapter One

What does family mean to you?

I assume you would reply something along the lines of they are the people that love you, care for you, support you. The people that watch over you to make sure that your okay, that your doing well in school and most importantly they feed you because food is at the top of every list obviously.

Mine are not so much like that, sure they love me.. I hope.. but apparently they are not to keen on the caring and supporting side of parenting, which became very evident today. The day of my nineteenth birthday, the one day that I thought that my family and me could get along, but their version of a birthday present was a little cake with move out written in nice white icing. Funny I know, I found it hilarious.

Gobsmacked, my only words had been "is this a joke?" laughing thinking it must have been, however staring at their straight faces, from my mother to my twin younger siblings, it was very evidently that wasn't the case. After realising this, my main move was to have a mini adult tantrum which included a lot of swearing, a classic stomping up the stairs episode and a quick dash of grabbing as many of my possessions as possible which wasn't much, clothes, toiletries and my art supplies. Rushing out of the bedroom, I snatched my handbag of the floor, reached for my laptop and ran all the past my staring family without a good bye, jumped into my car and slammed the door.

Which by the way, didn't make me feel better.

Currently, I attended university down in Plymouth. So the first move was to make the five hour car journey back to university, however the downside to this fantastic plan was the lack of home to go. Usually after living in halls for a year a person would go into a house share with people they know or have met or even just rent a room in a house with people they don't know but I couldn't get into the house I had arranged due to the contract not starting till the beginning of the academic year, unfortunately that's not for another four months. Just my luck.

The goal was to ring a few agencies, be extremely lucky and get a cheap place. Apparently, even my birthday is turning out to be against me because nowhere had anything going for a poor student. Tragic, really it is.

Eventually I arrived at Plymouth, checked into a hotel on the outskirts near the forest with the tiny bit of cash that I do own and walked to the nearest cheap pub I could find because a birthday drink was needed, feeling slightly peckish too I thought back to my birthday cake and wished I had snagged that on the way out of the house but clearly I was pre occupied in my self pity and tantrum.

Entering the tiny town pub, I aimed for the bar and sat waiting for the cute bartender to make his way over.

"Hey there hotstuff, how about I get you a drink?" looking over to my left, stood there is a guy who looked ancient but must only be in his late thirties, early forties. The hint of beer was on his already disgusting breath, deciding to ignore him I looked back at the bartender, hoping he was near me. He wasn't, shocker.

Suddenly, I could feel a hand wrapped around my arm "Oi sweetie, I was talking to you!" when he didn't get an answer, my whole body was forced around to face the smellyass breath guy.

"Look mate, it's really nice that your offering to get me a drink but no thanks" Making sure to sound nice and to plaster a smile on my face, I really didn't want to cause any massive problems. However, his face was telling me that my fake smile hadn't worked.

Feeling something against my stomach, my eyes drift down to see what it is and of course following todays amount of luck, it was a gun. My whole don't wanna any problems just flew out of the window "Imma tell you what's going to happen sweetheart, you're going to get up walk through the back door and get into the truck that's parked out back. Scream, I shoot you. Don't do what I want, I shoot you!"

My crap day went from being 10 on a scale of poo too 100 "okay mate, let me just grab a drink real quick and ill be right with you!" pretending not to care, turning around the bartender decided that now was a perfect time to make an appearance. He just stared at me with his hands against the counter waiting for me to speak, sighing "Disaronno on the rocks please" he just nods at me. Geez the people in this small town are peppy. The touch of smellyass breath is almost burning a whole through my jumper, feeling him leaning in close "you are running out of time here girly" great, just great.

My Disaronno was slammed down in front of me. Damn people are cranky. "minutes left" turning around I glare at him, even though he is still holding the gun on me, uncomfortable as it was I would rather be inside this bar then outside with him and although he has a gun, it doesn't seem like he was ready to actually use the damn thing which I cant say I'm that upset by.

"Baby, hey. I have been looking absolutely everywhere for you" Arms were suddenly wrapped around my waist, subtly unarming the smellyass breath guy, who suddenly fell to the ground in pain. "I'm not going to hurt you, just play along, please!" A guys deep voice vibrated around me, soothing me, calming my nerves that were slowly starting to hitch when I realised time was running out, so I did what the guy asked without even turning around to see who it was.

My voice came out slightly high "oh, sorry Hun, my phone died. Can we go now please?" Smellyass guy was slowly starting to get to his feet, so I did the honours and turned around to walked out the bar, seriously hoping that mystery guy followed.

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