5 years later
"A 27 year old male was known to have committed suicide in the motel room in Scurry Inn near Aster Road. There was no note or letter written as to why he...", blocking out the women yapping on about the suicide, I recalled the incident of two nights before.
"...baby, don't leave. You know I love you, right? I'd nevet hurt you, not on purpose anyway... Just please don't go.", a random dude in the motel room rambled on.
"We only met yesterday... I don't even know you...", said Elliot as she zipped up her short tight-fitted black dress.
"Please don't tell me it was a one night stand? You're so beautiful... I'd do anything for you.", the ONS declared.
Elliot, very slowly, walked up to him. She bent down to his level, since he was sitting on the bed, and came face to face with him. "Anything?", she said as she batted her eyelids, thick with mascara, innocently.
He nodded his head vigorously. "Anything."
"Awe, Tsk Tsk Tsk. If you'll do anything for me, then please, go kill yourself." With that she left the room while smirking.
"Elliot! Did you do it again?!", Abigail yelled out.
"I'm sorry but... I do need to pleasure myself yano?"
"Okay... That... That was just gross. But you need to stop. You know what happens when a human mates with a mated wolf. And you need to stop telling them to kill themselves. It's gone too far."
I laughed wickedly as Abigail finished her tiny little, useless may I add, speech. "What are you gonna do? Report me? You know I'll just bang them and save my ass, like I have done tens of times before."
"Elliot...", Abigail whispered. "Does your wolf not stop you?"
"My wolf doesn't care baby. She stopped caring 4 years ago. We both waited a year for a person that's never coming back, and once my dad died, we don't give two shits about men."
"You're hopeless.", she said as she she threw her hands in the air and left.
"I KNOW I AM, BITCH."
You, reading my frickin' fairytale of a life, (please note the sarcasm) lemme just give you a tiny little introduction.
My name is Elliot Terdellaline. It's my mom's last name, not my dad's. I'm 24. I just killed a man yesterday with my "magical powers". And my life pretty much went downhill since that little bastard broke my wolf and I's heart. For the last three and a half years, I've been whoring myself around, and I'm damn well proud of it.
