Ryan Uley once found everything she ever needed in the quiet reserve of La Push. She had a boyfriend whom she lost everything too, her best friends and her brother. But all at once it felt as if she was losing it all, more so in her dramatic teenage...
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"I'D SELL MY SOUL JUST TO SEE YOUR FACE AND I'D BREAK MY BONED JUST TO HEAL YOUR PAIN IN THESE TIMES I NEED A SAVING GRACE"
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Ryan was numb, no sense of feelings coursing through her body. The only image flooding her mind was of the man she had killed. And she was afraid it would never go away.
She stormed out of the woods, not even bothering to look back at Alice. Her emotions always took over and this time was no different. Especially this time.
Ryan Uley was a wanderer. She left when things got hard and tried to find happiness in other places. She had always been that way. When things got tough with Sam, she found Paul. And when things were tough with Paul, she found Jake. She wasn't capable of being alone and she was terrified of what she would do if she was.
She was a runner. Running was the only way to make her pain go away.
The wolf somehow got home. Her instincts must've taken over for she didn't remember anything back from the journey. She didn't remember the route she took, or passing Jacobs house on the way. She was just home.
The tears were the only reassuring element for the girl, crying meant she must've felt something. But these tears were immense pain. They were pouring down her plump cheeks. Her body shaking, but not because it wanted to shift. But because she was so heartbroken. She had disappointed herself. She had proven she was a monster.
"Sam- oh." Ryan grumbled noticing everyone surrounded around the small pale frame of Isabella Swan. The wolf quickly rubbed her tears away, turning her chin closer to the ground. "I need to talk with you."
Ryan quietly rushed passed her brothers. Not giving them the time of day. They could give Bella all the attention in the world, it wouldn't change the fact that Isabella Swan was a blood sucker lover.
"Samual. Seriously, now." Ryan yelled, noticing the lack of footsteps behind her. Her temper was about to get the best of her. And if her brother didn't do what she asked, she would lose it. "Fuck it- stay with her. Whatever- I need a drink."
"Settle down Ryan." Jacob muttered, pushing Bella closer to him. He could sense the anger radiating off of his pack mate. He was unsure if it was because Bella was there or for some unknown reason.
"Shut the hell up Jacob." Ryan sneered, swinging the door open with all her might. The door fell of the hinges and hit the ground hard. The wolf ignored the gasps of Emily and Bella. She went right for the kitchen and pulled the whisky from the kitchen cupboard. Sam always had whisky on hand, he wasn't much of a drinker. But he liked to have one around for special occasions.
"Sorry about her- my sisters a little dramatic sometimes." Sam apologized, the softness in his tone annoyed the other Uley. She hated when he diminished her feelings to her being a drama queen.
Her hands were shaking. She couldn't sit still. She felt as if she had to get away. It sounded dumb, maybe even immature. Running away from her problems wasn't the best choice, but clearing her head was. And getting as far away as possible was just what she was thinking.
Ryan jolted up the stairs and grabbed her overnight bag, she threw some runners inside. She grabbed the first few clothing items she could find, including her tooth brush. She threw her cell phone onto the bed, deciding it was best if she left it behind. She didn't need Sam calling her a million times, it would make everything worse.
She also decided her clothing wasn't appropriate for any place outside of La Push. She wasn't a wolf anymore, she didn't need to dress like that anymore. She grabbed a pair of ripped jeans that folded up on the bottom and a loose tank top. She grabbed her favorite leather jacket, hugging it tight to her body. She decided her favorite booties would maybe make her feel better, well as good as she possible could with the circumstances.
The wolf threw back the whisky, the burning in her throat causing the tears to come back. Every sip hurt, only because of her accident. Only because she had killed someone and she was now starting to remember the night.
"Fuck." Ryan whispered, every ounce of her hurting. What had she done? And how the fuck was she going to fix this.
Ryan angrily wiped her face clear of any tears. She pulled her bag over her shoulder and carried the whisky bottle in her arms. She tried to go unnoticed through the house. She could hear most of her pack brothers in the house. She kept her head high and her shaking under control. She didn't make eye contact with anyone, she just kept her legs going.
"Where are you going?" Paul asked, slightly out of breath from his play fighting with Jared. His smile dropped when he noticed the bag she was carrying. "What's going on?"
Ryan turned her head away from him, knowing he would know something was up if they made eye contact. The girl kept moving through the small house. But it didn't feel so small.
"Ryan- hey." Sam whispered, grabbing his sisters arm softly. She refused to look at him. He could feel something in his gut, like something was wrong. And it had to do with his baby sister. "You have patrol tonight- you can go to Meredith's tomorrow."
"Take me off the schedule Sam. I'm done." Ryan whispered pushing past her brother roughly. She could feel the stares of everyone on her, and soon heard the footsteps of them following her outside. "Oh so now you follow me?"
She was so upset, and the pack could see that now. But they didn't understand why. Ryan wasn't much of a talker when it came to her feelings, never had been.
"What do you mean you're done- Ryan what the hell are you doing." Sam asked, jogging to catch up to the girl. She could hear the panic in his tone. And the alarm in his big brown eyes.
"I quit- nada. No more wolf shit for me. I'm leaving- I need time to think."
Ryan felt like the walls were crumbling down on her, she had no control anymore. Her life was a disaster and it was freaking her out. What the fuck was she going to do? She couldn't stay away forever, she knew that much. She would be back in no time. The girl quickly took another shot of whisky, this time making the gulp longer than usual.
"Than let Paul come with you- it's dangerous for you to be alone." Sam fathered, trying to redirect Ryan back into their warm home. "Just come inside, lets talk about this."
"He's not coming, if I find out that you made him follow me Sam, I swear to fucking god. I won't come back. Now leave me the fuck alone." Ryan wailed, chucking the whisky bottle at him harshly. She could hear the gasps of her pack and Emily. But decided against peaking at her mess.
Ryan Uley bolted. And she ran as far as she could get.
