To survive without them

Chapter 8

I roll down the small alleyways and push up the hill, the cracked concrete eating away at the wheels of my skateboard. Chace rolls up ahead, he always seems to lead these days checking ahead, after the incident I was not very cautious, I keep telling him that I am okay now, which I am, he has helped me  a lot, staying with me all the time, checking I am eating and healthy. Over the past two months he has helped me come to the conclusion that, it was a good thing, what happened to Rosie, she is in a better place now. Where she can live life as a little angel and she can be with our family, my voice still cracks when I say her name.

The little meadow crawls into my site and I flick up my skateboard, which I swapped with Chace on the first day. The small willow trees reaching out over the small creek. Chace drops back and starts to walk with me, entwinning his fingers through mine.

"Ah finally, fresh air" he talks aloud to himself.

"Hm, yes finally"

We walk further into the meadow and plonk ourselves down on a overgrown patch of grass. Ah natures cushions.

"So I kinda wanted to talk to you....., about something" he speacks up.

"Chace.... I am OK really, stop worrying, I stopped worrying months ago, I'm fine, normal again" I laugh.

"But...."

"Chace I know what your going to say and tell you the truth I have heard it before, 'you just wanted to know if I am ok' ". I laugh in between my words. He is always worrying so much. Over the past four months, he has asked me everyday, two months ago I broke down in tears but, I am over the aftershock now.

"No really I............."

I burst out laughing, not this again, I reach my hand out to cover his mouth, shut him up, but he grabs it before I get to his face. He looks me sternly in the eyes. Oh why is he just a tease, playing along I reach up with my other hand, this time I'll get him.

"I am getting moved" He blurts out. My hand drops from his grip and my other hand falls with it. My mouth drops open. I gape at him. Oh Crap, he was trying to tell me something different today, why didn't I listen.

"Your what?" I gasp.

"Alfa called me into his place last night and told me that I have exerted myself in this department, Killer-pups that is, and told me to move up into the warrior squad with Jacob. I said no, but I don't have a choice, I move tomorrow, I am so sorry."

I gape at him" Tomorrow, now I have no partner, do you know how dangerous that is"

"Yeah, I know, if I could change things...."

"But you can't so, we will still be friends right?" I mutter.

"Of course, I would never forget you I can't, even stop worrying about you, how could you think that?" he almost shouts.

"I just thought, No-one even noticed me before you came" I bow my head. Great here comes some lonely fishing days.

"Hey chill, we can still hang out on non-patrol days and after patrols."

"Yeah for sure" I perk up, good I haven't totally lost him forever. I can't stand it when he is late for the towing, thinking someone could have killed him, I feel that he is mine, that I am his but I keep getting the feeling that he might just like me as a friend, although he does give me hugs.

"OH and hey, I stole this", he reaches into his small backpack and produces a small bar of chocolate. My mouth is practically drooling, I haven't had a chocolate bar in, um, six months. My eyes widen and I sniff the air, I guess trying to smell the chocolate but that is totally impossible.