Chapter 22- "Fuck you"

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-Calum's POV-

While I was stirring in my inedible puree that looked like it has been eaten and vomited twice, I began worrying about Hope again. I know Jesse told me that she went to the bathroom and maybe that always takes long, but I got the feeling that something bad is going on. "Hey, she'll be fine, girls always take long in the bathroom" Luke chuckled, trying to cheer me up.

"To fix their makeup? Hope's face is always makeupless" I rolled my eyes, standing up. They didn't ask where I was going, because they already knew, but I heard them stand up along with me. "We'll help you find her. Don't worry" Michael whispered as we all walked out of the cafeteria. I could smell her, the scent of her chocolate shampoo and her natural scent was still fresh.

"Over here" I maundered, following the path my nose gave me and we ended up out of school, in a corner of the parking lot. But for some reason, her track stopped, like it was erased on purpose. "Fuck it" I growled silently, looking around. But she was nowhere to be seen. "This can't be good" I muttered, looking at Ashton.

We had to sneak out for the umpteenth time this year and fortunately, it was piece of cake. We went into the woods and all shifted, because our powers are even stronger then and maybe I will smell her again. We kept running deeper into the woods and I could feel I was going the right way. For some reason, I could hear Hope scream my name, even though she wasn't, I guess.

Since we can't talk when we're in our wolf shape, we always have to communicate by minds, which was really difficult now. I couldn't concentrate, because I had to think about Hope all the time. I knew Alex or his pack has to do something with her disappearance, if he's still alive at least. I haven't heard anything of him since Caleb shot him.

-Hope's POV-

"Exactly what I was planning to do. You did great work" My head was spinning like I've did a thousand somersaults, my stomach was stinging like someone was stabbing me with a knife over and over again.  But my whole body felt numb, I wanted to open my eyes, but it was impossible, like they were glued.

I still heard those two or three voices mumbling from some feet away. "Now you stay here in case that she'll wake up" A low male voice demanded, followed by a sigh and footsteps that left. I was trying to move for at least 30 minutes, but without any result. It was driving me crazy.

I tried to remember what happened and fortunately it wasn't that hard this time. I remembered that I had to go with Mr. James and next thing was... that I blacked out. That stinging pain felt like a big cut. Why didn't Mr. James do anything about it? Or did he do that?

I still couldn't move, but if I could I would've jumped up as I realized that it wasn't my teacher. Calum has already told me that some werewolves could shift in any shape. It might have been a werewolf.

When finally, I could gather all my energy, to open my eyes. Once they were open, I saw I was roped up against a wall, my arms were hanging spread and I was sitting on a chair. The room was lifeless and frigid. My eyes scanned the room, but they stopped and my gaze was glued on a girl I didn't know, who was smirking down at me.

Suddenly, by seeing this freaky sight, I gained all my strength again. "What the fuck?" I frowned, trying to stand up, but my waist was also roped up, against the wooden chair. "Finally, you're awake" The girl had a sweet voice, it was so disgustingly illogical that such a innocent voice matched this girl with her evil facial expression.

"Where the fuck am I and who the fuck are you?" I didn't give a fuck how loud I was, I wanted answers. "You're fucking somewhere and I'm fucking Sarah" She mocked me and I hissed silently. 'Sarah?' Realization hit me like a bullet when her name reached my brains and warned me who she was. "You're that fucking bitch who murdered my father, aren't you?" I narrowed my eyes, I was so furious that you couldn't even see it. So furious that there didn't even exist an expression for it.

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