Breaking Dustin Creek

♛ Chapter Nine ♛

         Still The Halloween Party

Wednesday, October 31,  10:30 PM

~Dustin~

/Is it me against myself? I feel like someone else/ 'Cause I can't find my way back home and I don't wanna do it alone/

Try to smile and wish me well/ Feel I'm a broken shell/

Hard to lie when you're overwhelmed/

It still hurts when your numb, every walk becomes a run/

Lately everything around keeps changing/ No, I don't want to do it alone/

The person that I was isn't coming back/ No, I don't want to do it alone/ Hard to lie when your overwhelmed\

— "Me Against Myself" - Wage War 💔

     I know I'm not the brightest person on the planet, and I know I do a lot of dumb stuff. However, I think this mistake might have taken the cake. I mean, what did I think was gonna happen when provoking a scary wolf-man. Obviously, I wasn't thinking, per usual. 

     Jack stood from his spot on the floor. Before I had the chance to escape he grabbed my good arm and flung me against the opposite wall, farthest from the door. I couldn't help the yelp that escaped my lips as my back slammed against the wood.

     "I wouldn't mind it," Jack purred his mouth forming his usual sly smirk. His face was inches from mine and I could feel his labored breath on my lips, I'm sure he could feel mine.

     Why does that thought turn me on. . ? And why do we always end up in this position?!

     "Just let me go." You know a situation is getting bad when someone as hardheaded as me begins to beg. 

     He didn't budge, forming an awkward silence that made the situation even more uncomfortable. However, as the silence grew, the more at peace I began to feel while crushed between Jack and the wall. I stared into his dark eyes, the feeling of guilt flooding it's way into my emotions and finally, I gave up. For now.

     "Good." Jack leaned away and took my bad arm with him, finally able to clean the wound.

     "You never explained how. . ." My throat felt dry as the wound burned the more he scrubbed out the built-up gunk, "How you are. . uh."

     "A wolf?"

     "Ya. ."

     Jack nodded and gave a deep sigh, "Just kinda born with it I guess. The real question is why are you not as afraid as a normal person should be?"

     I pondered the question, allowing myself to think about the feelings and emotions I've had for the past few days. Obviously I wasn't afraid because of all I've learned from my grandma, but that doesn't explain why I haven't done anything.

     "Like I said, I've seen scarier. And probably shock as well, it's not every day you watch people's heads get ripped off by large beasties. Then get kidnapped by said beasts." I teased the sense of peace allowing me to breathe. I also figured screaming wasn't doing me any good.

     "Yeah, sorry about the whole kidnapping thing. This is my first time ever experiencing this so maybe we got carried away. What were you even doing in that bar, your like what, seventeen?"