Chained to Me

11: Wolfie

He stared at me with those blue eyes, his lips stretching to a smile as he stood behind Kim wearing black jeans and a matching top. She twirled around to face him, her mood changing for the worse.

"Why would you invite them? You know I can't stand them." She whined. "Especially her." She whispered the last bit as she took a brief look, then turned to face him again.

"So, she can't stand us?" Ashley whispered to us. "Good to know." She folded her arms, stretching her lips to a smirk. We let out a small laugh, knowing how ridiculous the situation was.

"OI! STOP THAT!" We heard a boy's voice coming from inside. Before long, a man came out from the crowd, holding a girl's hand. She looked shook.

"Roxie." Michael said under his breath, he looked worried, turned to Kim, whispered a couple of words while holding her arm then left her with her arms folded over her chest and a disapproving face.

He went by the small girl's side, holding tight to a men's hoodie that was covering her body. He began talking to her, crouching down to meet her eyes, trying to comfort her, but tears began to roll down her cheeks. He hugged her trying to calm her down, then stood up and went to talk to the boy who found her.

"What do you think happened to wolfie?" Penny asked.

"Wolfie?" My eyes grew wider. We weren't in the office. We were in public. What on earth made her say that?

"She calls him that because he's quiet, strong and has his own pack." Ashley snorted, then immediately quieted down once she got a killer look from Kim.

BANG!

We all turned to where the smashing noise had come from. A boy was standing near the door, standing in an angry position with both legs parted and a glass bottle in one of his curled fists as he was panting, out of breath. Michael stood just meters away, his back turned to us, with shards of broken glass around him.

"Does he have a loose screw?" Kim whispered, observing the scene in front of her.

"Did he just throw a glass bottle at him?" Ashley whispered. I nodded, feeling uneasy. The boy looked too riled up to stop his recklessness. This wasn't going to end now. Something's 'bout to go wrong.

Michael uttered a few words, then he started to step away, walking towards us. Maybe he was leading him to the woods... Wait. He's leading him to the woods. He can't be serious.

As he walked past our deckchair, I stood up, grabbing his arm. He stopped, looking down at me from under his eye.

"That's not a good idea." I whispered.

And at that moment, while I was voicing that sentence, I felt my arm hairs stand up and the scene going dark. Pitch black, except for one object flying towards us. It was glistening white. I stretched up to grab it.

As soon as it touched my flesh, overwhelming pain struck me. I had finally come to my senses. The boy had thrown the glass bottle at Michael, apparently it was a broken one, and somehow, I had managed to catch it. Sharp side first.

I crouched down to the floor holding my now bloody hand, with shards surrounding me. Everyone rushed in panic. Michael immediately went for the boy, punching him in the face, knocking him unconscious then came back near me. Penny held my hand, trying to remove bits of glass still stuck in my hand, while other voices were telling me to go wash it up. Everyone was pressing in around me. Strangers finding their way around me, getting sight of the bloody scene.

I couldn't take it anymore. I began seeing Penny's face duplicate. It wasn't a good sign.

I took a deep breath, trying to block out everyone, then stood up and simply walked off into the crowd that was still dancing, up the stairs and found myself in a bathroom. The water running on my lifeless hand, washing away the colour. It stung as some of the glass began digging itself into my hand further as the water pushed on it.

"What kind of an idiot am I?" I said to myself, grabbing the roll of toilet paper and began to wrap it around my hand.

The door swung open, Michael's worried face at the door.

"Can't you see there's someone here?" I said, pissed off, mostly at myself for being so reckless. He didn't reply. He rested his back against the door, crossing his arms over his chest, looking down at his feet.

"I'm sorry." He whispered with a shaky voice. "I should have paid more attention."

"Don't apologize." I looked up at him, sitting on the edge of the tub. "You couldn't have known that he'd throw the bottle. It's just..." I looked down at my hand, putting a bit of pressure on the toilet paper.

"Just what?" He asked, stepping forward, crouching down and taking my hand to observe the cut. He slowly removed the paper from my hand and tossed it in the bin. Then stood up for some fresh paper, dipped it in water and came back to wipe off some blood.

"What were you going to do... once you got to the forest?" I just had to know. Curiosity got the best of me. I couldn't let it go. Was he going to scare him off? Beat him? What?

"I don't know." He looked up at me, meeting my green eyes. Then his eyes flashed again, startling me. Being caught off guard, I slipped into the dry tub.

"Are you okay?" Michael asked, pulling my hand.

"Stop doing that?" I told him, trying to pull myself back up.

"Sorry. I had to confirm something." He said with a smile.

"Confirm what." I stood up, brushing off some dry soap I collected on my back.

"That you're Meg's sister."

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Thank you for reading Chained to Me.

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This was an updated version of my comic going by the same name, which has now been unfortunately discontinued, but you can still check it out in the link below:

tapas.io/series/Chained-to-Me

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