Stay Strong For Me

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

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(Owen’s P.O.V)

Two days later…Owen’s eighteenth birthday party

It has been two days, and I couldn’t sleep at all. My body was tired, but my mind was full of too much thinking. Things will not leave my head and I just wanted my body to shut down. Where was my normal blank mind that would bypass what happened in the day? My pillows were screaming for me to come to bed and go to sleep, but I was stuck at my desk chair just spinning in it to make me dizzy enough to go back to the bed. Time still went by and the digital clock glowed in the dark with its green numbers saying that it was five o’clock. I could feel my eyes droop and I gladly went to the bed slipping into a dreamless sleep.

A jolt of pain hit me all of a sudden as the weight pressed my body further into my bed. I turned around to see the culprit. Looking at the smiles of my friends didn’t exactly make me happy to see them. I looked to the clock and read that I only slept for five hours. Even though that was more than I ever had in the last two days, I was fuming. One by one I pushed all of them off the bed. Livana rubbed her back and cursed at me, while the others stood up and gave me a group glare. Couldn’t they tell I was tired?

“Someone’s not a happy birthday boy?” said Ash and the rest of them started laughing. I growled and the room was silenced until I heard little knocks on the door. My mother came in and quickly gave me a hug and told me to stop being mean and go downstairs. After she closed the door behind her was when the group couldn’t control themselves.

“Yeah stop being mean and come downstairs” said Mia from behind Jonathan. Grabbing the person next to me, who happened to be Ash, I playfully hit him on the arm. I guess it wasn’t as playful as he thought it would be. He glared at me while rubbing his arm.

“Yeah ok guys, get out of my room” They all shuffled out of my room, and I took this moment to lay on my back and look at the ceiling. Today was the day. I was officially eighteen, and my life would be over by the end of the day. I got up and put on some clothes and headed downstairs. It wasn’t long before the banner and everyone came into view.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY OWEN” I looked to everyone’s faces that seemed forced to smile. My mother had that effect on people. Taking people from the pack and make them gather to wish me a Happy Birthday, they could never get out of doing it. I hugged my mother and then whispered in her ear to say thanks. Behind her shoulders were the only thing that I looked forward to and that was my mother’s Belgium waffles and ice cream sat next to each other like two peas and a pod. She only made it on my birthday, because she couldn’t just make my favorite foods all the time when she had a pack to feed.

Packing my plate to its fullest amount I went toward the outside where the group hung out. They had their plates and were whispering to one another. I sat beside Peter and looked at everyone.

“So what’s up for today? Any surprise birthday party I should know about” I raised my eyebrow and looked at everyone at the table. I had to admit this year they seemed to get better with their poker faces, but I knew them since we were pups. Peter especially was on the verge of breaking his expression.

“Spill it Peter” I looked at his eyes to see anything, but the moment where he hesitated was quickly replaced by this expressionless face in front of me. I wasn’t going to let them go without telling me, but my father was coming toward me. Looking at my food that was almost finished, I quickly lost my appetite.

“Ten minutes. Pack meeting. Get Ready” I looked at his face, which was dignified and never once failed to show that he was an amazing pack leader. He stood with authority, but only a few of us actually saw the other side of him. Nowadays he spent most of his time up in his office, never showing his face unless absolutely needed.