Story of a freak.

the long ride.

I glimpse the dashboard clock in the beatup ford truck im in. I just turned 18 as of a minute past midnight just a few seconds ago. And am currently hancuffes in a backseat and looking under my eyelashes at the bastards who jumped me.

Shit I think to myself. I internally sigh with relief as its just the human assholes I beat in that pool game a few hours ago. I all of a sudden remember how I got in to the back of their vehicle and the sharp pain in my head is now back. I groan slightly and relax my eyes.

The bigger guy who I had taken the four hundred from about three hours ago looking at the time was driving and said in his scruffy voice, "biith awake aet?" He turns his head to me then says, "iith thee dead?" He says it almost hopefully. I almost chuckle but relax, I had clocked him in the jaw and sent his ass about five feet flighing into a wall. He had lost a few teeth. I'm ashamed to say it only took two humans to bring me down.

The other human, his son from the looks of it had been the one to take me down with a crowbar to the skull.
Damn that still hurts. I think to myself.

the boy turns around in his seat and checks to make sure I'm still tied up before crawling to the backseat and lifting up my head to sit down. Don't do that you idiot! My sister instincts want me to yell. But I let him put my head in his lap as he sits down and buckles himself in in the backseat with me. Safety first I guess.

He touches the back of my head on the spot he hit me and I groan and try to rock away, but he pulls me back into his lap. He's warrrm. I think to my self. He says to the older guy with a sigh, "Yeah, she's still ticking."

He pushes my bloodstained hair back to now it sort of was anD OH MY GODS HES PETTING ME AND I AM PURRING. Oh gods oh sit how do I make it stop?! Shit shitshitshitshi-
"What the fuck iith that?!" The driver yells interrupting my train of thoughts. The boy just laughs and I can feel my face flush and I try and sit up and get away from the warm cuddly hand and WHAT THE FUCK GIRL WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

In my panic attack of my actions I fall to the floor of the vehicle right before we hit a bump and I hit my already tender head on the cup holder in the back and hiss and wince at the pain, feeling more blood drip down my back.

I think to myself And what is he, is this fuckass Laughing at me?!?!? I glare and my eyes flash violet, which stops his laughter.

"Well I guess she's awake now Jake!"

He says grinning still to the man in the front. I keep glaring my eyes examining him now.
How did this bucktoothed idiot take me down, Hes scrawny as a fuckin twig! I think to myself. He frowns and says, "That's not nice." With an actual fuckin pout on his face. (Dude how does that look cute on anyone? I think)
He grins again and my eyes go wide. "Holy shitsnax he read my mind!" The fucker then proceeds to laugh so hard he starts crying.

  'Jake' in the front seat proceeds to yell at him but I only catch part of it.

"Kid what the fuck are ya doin?!...

Shit, get her off the floor, clean her up! The Alpha is gunna kill us, he wants her fresh!"

  "Did he just say 'alpha'??? Oh sh..it..." Are the last thoughts that run through my  head as I proceed to black out again.