Twisted; an orphan wolf's story

Chapter 3

YAY!! I feel much better with this chapter now!! Enjoy the slight story change.

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Michael pulled to a stop, but I was dozing off from the drive.

I look up from my current headrest/window cill "Ugh. Michael what are we doing here?" I ask feeling slightly annoyed and ready to die.

"Come on, you need to get some rest." He says nudging for me to get out.

I feel anger begin to rise inside of me, "Michael, you know I would rather be anywhere else other than here!" I look back at the house and feel in a way betrayed, he knows my dads plans so there's no point for me to even come home tonight. Ignoring me, Michael gets out and walks around the front of the car. Once he reaches my door he opens it and extends his hand placing it on mine.

"Just come on. I need to get home and you really need to get to bed." he grabs my hand and gently begins to pull me out of the truck

"Why can't I just stay at your house?" I ask with puppy dog eyes. I don't want to be here, I legally never even have to come back here as of today.

"Alice. That isn't a good idea..." he says hesitantly while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Why not?" I ask while he helps me out of the truck.

"Come on. I'll walk you inside." he rests one hand on my back and turns towards my house.

I step away from him while another shot of anger rushes through me, "No. I can manage on my own."

"Alice..." he says breathlessly. I can see a pain and concern in his eyes but I can't help feeling angered. I never want to come back to this house and this is the first Friday that hes ever bailed on me.

"No it's ok. I can't escape this hell hole no matter how hard I try" I gesture to the house and turn quickly. I rush to the door and turn back to see him pulling away with a look of pain mixed with anger on his face. I crack open the door to see my dad and his friend in the living room. My dad sits on the couch almost facing the door while his friend rests on his back on the floor. I pull the door closed and walk around the house.

My room is located on the second story of the house but, ever since I was old enough to not be deathly afraid of heights, I've always kept a ladder hidden up against the house and under and old tarp and some rotted plywood. I lift the plywood and tip it against the house, revealing part of the ladder. I then push back the tarp and reveal the rest of the ladder. At one end i have a rope tied to the ladder in case I need to lay it back down without it crashing on the ground or lift it to get a quick escape.

I tip the end with the rope up to my window and push against the ladder to make sure that its steady and not going to tip and then quickly climb up the steps. I cautiously slide the window open and climb in. Turning back to the window I grab the rope and pull it in until i get to the end of it. I tie it to a hole i carved into the outside ledge of my windowsill. I turn back to my room and realize I left my backpack in Micheal's truck and sigh in frustration. I plop down on my bed and untie my shoes, throwing them on the floor. I feel the need to lay back and fall asleep but get a good smell of myself before achieving that.

"God i smell like I dove into an ashtray." I say while standing up quickly, hoping the smell isn't now tangled into my blankets. I creep out into the hall and into my bathroom. Leaving a pile of clothes on the floor, I hopped into the shower. The warm water made me want to fall asleep in there. Stepping out I wrap a towel around my body and pick up my dirty clothes.

I go back into my room and dig into my dresser. I pull out my only silk top and shorts.

"It is my birthday, I might as well sleep in comfort. I retrieve some underwear and practically dive into my pajamas.

"Oh god where is it?" I say to myself while looking frantically for my phone. I search the pocket of my pants and over the top of my bed and eventually find it slightly under my bed.

"Oh god I'm glad i didn't drop it on the way up." I press it to my chest as if its a precious treasure. I grab the end of my charger which I left plugged in all day and save my phone from dying since it was at 8%. I can hear a clatter coming up the stairs and rush to my door as quietly as I can. I swiftly grab the handle and turn the lock as quickly as I can. The knob rattles as someone struggles to enter from the other side and I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. I flip the switch to the light and blindly extend my arms in hopes to not trip over the end of my bed. Once I feel the safety of my blanket I throw myself onto my bed and reach for my phone. I look and see a few messages from Marissa and Micheal and then check the time. It's only 11:48 but it feels much later. I drop my phone next to my bed and lay flat on my back looking at my ceiling.

"What a total bash for a Friday." I whisper to myself.

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Short... I know... But I've been having a lot of stress about, well life. & for sure in the next two chapters that dude ^^^ will be revealed.

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