Runner

Chapter 8

All I could do was sit there, trying to understand everything that had just been said to me while at a loss for words. I turned my gaze from him to the floor as I tried to figure out what to say. How to even speak. I didn't believe him, there was no proof of this information besides the mention of my father. "What do you mean that "The pack" knows of me but doesn't know that I'm alive yet? What do you mean about any of this?" I nearly growled out in frustration now that my gaze was toward him again. "I don't believe any of this at all, I don't have the proof of anything that you're talking about, so tell me how do you expect me to believe you?" I said, feeling like I was going off like a ticking time-bomb.

A muted growl left him as he sat there and looked at me. "How do you not believe me? I am that proof, I was there. I was the one who killed the fucking animal that killed your family! what more do you want!" He was getting furious, and it was almost funny. I wanted to laugh, but I didn't. There wasn't a lot or even much to laugh at. "Don't you get it? I ran because I saw you kill my family, I saw you! No one else, Stephen! How am I supposed to believe you if that's what I saw! I see it every night! Clear as fucking day when I close my eyes" I spat at him. I was getting angry, pissed even. "How could you have seen me? You weren't even around." He argued. "I saw you because I was on my way back from my walk, you were the only one I saw, you. Not some creature." I glared.

"You saw me because I finished killing the bastard while you walked back." He said looking at me, rage and anger were very clear in his tone as he looked at me, hand gripping the arms of the chair that he had been sitting in. I still wasn't believing him at all. And now I just wanted him out. He opened his mouth to speak, but I spoke first. "Get out. Just get out." I said stern and anger was in tone while I glared. "Get the hell out of my house, Out of my life."I nearly barked out the demand. "Don't ever come back, Don't ever show your face around me and don't you ever talk to me again," I said getting up and walking to my door, and holding it open indicating that he really needed to leave.

He'd get up and walk out the door, soon I slammed it behind him, letting out one of those and I do regret this pitchy annoying sound that I made as I walked to my room and got into bed in hope that I can get comfortable and relax to be able to sleep. I had tomorrow off from the gym, but I still worked at the bar tomorrow night. and I wanted to sleep or well- try to sleep for my shift.