unbroken (unexpected series)

Chapter 17

A/N:Not Edited. Plus I'm uber tired couldn't sleep so I stayed awake just typing this. There is a blizzard type thing going on outside, so now i'm going to bed.

A few people have said my chapters are short and whatnot but I have to say that, if they are it's for a reason. I mean why put meaningless drabble in just for the sake of making them longer. The book in general is going to be long, (i.e. look at unconditional...) just not as long as Unconditional lol. Sometimes it's easier for me to end a chapter where I do.

For those that answered which 10 you think chelsea should pick to absorb the extra energy when she finds the Violins, Thanks for answering :) some of you named the people I chose...

Anyways, Enjoy :)

Chapter 17 – Oakley POV

Wakey wakey!  “Ugh,” I groaned, stretching out, trying to ignore the call of my wolf Byrdie, but she was persistent, Wakey, Wakey!  She called again, be quiet.  She told me, and instantly my body seemed to become rigid, my eyes open peering in the darkness, inhaling, sniffing the air for scents that didn’t belong. Getting nothing I eased off the bed, leaving my pillow and bed sheet I carried into Ben’s room for the night.

I really hope you didn’t wake me up for me to do our exercises; we don’t have to do that anymore, and Chelsea’s going to help us train… I said tiptoeing out of the room, heading back to my own. Plopping on the bed tiredly I was so tired I just wanted to sleep some more, especially when I saw the clock, bold red numbers, 6:37am. I wiped the sleep from my eyes though, going to the bathroom to brush my teeth, after changing into black sports bra and t-shirt, the matching shorts Chelsea had in my basket as well. When we were back home, without the voices in my head I never did this. I didn’t need to workout, however when I did start hearing the voice in my head, not only was it trying to keep me calm, support me so I wouldn’t feel alone, it had told me to start training, exercising so that I could build up my endurance.

I snorted just thinking about it, but back then the voice nagged me for a week or so before I started doing just as I was now. Getting up an hour earlier than everyone in the house and doing crunches, push-ups, even searched for yoga on youtube and did that, when it came time to add running, I was stumped. I couldn’t leave the house while everyone was asleep, so instead I used allowance money I had saved up and bought a treadmill. I hadn’t understood at the time what was going on, why the voice wanted me to do this, but now it made sense.

So I began, hoping that by the time I finished my sets everyone else in the house would be awake, then I’d go for a short run. On my last set of crunches, I wasn’t expecting it, standing less than six feet away from me was a similarly dressed Chelsea, “Ahhhh!” I screamed, frightened, crawling, scampering away from her form, my heart racing, pounding and my stomach rolled uncomfortably. I didn’t scream loud, it cut off as soon as my senses got the better of me, but it was sharp and loud enough to wake up someone. There was a small ‘ummph,’ sound then I heard patting feet on the hardwood, rushing towards my room, the door flying open, with Uncle Grant searching the room wildly for danger, the bedside table lamp from his and Aunt Julia’s room.

The situation wasn’t funny, but his reaction coupled with Chelsea’s blank unafraid face did it for me, laughter bubbled up, “W-what-” I giggled, “What were you going to do with that?” I asked biting my lip, my body shaking. Crawling I went to the side of the bed, kneeling up to turn on the light, still giggling, “How did you get in here?” Uncle Grant asked Chelsea and even I had to lift a brow at him. "We were in a car one minute then in this house a second later-"