His love saved me (Book II)

Celeste P.O.V

They say that people can react to bad news in three ways: some absorb the news, process it and are able to reply in a sane matter; some throw fits and let vicious words spit from their mouths; and the rest of them just pretend they didn't hear a thing.

And the final one is exactly how I reacted when the social services ripped me away from my granddad. I pretended that I couldn't hear them when they told me and what was coming out of their mouths wasn't making my world crash down from around me.

I pretended that I didn't get forced to pack my suitcase and I pretended I didn't hear grandpa telling me I wasn't good enough for him and that he didn't listen to what Katy told him about me.

I told myself that grandpa did try and stop the social services from taking me away, when really he did nothing.

I was in denial to almost everything and I guess I still am. However I let myself realise one thing: this was all because of love. This was all because Grandpa let his guard down and let Katy in.

It was this that led me to my miserable and perplexed state.

So ten years ago I made a vow, I promised myself I would never let anyone near enough to break me like my mother is, and I kept that promise for ten years.

I intend to keep it forever.

I remember the day crystal clear I tried to make myself believe family is real for days after that but I looked grandpa dead in the eyes and said "were family....don't do this....your all that I have" I whispered my voice vulnerable.

He just ignored me like I was a product on the shelf he didn't want. I guess I kinda was.....kinda am. He still doesn't want me, nobody does.

In the city I've moved too nothing happens it's not like New York, in New York there's always something going on. And in Toronto Canada, usually nothing goes on.

It's peaceful the entire street; talk to each other it's a tight knit little community.

I'm the only imperfection to this perfect picture.

I'm the only girl who doesn't give a shit about anybody or anything, whereas the rest of the community care about each other like family.

But to me family means nothing.

Nothing at all, family isn't about whose blood you carry it's about who you care about. I don't care about anybody, and nobody cares about me.

When you're drunk they say you forget your worst nightmares and worries slip away. That was why I drunk and that's probably why my best friend Phee drank too probably even why my mother drank.

I had been at the party for almost an hour now and I was nearly pissed. It was stuffy here and I didn't like it one bit but maybe when I'm drunk ill forget.

I scanned the room drunk teenagers rubbed body's against each other.

That would be me soon; I just needed a few more shots and maybe another cigarette.

I turned to my best friend Phee, the only girl that stayed with me through this entire time, id like to call her my family but honestly I can't because the grandad incident hit me with some major trust issues.

She was with me when they took me away they were wolfs so I couldn't fight them.

Phee who is currently straddling a blonde and kissing the life out of him I stood up "Pass me the lighter will you?" I asked her.

She put her hand in her pocket her lips not leaving the boys once, she handed me the lighter I mumbled and "thanks".

I shoved my hand deep into the depths of my pocket and made my way outside away from the party I lighted my cigarette and smoked it.

I closed my eyes and threw my head basking in the scent of the fresh air.

"It's a stunning view isn't it?" a beautiful husky voice said from behind me.

I took the fag from between my lips and held it between my fingers I craned my head slightly to see who it was.

His wine red lips twisted into a sexy smirk, he had jet black hair that looked like his hand had ran through it one to many times. His perfectly chiselled jaw; -sculpted to perfection like a Greek god- was relaxed.