I tossed my duffel bag out of the window.
Peeking my head out, I saw that it landed rather close to the side of the house. Slowly, I sat on the thin window sill and pushed my legs out.
This was risky. And my adrenaline was out of control. Next, I carefully turned my body around and gripped the frame of the window.
If I could make it to the rose trellis... then I would be able to climb down and not harm myself. I extended my leg out and managed to hook my foot onto a wooden rung.
Leaning over more, I let out a small squeal as I propelled myself forward. Hissing when my hand clutched a rose that was tangled in prickly spines.
I didn't have time to examine my cuts. My mission was to climb down...to freedom. As soon as I felt my foot touch solid ground, I leaped down the rest of the way.
Picking up my bag I ran off towards the tree line.
Once I made it to the trees I turned around. Something was urging me to go back home. To the safety of my bedroom.
I shook off the feeling. I was nearly an adult and I wanted to be treated like one. I was no ones pup. I reminded myself.
Blending into the trees was easy. I just walked between them and tried to steer clear of any open path ways. As I walked I thought of Olive and what would become of our friendship.
Oddly enough I wasn't even mad at her any more. I wasn't even mad at Reid. I felt "meh.. " about the whole ordeal.
I had been walking for quite some time. The sky was changing colors and I knew that Dawn was upon me.
I needed to rest. My feet were aching and I was so thirsty. Who runs away with out food or water?
I sighed.
I tried to remember what my Father had taught my about survival skills. It was useless. I always blanked out during his sessions anyway. Something about follow the water..
As far as I could see there was no water and even if there was, I had no idea how to get to it. By now the sun was up higher in the sky.
I looked around for any kind of shelter.
There was none. Although there was a rather large tree with a huge trunk. I walked over to it and plopped down.
Yawing, I laid down curling up into a small ball. I used my duffel bag as a pillow. The soft grass almost felt like a bed underneath me.
I was to tired to care or know the difference.
I fell asleep instantly.. never aware of the one that watched me
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He Will Never Be My Mate!!
WerewolfAribella was rebellious by nature. She questioned everything and always managed to give her parents a hard time. She was a mischievous beauty. That was known for her ill temperament and sarcastic wit. She was living her life and enjoying being an...
