Move on. Even if it hurts to do so. {Book 1}

Chapter 6

I just noticed that the only ratings on this site are PG-13 and R. That's a bit weird, but then again, it's really not. Sorry I haven't been uploading, having major writer's block with this story and was trying to work on uploading some other stories I've been working on, at another site.

Same thing as always.... so blah blah blah. Have fun with reading this though :)

V.C.R.

Chapter 6:

"What the hell do you mean by that, little girl?" Well, first off Mr. Alpha, you didn't have to get in my face about it. And secondly, I'M NOT A FUCKING LITTLE GIRL!

Wait, calm down, he means no harm. Probably won't even believe me anyways. Why not go with the truth? Oh, brain you have something to say? What was that? 'I shouldn't do it because I could possibly be killed on the spot or that I could be found by the people who killed my pack'? Brilliant cause that's exactly what I was going to fucking say. 

PMSing alpha.... so moody.

Woops. I was accidentally staring at him for - what was it now?- about five minutes. He's pissed.

"Will you piss your pants, because you're so pissed? Wait can that even happen? Oh my god, please can you experiment with that? I really want to know now."

Oh, wrong answer. What was the question again?

Look, look! He's getting even more piss-ier, if that's even a word. Alright now that I'm faced with a danger I have to treat him like he's a hungry lion in the Sahara dessert. Wouldn't it be a wolf? Or wait, do lions even belong in the Sahara? 

Meh. They do in my world. That's what my parent's would say. That I had my own little world that no one else could come to. Sniff. I may start crying now. I mean Mr. Alpha is yelling at me, and I'm not answering them, and they're probably disappointed now, and then my parents came up, and - and then- and-....

"HOLY SHIT ARE YOU CRYING!?"

"JAKE!! MAN, SHE'S FUCKING CRYING! WHAT DO I DO? DON'T JUST STAND THERE JOSE! RUN, RUN AS FAST AS YOUR MEXICAN LEGS CAN TAKE YOU! GO GET SOME DAMN COOKIES OR SOMETHING!"

I may just be rubbing off on him.

Sniff. "It's alright." Another sniffle. The IWFYU alpha was frozen, the look of panic and horror was still on his face. Guess he's never had to deal with female rouges crying randomly.

"I was just reminiscing about my parents, and how they're dead, and then you were yelling at me, and you all must be disappointed with me. I mean look at me, I am trespassing and a rouge, and I am a threat to you all and," cue more water-works. "Then I still wouldn't answer, and I was being quiet for the longest-time. I  mean you guys are just wasting your time on me. And Jose's a mexican who can't run very well. Then I don't have my cookies. I can't remember the last time I slept on a bed. Or the fact that I could very well be killed at any time. But I mean isn't that a good thing, if you guys were to just kill me, I mean, then the threat would be gone, and I would never have to worry about anything anymore. I mean I would be dead! How can a dead person worry if he's dead!" Now I was just laughing through my tears, still slightly bawling.

Mr. Alpha cautiously walked up to where I was being restrained, and stiffly patted me on the back. Clearing his throat, he seemed to be trying to bring his thoughts (bleh :P) together.

"Uhmm... Well, you don't have to answer right now. I mean you not really much of a threat and why would you have to answer. I wouldn't answer if I was being held captive. Who would?!" He was turning slightly hysterical towards the end. It got my crying to ease off, so I just listened to him rambling on.