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xxxxxxThe Heartbroken Risk-taker
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- Gender Girl | Age 18 | Relationship Status Single | Protector Tyler Reed | Place Pack House | Tagged Tyler Reed
- Andrew paused and straightened her expression, preparing for yet another counter arguement from Tyler, telling her she should stay or that he should come with. She wouldn't let him come, however because, even if he said he wouldn't look, judge, or even talk about it later on, she was more afraid of the ability others had to find out if he knew. She couldn't let him come, not even close enough to know anything of what she was doing. And she expected for at least one more attempt to try and convince her otherwise. That's why she was taken aback when he gave in.
At first it seemed like he was trying to give another reason or that Drew and pinched a nerve, but it didn't turn out that way in the end. He agreed to let her go on the condition that he was allowed to remain outside, somewhere where she wasn't sure how close he'd be or even how that may help his case. She narrowed her eyes at him when he said he wouldn't follow her, not quite believing the boy. But she didn't say anything of it and realized he hadn't noticed her glare because her turned back to grab a large sweater-jacket thing that look way too large for her. When he held it out to her, she eyed it with curiosity and distaste as if it could jump out at her and kill her at any second. She looked up into his golden eyes, not sure what to do, but they seemed sincere enough. She accepted the jacket and held onto it as she gave a nod of her head as if closing the deal and thanking him.
Drew flipped up both hoods from her sweater and from the jacket Tyler had given her just before she left. It was hanging down to her mid-thigh, making it possibly suitable to be the size of a short dress, really short, but still. The wind had picked up a bit in the about an hour she'd been walking. Her ankle was giving her hell, but she ignored it to the best of her ability, biting down on her lower lip whenever the pain became a bit too immense even for her. At times she could taste a warm irony liquid on her tongue, but ignored that all the same. As she continued on her walk, thoughts began to pour in. Thoughts from all over, including dark ones she often tried so hard to avoid.
It started with her brother, targeting him first. The boy said he was her protector, that she needed to be protected from something or someone, but he wasn't told. The only protector she believed that she'd ever need was her brother. She was just fine on her own before Tyler's 'kind' showed up in her life. It was also not until her brother left her that her life began to crumble. Truth be told, she never wanted to admit it, but she blamed him for a lot of things after he left her alone. He was also one of the many reasons she didn't trust either seeing that he promised to come pack soon over ten years ago. But he she couldn't help but remind herself the many things he warned her about before he left. "Run little wolf, escape when the time is right. Run when you get the chance." his words echoed in her mind and she felt her hand reach up for the silver running wolf necklace around her neck. She grasped it in her fingers as more memories squeezed into her mind, finding yet another victim.
The government or some people under their power, was after her. That was no doubt. But they believed she was gone, dead, wiped out from existence. The thing that seemed to trouble her was how. There was someone who helped her fake her death at the river that day, but she couldn't seem to figure out who it was. It couldn't have been Tyler, she wold enough figured it out by now if it were. She began to mentally list people she knew who could have helped her. Her father maybe, but she hadn't seen him since she was six, probably younger since he'd gone to prison for life or something like that. Her mother was definitely incapable of such a task and probably wouldn't care about her daughter either way, she hadn't cared for the other one.
It was possible that it was her brother, but ther was one more contender on that list. But he was shot, he's dead or at least close to it anyway. There's no way that...Drew let the thought trail off before she could finish it. It didn't belong in her mind and she didn't want to think about him anymore. The sound of a loud pop rang through her ears, coming from her memories. It sent a shudder down her spine as a reminder, but of what, she still wasn't clear.
Before she knew it, about another half hour had pasted and she realized she was where she had been headed. Drew began looking around for a tree trunk where a plain branch to others lay above the ground, but to her, it's natural gnarled extension was the mark to a digging sight. She moved the branch over and began to dig in the ground. She pulled out a box after about ten minutes and opened the metal container. It was large enough to fit two baseballs inside, but smaller than a football and was made out of a rather old looking box. She opened it and inside was three pairs of latex gloves, and a few cleaning supplies in small bottles some commonly found in an average household, a few, not so much. There were also a few cotton balls and swaps and another pocket knife. Drew lied about one thing, there was one person who knew she still existed and they knew where to meet her as well, only the thing was, she knew he wasn't coming. So drew had to do this alone, but before she could she felt a sharp pain suddenly come from her ankle when she stood up and took a few steps forward.
She had stepped into a small whole, not much deeper that two inches, but to one not expecting it there, it could cause a bit of damage. She let out a small shriek of pain and sat on the ground, today, really just wasn't her day. She reached down to the bandages, carefully unwrapping them, wincing with every movement her ankle felt around it. She had re-injured her already sprained ankle and broke the splint when she tripped. Looked like her trip just extended about another hour or so. "That boy is never going to let me leave the house again." she thought aloud, referring to Tyler who had seemed already too hesitant to let her leave.
{So so so sori for the extremely long post. I'm not sure what I'm going to do though... And sori about the rush in my last post. I had to go before I could truly finish it.}
