Avice tossed a popcorn into her mouth as she stared at the wall, into space to be precised. Katherina, someone's mate who lived in the pack house had brought it for her out of kindness.
Avice didn't care to know if there was something poisonous inside. She was depressed and had too much to think about and maybe dying could solve them.
She adjusted on her bed, peeling her gaze off the wall and settling it on her phone screen. None of the people who promised to get back to her had called or messaged. It's been twenty-three hours since she got back from where she was rejected and accepted for work.
And seven hours since she got back from Rex's cabin. It was midnoon when she went to his cabin and she had begged him not to tell anyone who she actually was. People hated Eliana already, it'd only ignite their hatreds if he told them. And people hating her more than necessary was the least thing she wanted.
He collected his book before she even had the chance to open it. He was very strict about it. She only told Adeline about the part where he collected his book and she had thanked God he was in a good mood when he caught her.
"Have I been rejected in all nine wi—Wait, Email!" The popcorn flew out of her hand as she grabbed her phone, fiddling with it until she found the app. She had totally forgotten she added her email on the forms she filled in all the places she went. She had submitted her personal details and email was one of them.
"Fuck my damn life!" She jolted up from her bed when she saw three unread emails concerning her work. Some emailed her around seven in the morning and some around Nine in the morning. But there she was, standing around seven in the evening, staring down at her phone like a traumatic child who just missed a national test.
Avice rushed to her closet and yanked out a big hoodie which did nothing to cover her exposed thighs. It was big enough to cover the short skirt she was wearing though. But the night air was something she cared less about, getting to the places that had accepted her to tell them she just got discharged from a hospital she never went, was the only thing on her mind.
She ran to Adeline's room to tell her she was going out but she didn't see her. She planned to wait for her but her legs didn't let her. She ran down the stairs and bolted out of the door, her breathing short and fast. She swayed her head, hoping to catch her in sight or anyone who looked like Jordan but no one.
The hell!
Gripping her phone tighter in her hand, she took the left turn and ran as fast as her legs could take her. Surprisingly, she was really fast and swift. She came to a sudden halt that almost landed her on her face when she remembered how long it'd take her to get through the creepy forest.
"Fuck, I can't go through that shit again". Breathing heavily and turning three sixty degrees with her fingers buried in her hair, she shut her eyes as she thought of the places Adeline could be.
When she flicked her eyes open, she didn't open them because she knew where Adeline might be, she opened them because a brand new idea that could end up getting her killed slipped into her head.
Rex's motorbike.
Yes, she'd be thrown into the dungeon or whatever but she had to take it. Thankfully, one of her useless ex-boyfriends had taught her how to ride a bike.
"I'm sorry, Rex. I promise nothing will happen to your bike". She muttered as she raced to the store house where someone had directed her to. She went behind it and found the garage Adeline told her about. There were two cars, a red mustang and a a black Range rover, and beside it was the bike that could end her life if mishandled.
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"What the hell is she doing?!" A thick man voiced aloud as she rode past him. She also didn't know what she was doing. But she knew she was on a bike, riding towards the path meant for cars and bikes. She didn't want to concentrate on the wild expressions on the people's faces, it'd only worsen her anxiety.
Adrenaline pumped faster as the seven o'clock air dried the sweat on her forehead. She rode down the path, following it because she had no goddamn idea the way out of the woods. She bumped on a rock, jerking her off a bit before she tightened her grip on the hand clutch. The path wasn't smooth and she kept hoping she wouldn't lose her balance and end up six feet under.
Several minutes later after battling with bumps and rough path, the tyres hit the road before she even noticed and once again, she could breath properly. Sweat tickled down her back and she cursed herself for not wearing a helmet. The wind snatched couple of tears from her eyes and she closed them for a brief second.
When she opened them, she adjusted properly and squinted her eyes. It was dark already and the headlight was the only saviour illuminating the road. She refused to lose her concentration even if big trucks with monsterous headlights threatened to rob her sight.
Minutes later, she stopped in front of the first resturant but she only saw a girl locking the door. When she asked her where the boss was, she said her mother had gone home and she was just locking up for her.
Luckily, the remaining two were still actively taking customers and they told her not to worry after lying to them that she was feeling under the weather and just saw their emails. They told her to take the next day off and begin after. She thank them and left.
Avice hummed a distant song as she rode on the bike. She was going back to the pack to face her punishment for stealing his bike. Maybe this time, he'd tell everyone she wasn't Eliana. She still couldn't figure out why he had decided to keep her secret. And damn, she didn't want to know. He was probably cooking a wicked plan in his head. He was probably thinking of ways to use her to achieve his goals.
After spending several minutes on the road, she yawned as she veered into a thin path, already feeling sleepy. She bounced off the seat each time she hit a rock and would constantly pat her face. Her eyes were getting heavy but thankfully, a death voice in her head kept her awake. She was on Rex's bike. Nothing else mattered. Not even her life.
Suddenly a loud, heart stopping growl echoed in the woods, sending cold chills down her spine. After many seconds of waiting for the creepy sound again, she heard nothing.
"Are you hearing things now, Avice?" She asked herself, trying to get rid of the fear in her chest. It was dark and she could hardly see anything from afar. The headlight only illuminated the trees ahead of her and not things beside her.
Avice hummed loudly, making a hopeless effort to distract herself from her scary surrounding. Another growl echoed again, this time rough, angry and closer. She swallowed the remaining piece of song hanging in her throat as she increased her speed.
She was definitely not hearing things. It was real. And they were two. Avice's grip tightened around the clutch, not caring if the tyres burst from the constant ups and downs as she sped off.
They were near. Behind her. They were fast. She could feel the rage and the eyes at the back of her neck. Tension snatched the calmness on her shoulders and her grip began to flutter. Her heart pumped faster and she didn't know if the tears strolling down her cheeks was from the tension or the wind.
A yelp escaped her lips when something jumped on the bike from behind, only to fall down when she veered violently. It was an animal, a wolf and they weren't smelling nice. After their first failed attempt to push her off the bike and devour her, they tried again and again and succeeded in scratching her shoulders with both fangs and claws.
Avice started crying as death began to creep in. She cried aloud like a little child coveting her brother's belonging. She was beginning to lose her balance as tears clouded her eyes. She didn't even know where she was. She was just racing off to where ever. As long as it'd take her away from the monsters chasing her.
She attempted to scream for help but the fear sitting comfortably in her throat wouldn't let her. She was too scared to let out a scream.
Soon, she noticed the wolves were not growling behind her anymore. Were they tired? Were they taking a break? They were nowhere to be found.
But as Avice wanted to take a break from crying as well, a wolf from her left side charged towards her. Avice drew in a long shuddering breath as she closed her eyes, her hand subconsciously coming to cover her face.
The wolf bumped into the bike and sent it rolling down a cliff she didn't know was present on her right side. She jumped off the bike roughly and began to roll behind it. She rolled and rolled, her head banging against trees and her skin piercing from whatever sharp object was on the ground. She attempted to grab onto something that'd stop her from rolling along with the bike down the cliff but the object her hand caught snapped and left her to her brutal fate.
She almost passed out when she hit a rock embedded into the ground with her head, but for some reason, she stayed conscious and collected the pain. Dried leaves and sticks glued to her head, the blood sipping out of her head keeping the dirts glued to her head firmly.
By the time she stopped rolling and collided with the bike, blood spluttered out of her mouth and unto the bike that had now lost some parts. For a second, she wondered whether it'd be better to stab herself with something and die, or let the wolves eat her, or worse, let Rex dismember her for destroying his bike.
Weakly trying to stand up, she dragged the strands of hair away from her face as she rubbed the blood trying to enter her eyes away. Hot liquid slipped down the sides of her face and drip to the ground when they reached her chin.
Avice spat away the remaining blood in her mouth then squinted her eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness that plagued the already creepy forest.
As she stood on her feet, merely, she heard a ruffle from the cliff, getting nearer and nearer. Her heart picked up its speed as she turned, searching for where to hide.
Fuck! They could smell.
Avice raised her legs to run but ended up flat with her face buried in the ground. She couldn't run, her leg was....broken.
She lifted her face to take a look at her left leg and tears welled up in her eyes when she saw how bloody it was. She must have not noticed when falling down the long cliff but now, she could, because the pain had started registering.
And the wolf—no, the rouges were coming.