Romans & histoires Go Away Green

The cries of outrage were deafening. "Scumbag! Beast! He's heartless after everything Ms. Walsh has been through!" I could hear her crying over the phone, broken and desperate. "Jayden… do we really have to go this far?" I chuckled, ensuring my voice carried over the din. "Of course. We're not just divorcing. I will reclaim every property, stock, and fund I ever gave you. Not a single cent will remain. From now on, we will go our separate ways."

"Do you need us to call Ashton here, sweetie?" "Um no." I said, wiping a tear. "We- we broke up." The room became quiet. "Caleb," dad said. "Bring the shovel. We've got... some business to do." Caleb nodded. "Yeah, we do." And that, ladies and gentlemen, was how I gained a hatred for forest green eyes. But hey, I read somewhere that only 2% of the world's population had green eyes, so there might be a very little chance that I see another one again.

It was mid-Feburary and the leaves had started to change from it's greeny nature to a slightly light brown, kinda carton colour nature. It was Saturday, so we didn't really have much to do. After the oh-so-dramatic breakfast in the morning and the phone call with Zacks mum, we decided to go grocery shopping since I would be staying a while. So, there we were in the mall heading towards the grocery section with I, pushing the trolley and Zack, at the back like a protective boyfriend/bodyguard. We each had different yet similar tastes so as we walked, we put whatever we liked in the cart.

"Shh child we are here for you. We have made the arrangements within an hour the two of you will be discharged and we will send your parents back to the moon goddess." I get a mind link from Sam. Just go with it for now. Dean is aware of the situation, and we are working on a plan to get you out to his pack. "Thank you aunty Annebelle." Within the hour Sam and I were discharged, and we went to the pack house at the back the omegas had done a lovely job regards to funeral arrangements. Goddess, I know what awaits me if I stay in this pack, please moon goddess help me escape.

I wish my feelings and thoughts could drift away as easily. "Ah, shit!" Tom's voice pulls my mind away from the drifting smoke. "What's wrong?" He doesn't say anything, just points towards the front window. I follow where his eyes are going until I see what he does. "Ah, bitch shit!" Just a few seconds later there is a knock on both of our windows and I cringe. I feel like a school kid about to get scolded. Maybe I can pretend I'm invisible like a child does. Maybe that can work for me.