5. Good Liar

                                    

                                          
Running through the forest, my heart starts pounding out of control. There are two of those over sized wolves in this forest? Does this mean they have a pack? But a pack needs females, so there must be more! Seriously, can't I catch a break! First the red one with a black streak down its side, then the brown one. Where did they come from?
                          
But I have to admit, there was something strange about the both of them. The way they acted wasn't like the wolves I've learned about, or watched in documentaries. Wolves attack in packs, and they rarely attack humans. These wolves should have had the urge to chase after me, and yet I don't hear anything. They act almost domesticated.
                          
This is so confusing! 
                          
There's something up with them, that's for sure. Not to mention there must be something wrong with me. Why did everything go fuzzy for a moment there, and why was Grayson's voice talking to someone in my head?
                          
When I finally make it back to the grey road, a sigh of relief comes from my mouth. I strain to listen behind me, and luckily I don't hear the sound of paws following me. Again I wonder why they aren't chasing.
                          
"Ha! I knew I didn't taste good enough to eat!" I chuckle to myself under my breath, a small smile finally coming back on my face. Tension slowly leaves my body.
                          
I start to jog back down the side of the road, my feet making small crunching sounds on the gravel. I look up and see that the clouds are starting to get darker, and curse under my breath softly. I don't want to get caught out in the rain again.  
                          
Street fighting built up my cardiovascular and muscle strength. I would have been good at track back in America, if I tried out.
                          
I shake my head at my thoughts. Now's not the time to be thinking back on my life. School wasn't the most pleasurable, but it was better than being cooped up at home with Karol.
                          
Although, for some strange reason, I miss street fighting. I miss the adrenaline boost it gave me, the way my life balanced on the edge. I miss the rush it gave me, and the way I only had to rely on myself, and myself alone. It's like I became addicted to that as well. Probably not the best thing to do. Why couldn't I have liked something easier?
                          
I sigh, frowning. I need to leave that old life behind; it's not a healthy life to be living. It's not healthy to do street fighting, or to be abused by your own mother. I need to just... forget about it. It's something that was my past, and won't be my future.  
                          
When my house finally comes into view, I stop around the corner. I look down into a puddle. Yes, I am checking my reflection in the murky water.
                          
I tuck the hair that is falling wildly around my face behind my ears, and scrub my face clean of any mud that has happened to get stuck there. I shrug my hood off and shake it out, getting the dirt off it, before patting it down and getting the dried mud off. Pulling it back on, I make sure to keep the hood down around my shoulders.
                          
I huff out a breath, and continue towards my house with my hands in my pockets as if nothing ever happened. Might as well pretend in front of Grayson. I hate making him worry.
                          
So nothing happened, that's what I'm telling myself. 
                          
I slip in the door quietly, hoping Grayson has fallen asleep. Whenever I would come in from school, if I woke Karol up she would beat me. It's second nature to be quiet. 
                          
"Where were you?" Grayson's stiff voice asks from the lounge room. 
                          
Wincing, I shut the front door and whirl around to face him. Heading into the lounge room, I press against the doorway and keep an impassive face. Just pretend, Destiny.