Torment by Kate (the best motivational books txt) 📖

scar where he cut me the second time.
“You’re cloaking your scent why?” I looked at him dumbfounded. Did he not know that I was uncomfortable around this pack?
“Why is yours,” I shot back.Hesitantly I let go of cloaking my scent reveling my strawberry like sweetness.
“Allison,” he breathe taken aback. I was confused I thought he was talking about someone else. Ace was my best friend, when we were 3-7 years old. After alpha’s dad came and almost killed me Ace stopped coming. All of a sudden I was hit by a scent all so familiar, it smelt like forest and mint. It smelt like my Ace. I frowned, I miss Ace but surely the alpha wasn’t ace.
“Why do you smell like Ace,” I ask sadly, as I think back to him. I miss play tag in the meadow, having a growling fight, tackling each other, tickling contest.
“What do you mean? I am Ace,” he says uneasily. My eyes widen as I remember his eyes the same as my Ace’s eyes. I threw my arms around Ace and sobbed, not wanting to let go.
chapter two

He can’t be my Ace, my Ace wouldn’t be so crude to choke a girl just because she was getting her skateboard, and was scarred.
“You’re different,” I say with a frown plastered on my face. Slowly I release myself from Ace and rise from the bed. Walking out into the hall I walk into someone. Starring up at the person I say sorry then recognition flashed through me. He was there with Ace’s father, sadness flowed through me and I continued down the hall. After getting lost in the hall’s I saw a maid and called her over to me.
“I’m lost,” I admitted shyly.
“Where do you want to go,” she asked a bit annoyed and I felt offended.
“Away from here, so outside,” I told her and without another word she was leading me down the hall to a door. Relief filled me and I forgot to say thank you to the maid, I just ran out of the place. Ace, was the only thing my mind was wrapped around. How could he change so much, I asked myself. In the pit of my stomach something was off. My skateboard, I thought to myself sadly. Wishing I could get over all this sadness, I forget about my skateboard and head straight for my foster home. Why couldn’t I have died with my parents, I miss them more than anything in this mad, horrid, world. Sitting down on the pavement I watch as cars rolled past me and people drive past me no caring about the girl lonely on a street corner. No one would miss me if I left, right? Taking a pebble that was sitting along side of me I play with it in my hands. Throwing the pebble in the middle of the street I watch it get ran over. Lightly I fall back on my back and cover my eyes with my hands rubbing them. Why me, I scream in my head. Tears spill out of my eyes and every bone in my body ached. The scars running across my stomach soon joined in increasing the agonizing pain. My hand flew down to my stomach and I gripped it groaning in pain.
“Why do I always find you like this,” Ace asked me concern and worry feeling his words.
“Go away,” I told him through clenched teeth. I could feel his hurt like thick smoke covering me. Hearing his heavy footsteps on the pavement I knew he was walking away, and I automatically knew I regretted it. The pain stopped slowly and I grew confused. Why does that always happen when he’s around.

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Publication Date: 11-17-2011

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Dedication:
to my mother for giving me such a vivid imagination. >_< or was that my father's gene