The Right Girl

AUDREY “It is not YOU we don't trust Audrey, it is everyone else." My mother soothed from across the table.  She is wrong; it is me they shouldn't trust. I rolled my eyes and leaned my head on the table; it's always the same talk. ALWAYS! And as per usual, I don't care anymore this week, than I did last week.  "Don't roll your eyes at us Audrey, we care, you could have died this time." His voice is strained, he sounds tired.  I think he is possibly stretching the truth, it wasn't that bad. “Well, what do you have to say for yourself this time?" My father’s voice boomed I lifted my head off the table to glare at him. “I slipped" I quipped.  “Slipped and what, fell face first into a pile of drugs?" His arms were thrashing around; his neck was turning a nasty shade of lobster red. I was making him mad and I just didn't care.  “Oh no, I took the drugs willingly, it was the water I slipped into, I didn't plan that part." I am such a sucker for punishment; I do this all the time. I really should learn to keep my mouth shut. I gripped my hands on my lap, waiting for the outburst that was sure to come. His face softened, a demonic chuckle escaping from his lips. “I give up; you are going to live with your grandparents. Good luck with that princess." " NO DAD." I yelled out as I shot up off my chair. He didn't even look back.  I looked at my mum; silent tears were sliding down her cheeks. “Mum?" I whispered.  “No, Audrey, just don't, go and pack."  Apparently it only takes 12 hours to book a plane ticket, pack your crap and organize a new life across the country. f*****g fantastic. I love the smell of a good cult life in the morning. Yep, they live in some cult compound out in the middle of bum f**k nowhere. Sounds like a real good time. I don't do religion and I don't do cult, I guess dear old Grammy and Pappy are going to have fun with this wild child.  I am a lot different to the little girl they saw 7 years ago. I was 10 then, I hadn't been corrupted by life. I was sweet and had prospects of going places. Anyway, it's happening now, the plane is up and I am napping this hangover off.   The cold wind whips around my ankles as I cross the tarmac, sending a chill through my whole body. I wish I could say it was just the wind but it wasn't, I have felt restless the whole plane ride, anxious even. A feeling like something was going to happen; I just can't quiet put my finger on it. I looked around searching the crowd for my grandparent’s familiar faces. Nowhere to be seen. The crowd began to disperse and I was left clutching 2 suitcases waiting to start a new life, with no lift. Can this get any better?  The screeching of tires and slamming of doors pulled me from my thoughts. “Audrey?" He puffed as he ran around to collect my bag. “Well I don't see who else I could be, I am the only person here."  " I am so sorry, I got caught up with the Al... With my boss an...."  " I actually don't care, where are my Grandparents?"  " They sent me, my name is Dillion. I work for your grandfather."  " Uh huh." I scoffed pushing my way past him, sliding into the front seat and slamming the door behind me. I watched as he hurried to the drivers side, sliding in and shifting the car into drive. I didn't expect a parade, but I expected my grandparents to be here to greet me. I mean it's been 7 years! Maybe they are also us unimpressed by this move as I am.   ”Good flight." He chuckled nervously. Maybe he could sense my distaste for him already. Well no, not for him, for my situation. I am a disgruntled teen, sue me!  “Uneventful flight, long ass wait for a lift though." I shot back.  “Yep, cool story girl."  And that was it; the rest of the ride remained silent. I can't help but think I may have pushed too far, damn this internal monologue that is always playing in my head. Tomorrow is a new day and I will see what I am in for then.  He stopped the car at the large iron gates and pressed the buzzer.  ”Name" the fuzzy voice cracked.  “Dillon" I didn't notice before how strong and masculine his voice was. It was kind of hot. I peeked out the corner of my eye, watching him, how is muscles flexed and moved, how his nose scrunched up as he concentrated on the road ahead, and the corner of his lips curving up into a smirk. s**t, I have been sprung.  “I can see you; you aren't as subtle as you think." He laughed.  Speechless is what he left me. Me, Audrey Jones. I was never speechless and here I am turning my back to conceal the colour of my cheeks.  “If it makes you feel any better I only noticed because I was checking you out." How sweet of him, he was trying to take some of my embarrassment and put it onto himself.  “Did you like what you saw?" I questioned. Raising my eyebrow and turning to face him once more.  " I didn't not like what I saw." "So how does this cult thing work?" I quickly change the subject; I can't handle this sort of conversation sober.  His deep laugh vibrated through my body and I feel the heat creeping into my cheeks again “A cult?" He spits out between laughs.   DILLION A Cult? That's funny. I am ugly laughing and I can see how uncomfortable it's making her, I just can't stop. I steady my breathing and turn to face her, she is stunning, and I have been taken off guard since her Grandpa showed me the picture of the mysterious girl I was picking up. Her eyes were the colour of honey and they were piercing into the side of my face with a vengeance.  “Ok, cute, but no. We aren't a cult. It's is however hard to explain and I am sure your Grandparent's will be sorting that out soon." Her face crinkled at this comment. I could see the cogs ticking over. I know it was elusive the way I had explained it but I am not sure what she knows and I am not blowing this cover. Noooo thank you!  "Cute?" she spits back “You think my genuine concerns are CUTE."  I am not well versed in dealing with angry girls, I am the shy kid who sits in the back of the class, I am a little awkward  " Ahhhh, yea, I guess so." I fumble with my words, I didn't want to lose my composure, but I have. I was hoping she would see me as the cool guy and I would have a chance. I guess it's not meant to be. She will probably see one of the ranked guys and swoon all over him. Forgetting me in an instant.  “UGH, how much further, I am done with this already." Has she given up fighting, Oh god please tell me this is her giving up. "5 more minutes" I huff out. I have lost my confidence and I can't even fake a cocky persona anymore.  "We’re 5 minutes out Alpha"  I link her grandfather. " Ah, perfect Dillon, great work. I hope she didn't give you too much trouble. We will be waiting out the front. Margie is so excited to see her." I could hear the excitement in his voice, everyone knew they hadn't seen her in years, but no one knew why. Mystery surrounded the Alphas wayward son and the family he took with him. Maybe having Audrey back would be what we needed to get the pack back on top. We use to be a strong, wealthy pack. It all went south when his only son, Graham up and left. It broke Alpha's heart and I guess his motivation to have a well run pack slid down the drain. With no one to take over, no one to impart his knowledge upon, he just stopped caring.  I have worked tirelessly to try and regain some kind of routine, soon he will announce me as the next in line and hopefully, it will restore our pack to its once mighty self.  “We’re here." I chirped as we pulled up to the large steps her mouth hung open as she took in the mammoth structure before her. It is impressive I must admit. Beautiful white stair case with flowers billowing over the rails, Beautiful double doors that open up into the pack house.  “This, this is where I will be staying." She splutters. " Indeed it is my dear."