Storm of Lies

Intro

*** “Dear diary, ugh nope that’s not it, um welcome to the sh*t show it is now day three of my daily writing requirements. I’m supposed to be self reflecting. Whatever the f*ck that means. Mainly I feel like it’s an excuse for the b*tch that’s sitting across from me to “write” notes down about how I’m progressing in my journey. I’m pretty sure when I looked though I saw the words bread and salad so either dieting is next or she’s definitely making a grocery list.

Whatever I don’t really mind I guess it passes the time and keeps her from asking me dumb questions. Such as…. “How are you doing today?” “ what thoughts are you struggling with today?” Well Brenda….. I hate the fact that I woke up today and well I’m struggling with the thoughts of well everything. My mind is a lot like a bowl of spaghetti, tangled all together and nothing ever really has an end or beginning, just one massive continuous thought that never shuts the f*ck up.

I actually don’t mind sitting here writing down my thoughts. It’s kinda like having a conversation with your best friends, I guess. I don’t really have a lot of friends, at least none that I would be comfortable enough to be this real with. My parents are forcing me to attend therapy, they some how pulled that one off. Probably the judge is a part of the pack and did it as a favor to my parents. Yep, you read that right….pack. My parents are the great alpha Jack and the beautiful Luna Grace. Leaders of the influential and powerful Silver Moon Pack.

Not that that means a whole lot here in the real world. Shocker alert! Werewolf’s are real! It’s not really much of a secret I guess, I mean I can’t walk into Ulta and bear my fangs if the lady at the checkout won’t honor my coupon but I mean we don’t live in fear for the most part. Of course you have your hunters, vampires, witches and anyone of those can be dangerous if you piss one off but my life isn’t that much different than any other girl.

Don’t get me wrong I’m not like most girls, I mean besides the fangs and the fact that I grow hair literally everywhere….well I mean I guess some humans have that problem and not even the perks to come with it. That would suck I guess. See what I mean, like I was saying before one giant bowl of spaghetti with no real end or beginning just kinda like my brain barfed on the page. I suppose my English teacher would call it rough draft word vomit.

Ooooo speaking of Mr. Landry I cou ***

“ Scarlet dear, I believe that’s all the time we have for today. Perhaps you would want to finish writing at home, maybe get a head start for our next session?”

I looked up from my frantic writing * I was just getting to the juicy stuff* I was annoyed with her inconvenient timing but decided it was better to play it nice.

“ Of course Miss. Jones, I think we had some really good progress today” I said, forcing a sweet smile onto my face.

I hated being here, but I knew this was the last straw with my parents and while I did love to push the boundaries. I needed to walk this line very carefully till I could get back into their good graces.

I threw my journal and pen in my bag, zipped it up and grabbed my water bottle from the floor. I got up and started to walk out, turning around only to glance at my “therapist” confirming my suspicions.

Miss Jones’s wasn’t a large woman or a small woman, she fell somewhere in between, slightly shorter than me, big blue bug eyes almost like those of a cartoon and what looked like long dark brown hair but I could never tell it was always in a clip. She was the packs therapist and had seen almost every member and she was widely known as the beautiful lone wolf. Despite never finding her mate, or never really searching for hers she was surprisingly happy for the most part.

As I caught a glimpse of her on my way out she was putting down the papers she had been writing on. Super wolf sight definitely came in handy

*bread

* milk

* greens for salad

* WINE

*That b*tch! I knew it! She definitely had been writing a damn grocery list, so much for therapy changing lives mother. She’s basically a paid listener*

I huffed as I rushed out the front door that emptied me in to the hustling city. Taking a deep breath smelling the fresh bread from the bakery down the road, one of my favorite smells, I started my long walk to where I had found parking a couple hours before.