Okay… here is the next chapter.
! or line :time change
" ": dialogue
'Bold': thoughts
'Italic': Ciarnan's words of wisdom
!Italic, underlined !: witch message
'A Little Bit of Freedom'
Staring at the wall, I remained in the fetal position I had chosen when I arrived in the taxi. That was three days ago. I entered the house with a tear-stained face and made a beeline for my 'room.' My father had never answered the phone nor had he even bothered to call afterwards. Since then, I have ignored every attempt Cal and Serene have made to get me out of the room or eat. I remained stoic in my room wallowing in my solace. Thoughts came and went, although none quelled the anger, anguish, and feelings of abandonment that plagued me.
Watching the colors of the sunset splashing against my wall, I finally sat up. I took a good look around the room that they called mine when I arrived at this goddess-forsaken house. It was barren and empty, nothing seemingly different from before I arrived. The room had a dresser located on the wall across from my bed that had a window that gave a view of a strong oak tree and two closet doors, finally on the forth wall, of which my bed was against, was the door that led out to the hallway, to a place beyond comfort, to reality.
I turned to stare longingly out the window. Back in Scotland, there was a protected forest where I could run freely as a wolf, although father never knew. I loved the feeling the wind brought to my wolf self and all the scents that assaulted my sensitive nose. It was as though I was in a new world every time. There was a forest a bit past this house, but I knew it was small and would eventually lead me to civilians where there was a chance I could be shot or kill someone. Eh, I chanced it.
Shedding my clothing, I opened the window and looked down to the land below. I was only two stories up; I could make it without a scratch. Jumping out, I shape shifted and landed on my forepaws. Turning towards the promising freedom of the trees, I ran as fast as I could, letting my animal instincts take over. Some hours later, I realized that I did not know which way to get back to Cal's house. My muscles were aching and my magick was week from the transformation. I desperately needed to rest. Lying on a pile of leaves hidden by a tree, I rested my legs and closed my eyes. As I felt my consciousness leave me, a near-by scent caught my nose. It was only after my eyes had finally closed I realized that it was familiar. One last coherent thought ran through my mind. 'Oh goddess, not him, not now…'
Yes, I know it is short, but it is all I can provide for now. I am sorry. I'll try to write again soon.