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The Journal of Chris Williams - 2. Journal 2
Journal entry 2:
When I first showed up here by myself, I thought I was going to be turned away–or worse. I checked in at the pack offices and reported immediately to the alpha. He had me explain what Michael had done when we parted ways. I told Alpha Jennings how he suggested we go on some random camping trip instead of driving straight through to Columbia River. How we fought about me no longer willing to follow him when I refused. And how I finally blew up over everything we’d done. For all the bullshit we pulled over the years and for the way I let him treat me all that time. I described how after having enough of everything involving Michael I punched him as hard as I could, got into my car, and left him in a cloud of dust. All I wanted was to get back on the road to head here. I probably should have called in and said Michael did a runner, but at the time I was just glad to be rid of him. The ankle monitoring company should have called it in anyways. I was actually happy I could make the cross country drive without him around. When I left him in that parking lot, the idea of being in the same pack with him turned my stomach. I hoped I’d never see him again. A part of me even wished he’d end up getting hunted down and dealt with.
Alpha Jennings was at first hopeful Michael would turn up in a few days. He thought maybe it was a simple matter of acting out and rebelling against being told what to do by his father. Basically, a teenager throwing one last tantrum before giving in. I kind of thought the same thing and when he realized he had nowhere else to go, he would turn up. Most likely with some lame excuse for why he was late in arriving. He could have easily blamed the delay on that obnoxious Mercedes of his breaking down again. Who lets their bratty-ass, bitch of a kid pick out a top of the line Mercedes AMG SUV as their high school graduation present? That last bit is just a random off-topic thought and is in no way intended as disrespect towards Alpha Stockdale. Given the disrespect I’ve shown him in the past I want to be crystal clear here.
It soon became obvious Michael wasn’t going to turn up. I honestly think sending us to drive cross country with only a GPS monitor on our ankle was a test to see if our lives were worth sparing. With everything we did, there should have been an escort with each of us. I don’t know what was happening behind the scenes with regard to Michael running off. My only involvement was to be interviewed several times by members of the pack leadership about what happened, what was said, and the last time I saw him. I think they wanted to see if my story changed at all, but thankfully the truth doesn’t change. I held nothing back and answered any question they put to me. I even volunteered any additional information I could think of, no matter how small, just to show I was being cooperative.
It wasn’t until a few days later when the pack’s enforcer showed up at my apartment that things seemed to take a turn for the worse. I was told they needed to search my car as there might be some problem. I had been honest about everything I knew and couldn’t figure out what problem might involve my car. It had been sitting in the same parking spot since I arrived here. During their search, they found Michael’s ankle monitor hidden in my trunk. I don’t know when he managed to put it there or how that bastard got it off without triggering an alert. He planted it where I wouldn’t find it. It wasn’t easy for the investigators to find either. They practically had to pull out everything in the trunk. He rigged it so it was continually getting charged since a low battery sets off an alarm with the monitoring company. I know, because I forgot to plug mine in once and got a warning call from the company to charge it or risk forfeiting my home confinement.
It was Alpha Jennings who came to me after they finished processing my car. He explained they found Michael’s GPS tracker in my trunk. He explained the monitoring company had pinpointed Michael’s location as being where my car was sitting. That was why they needed to search it. I was so afraid they would think I was involved in helping him get away. The alpha was fair and the investigation into what might have happened went quickly. They pointed out it would have been much easier to get the ankle monitor hidden than it would have been to find. He seemed to believe what I told him. I sat before the man with my head in my hands, repeating, “This can’t be happening.” Panic set in over what this might mean for my own fate. Thankfully wolves can usually pick up the scent or other indicators of when someone is lying. Especially from a terrified wolf like me. They knew I was being honest about not knowing anything. Even if I wanted to lie to anyone here, I’m too scared of losing what little of a new home I have to risk it. I am not going to screw up this chance I was given to come here. I promised my mom I would make a new life and get a fresh start. I don’t ever want to go back to the kind of person I was that got me exiled.
It was the panic attack I had from the GPS monitor being found in my car that led to my first session with the shrink. Yes, I know you hate being called that, but the way you cringed when I first said it made me smile a little. I promise not to call you that in person. I didn’t realize just how badly I needed help before all this hit. I thought I could deal with what I’m going through on my own. If this scared shell of a wolf I am now is what I need to be to get rid of that self absorbed, arrogant, cocky bastard I was in my old life, I will take being scared for my life since it means I still have a life to be scared about.
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