Index was once a small and close-knit community, but the town located on the western side of Washington state has grown in recent years beyond anyone's expectations. It is the ideal place for those who work in Seattle but can't afford the city's high real estate prices, and for others the natural beauty attracts them to the town. And Index truly is a beautiful place - surrounded by thick evergreen trees, tall mountains and glistening rivers and lakes. While weather is typically rainy with overcast skies even this does nothing to take away from the beauty of the town, and it is only highlighted further when the heavy snow graces the town and caps the mountains in winter. To many, Index would seem like a paradise. And yet lurking beneath this visual beauty there is more to this town than anyone might ever imagine...

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Vincent Sawyer Byrne | Wolf; Pack Master/Alpha

Posted on Mon Aug 31, 2015 10:11 pm

''Where is it you stupid fuck?!'' That was my alarm on this fucking fine day. My eyes shot open and moved towards my doorway. Lo-? I rubbed my eyes, unsure if what I was seeing was real. Logan? I hadn't seen him in months. Last I heard he was going to some funeral, and he just never came back. His phone went straight to voicemail, he was just gone. Fuck I thought he bailed. ''Get the fuck up!'' His foot kicked my dresser and knocked my glass of water to the floor. WHAT THE FUCK MAN? I jumped out of bed to pick it up, but it had already filled the hole of my dad's guitar. Stupid fuck! I tried to reach for it but he shoved me back. ''The fucking violin! Where the fuck is it!?'' - Fuck you I don't even know what you're fucking talking about, go fuck off! In the heat of the moment, I sincerely believed it. I didn't know what he was talking about, then it hit me. You mean Penny's? It was written all over my face...

''YOU FUCKING IDIOT!'' He immediately planted his fist into the side of my jaw. I was floored, mentally and physically. I'd never, ever, in my entire life seen him like this. He was the kind of guy you could put cat shit into his cheerios and he'd laugh. He didn't get pissed over anything, not at this level anyway. I rubbed my jaw and struggled to get back to my feet. I don't fucking know dude, I swear. I lied as sincerely as I possibly could. But it didn't matter, he moved to hit me again but I grabbed his arm and shoved him against the doorway. FUCKING STOP! I yelled, as I held him there. I don't fucking know where it is dude! He kicked me back, and at this point I was fucking pissed. My eyes were glowing and I was just fucking gone. Maybe it was a combination of anger and fuck I don't know... Fear, this wasn't fucking Logan. I moved forward to hit him back, and he rolled out of the way, grabbing my shotgun from beside the door frame. It wasn't the sound of those two clicks, telling me he had a round in the chamber. Fuck no, it was the look in his eyes. The look that told me he really fucking would shoot me if I didn't say or do the right thing, that's what got to me the most.

I put my hands up and slowly straightened out. Put the fucking gun down Logan. Don't be stupid. - ''I don't think you're the one calling the shots here.'' Fuck, in any other moment we both would have fucking laughed at that... The corners of my mouth began turning upwards, but his expression didn't change, and mine fell flat again. It's gone. I admitted. I thought you were gone dude, I thought you fucking bailed. So I moved your shit out of that room to rent it out and fuck I don't know. One thing lead to another and some of your boxes got trashed. But fuck man, you can't blame me for that, it's not like I fucking set out to send your shit to the dump. He just looked at me, but his angry expression just morphed into... Fuck I don't know, something miserable. Something fucking painful like I'd just stuck the knife in and twisted. ''You're fucking stupid. A stupid fucking drunk just like your fucking dad. You probably got fucking trashed as fucking usual, that's what fucking happened! So yeah, it is your fault you dumb piece of shit!'' He immediately sprung the round from the chamber and tossed the shotgun towards me. The force of it was... Fuck, it was almost superhuman, it sent me back onto my bed, and when I sat up, he was gone...


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