Embarrassing didn't even begin to describe it.

In my moment of uncontrollable sadness, I had thrown my arms around his neck. Scar stiffened. I was too scared to let go now that I had done it, but he seemed to be choking from my death grip. I felt him pat the top of my head slowly, like he didn't know what else to do.

I unlocked my arms and sat back, redder than a tomato. Scar smiled half-heartily. I cleared my throat. The onesie felt suffocating now. I pushed the hat back, looking anywhere but him.

"Remind me to never tell you my life story again."

I patted his nose in agreement. He swatted it away angrily and sat back.

"So what are you going to do now?" I asked, moving back to rest against the footbridge. It only seemed natural to ask him that. I didn't dare ask any questions about what he had said before. Scar had a horrible past, and I knew if I opened my mouth then I would just make things worse. Or I might just start telling him facts about wolves.

Scar shrugged. "I don't know. Do what I planned, I guess. Get the money, go to Chicago, and pay them back. If I'm lucky, then I might leave alive. If not...well, it's not like I have something to live for. My parents are dead, my sister was never found, and I'm guessing she's dead too. And you...." he trailed off, leaving the sentence hanging in the air.

I hugged my knees, content with the silence. Scar didn't seem to have anything more to say, although he was probably regretting telling me all that. He probably thought I was judging him, but to be honest I really wasn't. Scar wasn't a bad person. He just had a horrible past that made him this way. Anyone would be cold and so shut off from caring if they had been through the same thing.

He took the hot chocolate off the bedside table and handed it to me. I said a quiet thanks and took a sip of the cold liquid. For some strange reason, it tasted slightly bitter. I took another sip. It was even worse. Feeling a hint of apprehension rolling down my spine, I put it down. I looked up at Scar, who was watching me closely.

"W-What did you do?" I whispered, feeling a little bit dizzy. I put my hands over my eyes, trying to rid myself of the shaking feeling. My stomach was in twists, and I felt nauseous. Should I start panicking now?

"Scar?" My voice sounded faint even to me, like I was hearing someone else talk from a distance. There was a soft pinch in my thigh. I brushed it away with a yelp, feeling something warm slide down.

Did he just inject me with something?

Oh yeah. Definitely time to flip out.

"Scar, what did you do?" I shrieked, barely able to stay upright. I forced myself to open my sleepy eyes to look at him. My heart leaped up to my throat. His dark eyes were emotionless, his lips in a thin white line. I felt my flailing arms knock something over. A sound like water was rushing through my ears, flowering a headache in the back of my brain.

I tried to stumble up, but my balance was lost. Whatever Scar had drugged me with was slowly starting to make its full effect. I tried again, managing to get off the bed. Scar didn't move from his spot, watching me silently as I struggled to clear my mind.

The carpeted ground was tilting, and my vision was swirling. I held onto the whatever I could grab at. It was like my body was shutting down, which I guessed it was. Why else would Scar hand me the drink so nicely? I should've known he would do something like this.

Seconds felt like hours. I could see the door, but in 3 places at once. My vision was rocky, making my balance even worse now that I was drugged. I couldn't feel anything. My legs felt like cement blocks. The ground whirled up at me. Before I could crash down, a strong pair of arms wrapped around my waist. Just as I was about to lose consciousness, I heard someone whisper.

"I'm sorry, kitten."'

* * * *

When I woke up, I felt no pain. Just nothing at all. My mind was a complete blank. There was a wonderful feeling in my stomach, like I had drank something soft and warm and ticklish. Slowly but surely, my vision came back with a rushing of colorful circles.

My eyes widened, letting the light in. A scream left my lips. I could tell the place I was on was unfamiliar, making a dizzying sensation flutter through. The wonderful feeling left me, leaving me with a stomach full of fear and shock.

I sat up, head throbbing with the rush of blood. The first thing I saw was a gray furry ball sitting on the foot of the bed. I stared. The room I was in looked almost fake. There was a white bureau with golden accents. The wallpaper had curling roses running along vines, and the bed I was in was hard and firm, covered with blue sheets.

I moved my feet away from the gray ball. Inching closer, I cautiously poked it. A soft mewl came from it. I sneezed loudly, earning a soft screech from the thing.

It was a little gray kitten.

A kitten.

A freaking kitten.

And I was allergic to fur.

I sneezed again, scrambling out of bed. Water gathered in my eyes. There was a soft tickle in my nose again. Sneezing uncontrollably, I grabbed a pillow and held my nose. The kitten sat up, letting out an adorable yawn. It even had little teeth that looked like fangs. The thing started walking to the edge of the bed, looking around cautiously. I wanted to pick it up so badly, but my sneezing only got worse.

The door suddenly opened. Scar walked in, hair dripping wet. I froze.

"Scar, why is there a cat on the bed?" I shrieked. "I'm allergic to fur!"

"Oh shit, you are?" he mumbled, hurrying over. He picked it up and walked out for a moment, then returned without it in his hands. I threw the pillow back onto the bed and crossed my arms.

"Care to explain?"

"Explain what?" he asked nonchalantly, walking over to the mirror. I seethed silently, watching him fix his hair by running his fingers through it a couple times. Scar looked back at my reflection and sighed.

"How'd you like your first experience of Dragon Breath?"

My mouth dropped open. "You put drugs in me?" I shrieked, jumping onto the bed. "Scar! Why the hell would you do something like that! I made a promise to my father that I would never do drugs. And Dragon Breath? Are you kidding? You should know best how bad it is, you freaking told me! Oh my God, what if I get addicted now? What if I start to become like you, a drug-addled-"

"Kitten."

"What if I can't stop doing it now? I mean, it's already been in my body. What if my brain decided to use it again? What if I can't control what my brain says? I mean, half the time I don't even listen to my brain. Oh God, I've done it now. My life is over, and it's all because of you! God, I hate you Scar. I wish I never met you. Do you even know how simple my life was before you came in? You can't just freaking sedate me with a dangerous drug and kidnap me. Where the hell are we even? I'm going to sue you. I'm going to poison your tea. I will freaking stab you in your sleep." I shrieked, near hysterics now. I picked up a pillow and chucked it at his handsome face. He caught it easily and smiled.

"You never fail to amuse me. That's another reason I brought you along." Scar said, taking a seat on the bed. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me down beside him.

"Well, thanks!" I spat, hitting the back of his head with another pillow. There was quite the collection on the bed anyways. Scar chuckled and grabbed it. To my surprise, he put the pillow on my lap and laid down on it.

"Get off me, you idiot!" I yelped, trying to squirm away. When I saw that he wouldn't move, I sighed. "Where are we, Scar?"

"Chicago."

"You freaking dragged me to Chicago?!"

"Yep."

I rubbed my temples, feeling his eyes follow my every movement. We were way too close for my liking. I thanked my lucky stars that there was a pillow between his head and my lap, because that would have been awkward if there wasn't one.

"Why?" I asked calmly, even though I felt anything but.

"I need to pay the Bratva back. And I wanted you to come along." he announced.

"Okay. But why do I need to be there?"

"Like I said, you amuse me. Besides, why do you make your life so generic? There's more to life than your stupid books or nerdy movies. I just want to show you what real fun is like. Haven't you ever wanted to do something crazy, be a rebel in your goody two-shoed life? Really kitten. Let loose and do some crazy shit sometime." Scar said.

I mulled over what he said. It was true that I didn't have much experience in life. I had never had a teenage rebellion, done anything wild. The craziest thing I had ever done in my life was to dye my hair with that ombre thing, which I had regretted a few weeks later. Now that I thought about it, my life was pretty pathetic. But it still wasn't an open invitation for Scar to butt his beautiful face in and mess it all up. It bothered me a bit that he didn't care what I wanted.

"But what if I don't want to, Scar?" I mumbled quietly. "What if I want to keep that generic life? Have you ever thought about that?"

Scar pushed himself and propped up on one elbow. "Yes, but I know that you'd never do anything wild. It's not in your nature. Everyone needs a friend that forces their life upside down. That's the difference between you and me. I live life without giving two shits, and you do whatever your father tells you."

"But that's not your decision to make!" I argued, moving away. I could feel his breath on my face from where I sat, and it made talking to him more scarier. As much as I hated to admit it, he still had his butterfly effect on me. I idly wondered if I did the same to him, but quickly pushed the thought out of my head. We were nothing more than friends. Nora, remember?

"Too late, kitten." he smirked, getting up. "Get dressed."

"Why, where are we going?"

"We're going to have some fun."