Saving Nicole

Chapter 28: A Week

Dallas's POV
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It's been a week. A week since I last saw Nicole. I'm dying inside. She hasn't come over to my house. For. A. Week.

It seems she has agreed to her father's deal, something that I would have disagreed on. I can't see her. I can't talk to her. I can't text her. I can't call her. And when I try, my messages don't go through. She's blocked me. School starts soon so she'll have to talk to me. Right? Right?

It feels like every day my heart shrinks in inch. I snap more at my mum. I loose my temper more easily. I barely get any sleep at night.

The first day, when I came home a week ago from her house, my mum was looking at me funny the whole rest of the day. That night, she asked me what had happened and where Nicole was. I didn't answer and that's all she needed to hear.

Thank goodness my father didn't know. He hasn't been home ironically for a week either. But if he knew, either he would be very angry( never get an Alpha angry. Learned that the hard way), or he would think of me as weak for not being able to carry on like usual.

I think he would be more angry due to the fact taking away a wolf's Mate is a major blow and a very low act. Had Spencer been in my Pack, he would have been exiled.

And suddenly, I know what I need to do. I have to see her again.

Opening my bedroom door, I walk through the long hallways of my house to the marble stairs. I don't make a sound as I descend them and quickly turn the corner to the front door.

My mother knows that Spencer would kill me if I went over there. She wouldn't want me to go. But she knew that me not seeing Nic was impossible, too, so she promised we would find a way. So Mum cannot know.

I'm a foot from the door, reaching for the cool knob.

"Where are you going?" I turn around with a flinch to meet silver eyes rather than the green ones I was expecting to see. This is worse than confronting Mum.

As soon as I turn, my father's eyes seem to examine me, lingering on my face where I know the bags remain. His silver eyes seem to become darker and darker each passing second.

I shove my hands in the wide pockets of my sweatshirt, ducking my head with a jerk.

"Why do you have bags under your eyes, Dallas?" When I don't answer, I feel his condescending gaze boring into me. "Dallas. Answer me." He commands.

"I'm going to see Nicole." I say quietly before turning to the door again and with a fast tug, it's open, and I basically run through.

The pieces fit together for my father, who's way too smart to be fooled.

"You haven't seen her for awhile, have you?" And then he's in front of me, grabbing my chin gently with his warm fingers, forcing me to look up at him with my scarred eyes. "He found out, didn't he?" I don't answer as I feel my eyes grow misty. "You can't see her, can you?" Again, I don't answer, knowledgable of my rough voice going to be unable to keep the emotion from my voice. My eyes become foggy and wet. I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry in front of my father. I am fifteen. I will not cry.

He engulfs me in a hug, surprising me. My father isn't usually a touchy-feely person unless it's hugging my mum. He leans down slightly, whispering in my ear. "We will get her back. I promise."

"He was going to kill me. But Nicole promised she would never talk or see me again if he let me live." My father pulls away sharply, saying a long string of curses.

"You can't go see her, Dal. Not today. I hate seeing you like this and I know it's painful and it hurts, but he will kill you and you are not full grown yet. You aren't that strong yet. Dal, you have to wait." I wish I didn't say anything. "I will not loose another son."