Alpha Dylan

Chapter 24 | I'm Not Leaving You

"Alright, we need to stop off and get some gas," announced Sawyer, pulling the hand break on and turning around in his seat, quickly giving Jared and I a once over.

I shifted in the seat uncomfortably, my handcuffs scraping against my wrists painfully, causing me to grit my teeth in pain.

"If you show me I can trust you, I'll loosen them," said Sawyer, opening the car door and stepping out, starting to fill the car with gas.

Jared turned to me, shaking his head as he glared at Sawyer through the window, a growl echoing throughout the car. "You didn't have to put handcuffs on me by the way, you know I wouldn't be able to shift and escape. So why don't you just-"

"Jared, just don't," I warned, my mouth set in a firm line, sighing heavily.

"You two want any snacks? Peanuts, popcorn?" asked Sawyer, popping his head back into the car, and shrugging when he got no reply from my brother or I. "Just checking."

I watched as he gently closed the car door, making sure he had locked it, before making his way into the gas station, giving us one last warning look before he stepped inside.

"Okay, what's the plan?" questioned Jared, raising his eyebrows at me.

I shook my head, closing my eyes for a few seconds. "I don't know. Our best bet is to wait until we see Mom, and hopefully she will talk some sense into her mate."

Jared scoffed, shaking his head. "You really think she will? He's probably holding her hostage or something, our Mom isn't going to be able to do anything."

"Well, it's the only choice we have, Jared. We can't make a run for it," I growled.

Jared dropped his head, sighing. "But you can."

"What?" I asked, furrowing my brows.

"Clara, my disability shouldn't stop you from escaping. Next time we stop off, you need to make a run for it."

"That's not happening, Jared." I said between gritted teeth. "I'm not leaving you."

"You could go and get help."

I shook my head vigorously, swallowing harshly. "He'll kill you. It's not an option."

Jared sighed, nodding, taking a deep breath, fiddling with his chains. "I don't want to see her, Clara."

"I know," I replied, nodding, sadness overwhelming me as I watched my vulnerable younger brother crumble, his fingers shaking.

"She left before the accident. She doesn't know about me. She'll be so disappointed," whispered Jared, closing his eyes and resting his head back against his head rest, his Adams apple moving up and down as he swallowed harshly.

"She wouldn't think that."

"How do you know? We don't know who she is anymore. She left us," replied Jared, sighing.

"She left for love," I responded, nodding in understanding, knowing that deep down I too could never fully forgive our Mother for leaving us.

"So the love she had for a guy she'd just met was stronger than the love she had for her own kids?" Scoffed my brother, tears dribbling down his cheeks, causing me to fight back my own tears.

"Yes," I replied sadly, knowing that the love you felt for your mate was unmatched, and thought of Dylan rushed through my mind, causing my heart to long for him.

It left me wondering if I would ever see him again, and what he would do if he found out I had been killed.

My heart started to palpitate, and a wave of nausea washed over me, causing me to almost gag.