Torn Between Two {On Hold}

Chapter 10

Too long. That's what Luke's 'soon' meant, then again I didn't call like a said I would. I stuck sitting in my room, hungry for fruit, steak, and milk, wondering what Luke was doing, and wondering how angry Victor was at me. I retracted and lengthen my claws over and over wondering if Luke could do it as easily as I can?

"Samantha?" My mother knocked while opening my bedroom door. "Can we talk?"

"Talk about what? I have nothing to say to anyone." I replied looked out the window that overlooked the backyard.

"Well I do," She said. "I'm think your behavior is ridiculous and you running away, what was that all about? I was worried sick about you before and then you up and leave us? You how many people formed for search parties? The days we took off from work to find you?"

"I can tell this is going to be a listening conversation, so mom, I'm sorry. I am super, duper sorry for everything I put everyone through and I want to formally apologize to you." I suddenly felt very nauseous and tired. "I'm just...exhausted. From everything. Victor, Luke, mates, species, changes, I can't handle this and I'm-" I started crying. "I-I'm just want everyone to go away and let me curl up underneath a rock and die."

"Samantha-"

"No. I see now, I'm a bother before, and now I'm just worse. I bring more problems than I can fix, I'm moody, angry, and just condescending. I don't want to be, mom, I really don't. I don't know what this were-cat part of me is doing or if I'll every be the same, but I...I..." I kicked the trunk at the end of my bed and sent it flying across the room and smashed it into the wall. My mom gasped and jumped back.

Jordan came in. I kept smashing everything I could put my hands on. I was angry; angry at everything, everyone, and at nothing. Arms wrapped around me, pulling me back from knocking over my dresser and held me down to them. I kicked and screamed, more like hissed and barked.

"Sam. Sam. Stop. Sam stop." Jordan said calmly.

I continued to fight him, trying to rip away from him, but he wouldn't let me go. I grew tired, and so, I was weakly slapping his arm and just crying. He held me close, and we moved to my bed and he just held me. To think, Jordan: the brother I attacked, snapped at, and hates me the most is holding me tenderly. He stroked my hair and let me cry into his chest.

That made me cry more.

To think, Jordan cares about me. I'm still his baby sister, and I know when I left, he was worried to. We all have our differences with each other, but they all still care. We all care. I took the for granted. They all love me and I treat them like crap. Mom, dad, Mitch, Greg, Rosen, Alexi, Neil, and Jake. Damn, even Anthony and Victor. He's just official met me as his mate and I'm swooning over another man-

Luke. My Luke. My annoyingly sweet Luke who cares about me. He's understanding and not so...prying. I want my own life and not have people asking me about everything I do.

"Jordan...I hope you know you're holding me."

"Yeah, I do. If you tell anybody I will deny it."

"Thanks."

"No problem. I understand that you're not yourself lately."

I didn't reply, what was there to say? I pulled away and I looked at my pillow, underneath it was the cellphone Luke slipped into my pocket.

Another knock. The bed shifted. The door closed. I wasn't alone.

"Samantha."

"Victor."

"How are you feeling?"

"How are you?"

He chuckled humorlessly and I felt the bed shift again. "You can't shut me out."