The Next Alpha

Part 12

~Taylor's POV~

I woke up in the hospital. I heard an annoying beeping noise. I shot my eyes open then closed them quickly. I felt a firm grip in my hand and something poking my arm. I looked over at my arm to see I had an ivy sticking in my arm. I looked down to see I wasn't in my party clothes anymore. Then everything from last night rushed into my head. I groaned. I felt the grip on my hand tighten. I looked over to see it was Kyle. He was holding my hand. He was in a tux; I'm guessing he never went home to change after the party. He was fast asleep in the chair next to my hospital bed. I rolled out from underneath the covers and off my bed.

My legs were wobbly at first, but I quickly stabilized them. I walked over to the chair next to Kyle. I don't know why I'm in the hospital. There wasn't enough damage done physically, it didn't require a hospital visit. I wasn't holding his hand anymore I had let go whenever I climbed out of the bed. He was a heavy sleepier apparently. I poked his face. His body shifted. He peeked one eye open then looked over at me. He got a huge smile on his face. I instantly regretted ignoring him for those few days. At this moment I realized that he needed me. Just as much as I needed him. His face wasn't as pale anymore. The color had returned and his whole demeanor seemed to be more alive. He looks like he hasn't slept in a few days. He had some scruff on his jawbone. He still looked handsome as annoyingly handsome as the day I had met him. I wanted him to hold me for the rest of my life. I don't even know where these feelings came from, but this was what I needed right now.

"Taylor." Kyle's deep sleepy voice broke me from my train of thoughts. I looked up at him, his green eyes, met my greenish blue ones, we held eye contact for a few seconds before he looked down.

"Taylor, I need you to tell me what happened at the room last night?" He then looked at me, but it was my turn to look down. I felt ashamed. Should I tell him? I don't want Zach to come after me, or Kyle. I couldn't tell Kyle, I had to protect him. I knew I had to, but I had to tell someone, I could not risk going insane. So, I stuck with a simple question that I felt would answer the question of whether or not Zach would come for me. It would tell me whether or not I could tell Kyle. I was breaking inside, I wanted to tell him everything. So, I asked.

"Was there a girl named Fiona that used to go to our school or live around here?" Kyle cocked his head.

"Yeah, why?"

"What happened to her?" I asked, I couldn't hold back now.

"Her and her mother were murdered, and her father committed suicide. How did you know about that? It was kept on the down low. Why are you asking me this?" He kept asking why. I could see the concern in his eyes.

"I know who did it." I stated. Kyle looked up at me, hopeful. I took that as my chance to keep talking. I knew he would come for me. But maybe, just maybe if I didn't speak up about what happened to me and just gave the details of her murder to the police, I just might get away. How could the police believe me if I don't give them all of the details? This was a decision I had to make. Once I speak, I can't take the words back. I knew what I had to do. I had to get this girl and her family justice. I had to get revenge.

"Zach, Zachary Masters."

"How do you know?" Kyle asked as he placed a hand on my knee. I looked down at where our skin connected. I couldn't be touched right now. His touch brought me warmth and fire. I loved it. I craved it. But after the events I had experienced, I wasn't ready to be touched again just yet. I had to rebuild that trust in him, myself and everyone. I didn't want to answer him, he pulled the hand off of my knee and placed the same hand on the side of my face. I naturally leaned in closer to his touch. I still stayed quiet. Kyle spoke up again.

"Taylor, tell me. Please?" I wanted to. I trusted Kyle could take care of himself if Zach came after him. But what about me? Who do I have to protect me, other than myself? I caved. Kyle seemed to have the ability to do that to me. He could always make me tell him what he needs to hear.

"Last night, at their birthday party, he was my date." I could see Kyle tense up at this, but it didn't stop me from telling him everything. "He ditched me right after we got to the party. I had a few drinks. More than 4. I was just beginning to feel the warm feeling, of the drinks. I felt tingles all over. I was in the middle of the dance floor dancing with some guys." He was growing rigid at this point. "When he came up and yanked me into the house..." I told him the rest of what happened, once I got to the part where the events transpired, Kyle and I had both begun to cry. I had no idea why he was crying. Then I told him what Zach told me about Fiona and her mother, and about what he would do to me if I told anyone,

"Taylor, I will take care of this, okay? Just stay here, your mom and Carly will be back soon. They went to change clothes and shower up. I'll be back before you know it." He kissed my head then walked out the door. I didn't know what he was going to do. I wasn't sure if I should be scared or happy that someone had my back. I crawled back over to the bed. I pulled me knees to my chest and cried. Kyle left me alone. What if Zach came back to finish me off now that I've told. What will Kyle do? There's no one here now. I trembled at the thought. Maybe Kyle could protect me. Maybe he could be the one to bring them justice. Now that Kyle knows, I hoped I could trust him to do the right thing. I had to trust in someone, who better than a supposed werewolf? The thought didn't frighten me so much anymore. If Kyle was going to hurt me, he would have done it by now. If any of them wanted to hurt me, why would he have sent Lucas to save me from my attacker. I looked at the scarring on my wrist where the scars resided. I may have healed at an inhumane speed, but the scars would remain forever. As well as the mental scars this night would remain seared into my brain forever.

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