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"Alcohol, Cigarettes, and Sex won't get rid of the bitterness in your life."
"Sugar," he loved the way her skin throbbed beneath his touch. "How else would my life be sweet?"
A hu...
Lance sighed deeply as he stared ahead, trying to get a picture of what the dark morning would look like in Ohio through the fogged windscreen. He couldn't explain the waves of endless emotions running through him especially when the girl he wanted to hate was sleeping next to him on the driver's seat after an overnight hot make out session.
He felt sick as he brushed his stiff knuckles, wishing he could hit something to hurt himself.
"You're my mate Lance, mine."
Her voice echoed in his head and he chewed angrily on his lower lip. He was nobody's, not even a blonde's. But she wasn't any blonde. Just like he loved his mother, he also had feelings for her.
He hated it. She reminded him of his mother. Hair matted with blood. He imagined Sugar's hair blood red too. Then he'd go through trauma all over again.
"Hey, you're good?" butterflies sprang awake in his stomach. Speak of the devil. He chuckled in anger as her hand rose up to touch his shoulder.
"Paws off." he snarled at her and threw on his shirt. He heard her breathe sharply, like she couldn't believe they were back to square 1
"What'd I do wrong?" she asked in a tearful voice much to his displeasure. He wanted to turn around and kiss her again and tell her he was sorry. And promise that he'll get better. He'll get over his mother's death.
"You need to drive us back, my grandparents would be worried sick." he shrugged, winding down the car window. There was an uncomfortable silence for a while, until...
"I don't have parents too? I drove all the way to human town just to make you feel better you asshole."
"Don't give a shit if you drove round the world."
"I broke all the pack rules, my father's rules-"
"Shut up and drive!" he hollered at her, his breathing rate gradually increasing. Sugar turned as red as her shirt.
"What the hell is your problem?" she asked, turning to face his side fully.
"You! You're my fucking problem. Your hair is my problem. You're a wolf and I am your mate, that is my problem. You wear red every goddamn minute, it infuriates me!" he yelled in rage, inwardly cussing at himself when her eyes glistened.
