Our love withered at the sight of another in his arms, could there be any coming back from this? His eyes on her, her lips pressed against his as his arms snaked around her. Rage, well that is an understatement! My primal raging for her blood to coa...
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I opened my eyes to as I yawned, I must have fallen asleep against him, why does he have this effect on me...I hate it. I sat up as I noticed he was sitting in an old rickety wooden chair leaning back against the wall. How the flimsy chair was holding a beast of a man like that I do not know but I began getting up from the bed as his eyes flew open. Damnit!
He leaned forward as all four legs of the chair were now on the ground, his eyes staring at me as if he were unsure what to say or do. I didn't even know what to do, I don't know if I can trust him, something told me something was off and there was a very specific reason he didn't want me with him, but I doubt he would come out and tell me exactly what it is. Silence filled the room as we just stared at once another, neither of us moving an inch.
"How long was I out for?" I asked.
"A week, I was getting worried you wouldn't wake." He answered me.
Everyone must be worried sick about me since I have been missing for over a week, I doubt he informed them that I was alright or even if I was alive. I knew he was going to leave me again and I just wanted to get it over with since it was inevitable considering his previous actions. I reached up to my neck feeling it was fully healed, well that is good at least.
I am sure I will have scars but that doesn't matter...I wish I had gotten his mark though. I know I need to get home because everyone would be worried sick about where I am and if I am alright. Poor Drake must be out of his mind with worry not knowing where I am. I looked at Kade as he still was just staring at me. Damn, I know I must look like hell but staring at me is not making me feel more comfortable in this awkward situation.
"Did you let my pack know I was alright?" I deadpanned.
"No. I knew to many questions would follow it and I didn't want to explain what you did to yourself to them." He answered sharply.
I rolled my eyes at him; I knew it of course he couldn't man up and at least let them know I wasn't dead somewhere.
"Where is the bathroom?" I asked him.
"Its two doors down the hallway." He replied emotionless.
I walked to the door pulling it open as I walked down the hallway finding the bathroom door open as I walked inside. I closed the door behind me as I found a mirror on my right as I turned to it to see how much damage I had done. There were claw marks across my neck, not one claw mark even touched the mark he put on me.
They were scars now, they seemed to have healed fully within the week I had been here. I used the bathroom then I noticed there was a brush sitting on the counter, so I brushed out my hair feeling all the knots that riddled it. I hate knots in my hair so bad that I growled lowly as I tried to brush them out. I found a washcloth as I wet it and began washing myself a bit before I walked back out there. As I opened the door, I noticed him standing against the wall waiting for me, what is his deal?
