Between The Moon And Hell Fire

Chapter 4

BISHOP

While being comfortable and warm with Victor by my side it doesn't stop the memories flooding in like a tidal wave threatening to drown me any second I dare close my eyes. I know what I have done to survive and I would like to say it was all for good reason but at times I really don't know if I had reason. 

I think all of this while standing on the balcony at five AM watching the bloody sun rise.

I was angry. Probably still am. I used to run up and hide in suburbia to watch the kids when I was young. I was so jealous of the little skunks. I watched as they had barbecues and played in their paddling pools and had birthday cake. They had balloons on the gate, by the front door, always surrounded by friends and family. I was jealous. Why couldn't I have that? 

Why did I have to hide in bus shelters on rainy nights and use cardboard boxes as houses. Why couldn't I join the girl scouts or bake with my mom or have Christmas presents by the fire? Why was I not wanted? Why did I know the exact shade of red my blood was or how long it took to dry on different surfaces?

When you are four years old you shouldn't know what type of glass bottle hurts most or breaks easiest when you get hit across the head with it... but I did. I was five when I learned how to pronounce the names of all the drinks I had thrown at me. 

A three year old shouldn't know how to make the perfect margarita.. but I did, mom made sure of it. Still can't forget that damn recipe. 

I was angry because I didn't and still don't understand why any of this happened to me. I was a little girl. I was a child. I didn't misbehave, I went to bed on time, never complained or cried. I wanted to be good. 

Oh how the mighty fall.

The little girl I was back then would be terrified of who I have become. A villain. They say you can't choose what happens to you in life only how you react to it. Sure I could have forgiven them, turned the other cheek. But I couldn't let anyone hurt me more than I was. I fought back because if I was going to be angry at least it wouldn't be for not defending myself anymore. The little girl I was was never weak, she just needed to learn a killer right hook.

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It's seven thirty in the morning by the time Victor wakes up and I have already gone and come back from the store. Breakfast was almost finished cooking. Bacon, eggs, sausages and toast. Lots of each. He is a grown man, he needs to eat.

I plate everything up and put out his coffee beside the morning paper on the kitchen table just as he is coming down the stairs. God that man can wear boxers and a loose bath robe nice. He wasn't the hulk or anything but he was tall, maybe six foot seven, with lean muscle. He was the type of fit that you knew had stamina for running or would pick up full kegs like they were bags of flour.

"My mornings look a whole lot more interesting with my handsome man now in them"

Victor

I toss and turn before waking to an empty bed. I fell asleep holding Bishop in my arms. She wouldn't leave me, she said she was mine. I get out of bed but her scent is still strong so I know she isn't far.

 I walk down stairs and what I see is enough to make me loose my breath for the rest of my life. Bishop dancing around the kitchen as she plates up breakfast for us. She is wearing one of my grey hoodies which is open down the middle to reveal a navy sports bra and pj shorts.

"My mornings look a whole lot more interesting with my handsome man now in them"

I smile so bright at this. Her voice will always be my favourite sound. Knowing she likes how I look makes me and my wolf proud.

"I borrowed your shoes and I swear I put on sweatpants to go to town. I am only dressing like this around you. You make me comfortable in my skin. I wouldn't have gone out but you needed food and I got myself some clothes."

She brings over the food to the table and sits down in my lap picking up my fork and feeding me a piece of sausage with egg.

"I used my own funds, I have some put away under different names in case of emergencies. I also got a few fresh sets of towels and a hairdryer. Hope you don't mind. The fridge is stocked so I can cook you dinner later."

She is so much more than I will ever deserve. She did all that without question or complaint, not asking for thanks. I bet the only reason she told me was for my own sanity wondering where the stuff came from.

"Mi Vida, why weren't you sleeping? I wanted to make you breakfast in bed. You should be resting. And you didn't have to spend your money on me. I am your mate so I should be getting you everything your heart desires. Oh and I am glad you didn't show off your body to anyone else. Makes me proud of you that you only want me to see your beauty in that way"

She picks up my coffee and hands it to me before answering.

"I don't sleep well. Memories of a time before you like to play with me when I am tired so for the last couple of years. I am only yours Victor as I have said and I will continue to say. Everything I am is yours. I know you have waited so long for me and I can never repay you for that so the least I can do is show you how much I respect and honor our relationship. This mate thing goes both ways, I want to give you the world too. Getting towels and groceries seems like less than nothing in the grand scheme of things. Making you breakfast is nothing. You waited for me for 30 years. How can I ever be enough?, Do enough to make up for that?"

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