The Unwanted Bond

Drugs and Self-harm?.....

Parker's POV:

I woke up sweating and gasping for air. Ryan's arms were around my waist and holding me against his chest. I pulled myself free without waking Ryan and rushed into the bathroom. I turned the shower on and sat down under the spray. The nightmare about my past was fucking with my head. Tears filled my eyes while I shook and struggled to breathe. I jumped when a hand touched my shoulder.

"Hey, Shh. It's just me." Ryan said, softly. "You okay?"

I shook my head.

"Nightmare?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."

"No. Don't apologize. The shower woke me, you didn't. You should have."

"It's my problem, not your's."

"It's my problem too. You forgot what happened, now it's coming back to you in nightmares. Derek already said you try to deal with it alone, you don't have to. I'm here, Baby."

I pulled myself away from him. "Don't touch me." I clenched my jaw.

He held his hands up. "Okay. I can back up. Do you want to tell me what it was about?"

"You already know about it. It was... the first time Connor and his Beta came."

"Even if I know about it, I don't.... Know about it. Sometimes talking could help."

"I relive it in my sleep, I don't want to relive it when I'm awake too." I stood up and turned the water off.

"Baby..." He sighed.

I flinched when he held a towel out to me. "Sorry."

"I'm not going to hurt you. Or touch you."

I took the towel and wrapped it around my waist. "I know. I... I didn't mean to flinch."

"Stop trying to apologize. It's a reaction you can't control. I just want you to talk to me."

"Didn't we have this fight, already?" I scoffed before leaving the room.

He followed me into the closet and I ignored him while we got dressed. I went to flee the room when his arm shot across the doorway, blocking me.

"You tried to flee the first time too."

I crossed my arms and glared up at him. "Didn't you trap me then too?"

"Hmm. Nope. Think I pissed you off then picked you up and pinned you to the wall for a make out session." He hummed.

"I already told you, I don't like talking. Just let me deal with the nightmares in my own way."

"Drugs and self-harm? Yeah... I don't think so."

I clenched my jaw and sucked in a deep breath. "Don't throw shit I have done in the past in my face."

"I'm not throwing anything in your face. I'm saying I'm not letting you go back to self-destructive ways when I am right here, willing to listen and help."

I growled and ducked under his arm and left the closet. "I don't want your damn help. If I did, I would fucking ask for it." I snapped.

I quickly found myself pinned between his arms and him and the wall. No physical contact was made and I could easily move but I found myself looking up at him and waiting for whatever his response would be.

"You being my mate, means you have my help whether you want it or not. So chill the fuck out."

"Stop telling me what to do, asshole." I grumbled, crossing my arms and looking away.