Forbidden Love

Chapter Twenty-Eight

"I sabotaged the mate bond," Ryder says guiltily. "I really am sorry, I was just feeling really frustrated with how you acted and-"

"With how I acted? Are you serious? You just love control! You love controlling everything, including me! And-" I want to continue, but I can't. I just feel so hopless with this entire Ryder situation.

Was this the reason he took me out on a date? To make me feel happy so that once he told me some more bad news, I wouldn't be so mad? Well, I'm still mad. I feel incredibly angry. And I feel incredibly worn out.

''I'm done, Ryder. I don't think I can do this anymore," I say. My shoulders are sagged and my voice is thick with desperation. I don't know exactly what I'm desperate for though. Half of me wants that fairytale love story I'd always dreamt of. The other half of me has given up on that idea.

"What do you mean, your done?" Ryder asks. Not angrily-more like he was nervous. No, not even nervous, scared.

"I mean I can't be here with you anymore. I, Skylar Ramirez, reject you, King Ryder-"

Before I can finish, he growls loudly and commands me to stop. My lips shut. I wish they wouldn't do that. I wish he wouldn't do that.

Control. Control. Control. Is that all he wants? A relationship where he has all the power?

"Please don't reject me," he pleads.

I boil with anger. I was a cup that he was filling up. But he stopped looking, and I spilled over.

"How dare you ask me not to reject you? You've put me through so much, Ryder! My life was much easire before you. But now I can't do anything before you're breathing down my neck. I thought that I had no control before...before you. But now, I know what it feels like to have no control. To wake up scared, with a bite mark on your neck and wondering what it's for. To wake up angry, because you just got into the millionth fight with someone you're not even dating that person. To wake up sad, because you wish you were in a different situation. I know what all of that feels like, Ryder! And I shouldn't. I'm only seventeen." By the end of my rant, angry tears are streaming down my face. I want to kill him. I want to kill myslef for being this weak. I feel so conflicted on the inside, and it's hard. It's hard to flash a smile to everyone when you feel like this. I feel like this.

So I let it out. I let it out on Ryder, since he's the one who started this. All of my problems have been caused by him.

I let my anger out by smacking him. I smack him repeatedly across the face, he probably doesn't even register it at first. And I probably hurt myself more than I did him, I can tell by the painful throbbing in my hand. But it feels good to let it all out.

It came to a stop though, sadly. I was breathing erratically, and Ryder was holding my wrists to my sides. His face was bright red, either from anger or my multiple slaps. It still wasn't enough. I still felt this red-hot anger at the pit of my stomach. So deep that I could barely feel it.

He quickly draws me over top of the seat, so I'm on his lap. But it's not romantic. My breaths are loud, jagged and show my anger, matching his.

His eyes are shifting from blue to black. I'm so furious I don't even feel a slight bit of fear. I actually feel stronger that I don't feel that.

"If you hit me one more time-"

I don't even let him finish his sentence before my hand is in contact with his already red cheek.

He growls ferociously, and slams me on something. My head ends up hitting the window, and I see black at the corner of my vision. I hear a crack and then feel blood dripping down my temples.

I manage to wrap my hand around the door handle, but before I can open it, I pass out.

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I wake up with a headache. It was one from the inside. It seemed like my skull was squeezing my brain.

It all rushed to me like someone was flipping through a book. Ryder. Control. Yelling. Ryder. Slaps. Ryder.

Ryder pretty much causes everything, doesn't he. I hear a steady beeping, until someone opens the door.

Think of your mate, and he shall appear.

The beeps speed up rapidly. More out of anger than anything.

"What are you doing here?" I ask bitterly. The words come out like poison, and he flinches.

I glare at him as he comes closer. Close enough to see the blue bags underneath his eye. And even with that, he looks handsome.

"I'm not going to apologize. I came here to tell you to reject me. I'm not good for you."

I am surprised. But I don't let that show in my eyes- at least I hope not. I'm not going to forgive him. Probably not for a long time. I need to reject him, but before I do, the door opens again, this time by a male doctor.

As he soon as he came in, I got this bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. But I ignore it. It's probably just my feelings for Ryder at the moment.

"How are you feeling?" the doctor asks repectfully.

"I'm okay," I answer truthfully. "Just a minor headache."

Then something unexpected happens. It seems to be a surprising week. Bad surprise after bad surprise.

The door opens and tons of people enter. Rogues. I can tell by the firece look in their eyes and their multiple scars. Ryder looks alarmed for one moment, but then I can't see him, because their throwing punches. Is Ryder winning, or the Rogues?

I want to help him. I can't help it.

I rip the IV from my arm and ignore the slight pain that follows. I stumble toward Ryder, only to feel something injected to my arm.

"No!" I scream. I stumble towards the door, and in the distance, I hear Ryder calling my name in the distance. It sounds so faint, and so close at the same time.

I can feel the world tipping. No that's not the world. That's me falling.

Even after I fall, I fight. I fight the darkness that's shrouding the corners of my vision and trying to pull me over. But my voice feels so weak.

I can feel when someone picks me up. And it's not Ryder. It's that Rogue disguised as the doctor. He laughs and holds me loosely, like I'm a rag doll.

"No," I whisper. But the darkness one, and it pulled me under.

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Ryder

"No," she whispers. But it's clear in my ear. As if she's next to me. I stop fighting for a second, and see her in the Rogue's arms, passed out. Fear was still drawn on her face though.

The seven Rouge's I was fighting take this advantage, and manage to get a good punch on my jaw. But I'm too angry to feel it, and so is my wolf. Especially when the Rogue walks out with my mate in his arms. Skylar.

A/N

Hey guys. Once again, I'm sorry that I took so long to update. But my phone is broken and sooo I have to use the laptop but I always forget. Sorry! I'll prolly start updating frequently again in about two weeks, when I'll get my phone. That's a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong time for me. Wish me luck!

By the way, Tamera1224, can you edit this chapter ASAP because I didn't feel like re-reading it. Thx!