The Reason We're Together (Watty Awards 2011)

The Reason We're Together-Chapter 6

Chapter 6

“Zach, I'm gonna go talk to my mom about this, cause I think I’ve found my mate!” I stated, still trying to get my thoughts straight.

“Mills, what do you mean you think you found your mate? Who is it? ”He asked, finally looking up at me from the book. I could tell he was thinking about the last few sentences.

An alter-equine that changes without consent is subject to danger or something new. This is one of the most severe symptoms that have to deal with feelings and is uncontrollable. It can possibly lead to death, and there is only one solution; to find their alter-equine lover.

Those words haunted my mind. And obviously Zach’s too.

“Zach, I think my mate is Mr.Shwan. His looks don’t matter to me really, whenever I’m around himI feel a strong pull towards him. I feel as though I'm home or galloping through the forest. Everything about him screams SAFETY. I need to talk to mom about it, Love you, bro.” I finished and ran off towards my house.(A/N- Milly says love you bro to Zach she means it sisterly, and Zach means it brotherly, they aren’t sexually attracted to each other in any way, shape, or form.)

“Love you too Mills.” I heard Zach yell from behind me.

I rang in a connection. My head must have been still in a daze, for my mother didn’t ring back until five minutes later.

Hey, honey, what’s up?

Hi mom, I’m just walking back home now.

Alright, be careful on the road!

Wait, mom, I have to tell you something though. She must have sensed the graveness in my thought, for she didn’t reply right away.

Ok…it’s fine, sweetie. Just tell me when you get home. Don’t go anywhere else; I don’t want you to get hurt or anything.

I got it mom, see ya.

Good. Bye!

The connection went off.

I continued to jog slowly along the side of the road, looking down at my red sneakers as I walked. I noticed droplets beginning to form on the gray and dusty road. Several cars zoomed by, and I didn’t pay any attention until I heard a vehicle slow down behind me, and with every step, I heard the engine trail after me. I began to run. The engine continued to follow me. I stopped in my steps, knowing I couldn’t out run a car. I finally gathered the courage to turn around and face the driver.

It was a clean, shiny motorcycle. A Harley. My eyes climbed up to see a man with a black helmet, and the black and green signs of a tattoo on his neck.

He lifted up the visor on his helmet. His lucid green eyes stared into mine.

My heart began to beat wildly. I turned away; I couldn’t face him, and began jogging again. I felt the urge to change again without consent. My ears failed to hear any sound; not even the screech of the car that stopped as I ran across the road and straight into the forest. I couldn’t believe this.

Why did it always have to be like this when I saw him?

I didn’t want to die. I wanted to live freely and not change into alter-equine without knowing that I would be. I ran faster and deeper into the forest, but my legs failed to keep up. I stumbled over a pile of twigs, causing me to land in a prone position over the forest ground. Pain shot through my body, but I wouldn’t yell or scream. Instead, I bit my lip and felt hot tears flow down my dirtied face. The forest ground was muddy and damp, I knew my clothes would have to go into the wash. Soon, I heard the sound of the motorcycle. With alarming eyes, I crawled reluctantly behind the closest tree.