Torn

Chapter Eighteen

Holy shit. I felt like complete and utter crap. I groaned, raising a hand to my poor, pounding head. This had to be the mother of all headaches.

I sat up. Or rather, I tried to. Something heavy was holding me down. I frowned, looking next to me where Mason was sleeping. A soft smile grew on my face. I was suddenly encased in love for him. Of course, it wasn't odd for him to be here but he wasn't the only heavy thing holding me down. Sure, his arms were around my waist, holding me tightly, but something else held me still a little lower than my waist. I almost felt dread as I turned slowly and repressed a scream.

Dean was holding me too, almost more tightly than Mason. What the hell? I carefully tugged their hands off me, maneuvering myself so that I didn't disturb them while I crawled out of bed. And than I noticed something else. I was completely naked.

I screamed, quickly yanking the blanket till both boys fell off the opposite side of the bed and I wrapped it tightly around me.

“Someone tell me what the fuck is going on here!” I yelled. Both boys rose up, their heads barely visible, looking sheepish.

“You just had your heat, that's all” Mason reassured, approaching me slowly as if I were a dangerous animal.

“What the hell is he doing here?” I asked, honestly not hearing how those words sounded coming out of my mouth. I was just in shock and I was deeply embarrassed. I couldn't believe that Dean has seen me naked. So I denied it in my mind.

“How long has he been here?” I asked Mason, moving just a tiny bit closer to him. I wasn't sure why but I suddenly felt an unnatural attraction to Dean. I hadn't felt anything like this before for him. I only ever had eyes for Mason. Was I turning into a slut?

“He's been here since the day you hit your heat. He was going to visit but than he stayed to help me stay in control when he realized what condition you were in” Mason explained delicately. I paled, white as a sheet.

“He's been here the entire time?! Did he...?” I couldn't bring myself to ask. Mason nodded slightly.

“We kinda took turns” he said. I covered my mouth with my hand, unable to believe it. I was horrified. I had turned into a slut.

“Oh goddess” I whispered, pacing around my room. Dean's touched me... that way. This couldn't be happening. Surely this was a joke.

“Please don't freak out. We only had the best intentions” Mason pleaded with me. Apparently he was the one out of the two who was to deal with me. They must've flipped for the duty of telling the girl that they both took turns touching while she was vulnerable and had no idea of what was happening.

“Who's freaking out? I'm not freaking out” oh yes I was.

“Don't worry about it, okay? I'm leaving” Dean's voice shocked me even more. I had almost forgotten that he was still here, wrapped up as I was in my head. His hazel eyes were a mess of hurt and disappointment. He looked like a kicked puppy. I couldn't let him leave like that, despite the violation of my modesty. I sighed.

“You can stay. I'm just going to take a shower. I feel like I need to wash” I murmured, making a beeline for my bathroom. They didn't argue.

Mason's POV

I felt like a child who's parents were fighting. Dean was clearly upset. I couldn't say I blamed him but at the same time, I couldn't say I blamed her. I mean, she hadn't even really had any romantic intentions for him before this. So what was she to do? I couldn't hate him as much right now, seeing him look so pathetic and rejected. But that wasn't my main concern right now.