The Forsaken Luna

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Mackenzie

It's been three days since the fight with Elliot. Three days since I locked myself into my room. I only come out for food and the bathroom and only when I know nobody is around my room. Elliot has been constantly knocking on my door, every morning and every damned second he's free. I can sense him when he sits down on the hallway, across from my door and waits for me to come out.

I sit on the edge of my bed, listening carefully to the sounds on the hallway to try and see if anybody is on the second floor. My fingers twirl the piece of paper Elliot left the day after our fight. It lost his scent, but his handwriting is still something I have left of him. I feel pathetic to hold onto the note when I know this mate bond is a disaster. I just can't close my heart for him.

I look down to the piece of paper that was torn out of a notebook. I unfold it and look at his handwriting. It looks rushed and the words are almost written in anger. Each letter is sharp and pointy, but the message is loud and clear.

I need to explain myself, because yesterday was a disaster.

It's not what you think it is. Please, give me a chance to explain myself.

I love you.

                                                                                                            - E

The last three words have taken a toll on me. When I woke up that morning and read his letter, I was shocked. I didn't know what to do or how to react. He loves me? Or did he just write that? Maybe he didn't know what he was writing.

I curse my soft heart for fluttering whenever I look at those three words. I don't want him to have this effect on me, I don't want to swoon whenever I look down at those three words and read them again and again. Actually, I hate it for just reading them all over again and again. I shouldn't be reading over them.

I carefully set the paper note on my desk and stand up slowly. There is no sound coming from the second floor. I don't think anybody's actually home.

I glance over to the clock on the wall. It's something to twelve. Everyone should be in school right now, while father should be at work. He has to keep up the company.

I walk quietly to my locked door, hearing how my stomach growls. I need to eat something before everyone returns home. And I definitely need to take a shower.

I have worked up a routine ever since the fight. I wait for everyone to go to school and to work before I go downstairs and eat something. I usually bring an apple or something else to my room, so I can eat in the afternoon. I take a shower after I'm done eating and then I lock myself in my room when people start coming back from school or work. I wait them out, until everybody is sound asleep. Then I head out again to grab some dinner.

It's been harder now, because Elliot has been showing up to my door more frequently. He stays in front of my door for hours, until Thomas or Tyler come around and start a fight with him. I know he's been avoiding my brothers. I can feel the tension that appears whenever they find themselves in front of my room.

I unlock the door and head out quietly. I head down the stairs and into the kitchen to get myself some breakfast. I open the fridge and get out some milk, so I could eat cereal. I haven't been eating a lot in the past three days and I feel weak and depressed.

There are nine more days until the full moon and I feel numb. I don't know how to feel about it. What happens if I actually die? Well, I won't have to deal with Elliot's cheating ass anymore. But I leave behind my friends and family who will grieve after me. The people that actually matter to me are going to break because of my death. Sometimes I curse the Moon goddess for giving me this much power.