Chapter 23: My Happiness Returns

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"Right, is that everyone on the plane?" I ask Dean.

"I think so." He answers. I look down at the piece of paper on the desk and sigh.

"Everyone but Kyle and his Beta Gabe." I say and Dean sighs too.

"I'll go looking for him." Dean says.

"I'll come with you." I tell him and he takes hold of my hand as we walk through the airport.

"Are you OK?" Dean asks me and I smile half-heartedly.

"I have something to tell you," I say honestly, stopping to look at him and he stops to look at me too, "But, please don't hate me for keeping it from you. I, I don't know how I would cope if you hated me." I say to Dean and tears fill my eyes. He steps forwards and takes both of my hands.

"I promise you I will never hate you, whatever you say or do, I promise I will never, ever hate you." He vows and I smile.

"OK..." I say and I explain to him why I've been screaming when I wake up. Why I have been having nightmares. Why I didn't like the kitchen after my first nightmare. I explain how my parents died. How I was forced to watch them being murdered and couldn't do anything to help. I explain how both my parents were brutally murdered along with my unborn brother. I describe how they were murdered. And the way Francis had done it with such pride and pleasure that it was unbelievable. I told Dean how it's Francis' plan to murder my Aunt and Uncles, Jareth and myself in his plan to rid the planet of SilverBrave's. I confess to my fears of not trusting many people. I confess to being too afraid to be afraid. Of how I'm afraid of telling anyone when and where and why and how and what I'm scared of. I confess to everything, I explain everything. And by the end of my confession I'm too broken down in sobs to move. Dean pulls me against his chest.

"Baby, I don't hate you. I would be willing to wait for a lifetime for you to explain anything. I don't hate you and never will hate you and never have hated you. I love you. OK? I love you and I will never ever let anything or anyone hurt you again. I love you." Dean tells me as he holds me in his arms.

"I-I love you too." I manage to say and Dean kisses the crown of my head before picking me up bridal-style and walking with my weight. We look for Kyle and Gabe and when we find them Dean still doesn't place me on my feet but carries on as if I didn't weigh a thing. When we get in the plane he sits me by the window and sits next to me. Holding my hand. Constantly touching me. Making sure that I know that he loves me.

Kyle's POV

I watch from the other side of the plane as Dean constantly plays with my mate's hand. Constantly touching her. Constantly kissing her hand. Playing with her hair. Kissing her again. But something's not right with Erin and I don't know what it is. Hang on, wait! Why do I care!? I don't care about her! I hate her! My wolf growls at me. 'Oh shut up!' I tell it and it stops growling. I look back at Erin and Dean and constantly tell myself that I hate her, I turn away from her to look at Amanda. My Amanda. My pregnant Amanda who's nearly reached labour. I put my arms around my shoulders and she sighs and leans into my touch. This is love.

Erin's POV

I start to laugh again. And smile again. Now that I have finally told Dean. That I have no more secrets from him. I laugh as Dean and Jack argue over how it's not fair that Dean gets to sit next to me.

"She's my best friend!" Jack says.

"She's my girlfriend!" Dean argues back.

"She's my cousin!" Jareth joins in which makes me laugh.

"Chicks before dicks right, Jack?" I say to them. Dean roars with laughter along with the rest of the pack but then when Dean realises what I called him he starts tickling me and Jack is still slow to get the uptake. "I'm calling you a girl, Jack!" I tell him through my laughter as Dean tickles me and then Jack understands and he leans over his seat to tickle me too. I laugh until I'm breathless, until I have a stitch and the boys stop. "You've gotta admit though," I say whilst gaining my breath back, "That was ... pretty good."

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