Wickedly Mated (Being Edited)

Chapter Eight: Secrets

A/N: Hello Readers. Okay, this chapter was a bit shorter because I had a Mid-Term test to study for and I wanted to get this chapter out pronto. I like the chapter but it was one of my weakest one but I promise, I'll have the next chapter better for sure and don't worry, Gina's picture will be on Chapter 10. Next chapter I might have Caine's picture up. Still looking for one that matches him. Anyways, thank you all for reading and I don't think I've said why I was writing this. This is dedicated to my younger sister because she has an obsession for werewolves and I hope she likes this story. Again, thank you all for reading. Enjoy!

 CHAPTER EIGHT

          Drip Drip Drip Drip . . . Was I hearing that? Tick Tock Tick Tock . . . Why were the sounds so loud. All I could see was darkness. What was this darkness I was feeling? Alone? Fear? Hate? Was I standing or sitting? My mind had shifted from reality to darkness. What was reality? The pain. I could remember feeling it. Small noises now was making it's way into my thoughts. Eryn . . . Wake up! The voice so familiar yet it sounded distant. Bu-Bump . . . Bu-Bump . . . Bu-Bump . . . Was that my heart? I could feel it now and then a small chill up my arm as someone placed their hand on mine. Wake Up Eryn! Was that . . . Brody! Finally, my eyes seemed to force itself open as the bright light shined through. The lights were coming from above me. Ceiling lights. Blinking to adjust to the brightness, Brody was staring down at me and his faceless expression turned into a blissful smile,

                   "Oh God baby girl, your awake." he said now hugging me. His cold hug ran chills down my exposed arms and then I took in the room around me. I was laying in a hospital bed. Now noticing the hospital gown on me, I started to freak,

                    "What the hell am I doing in a hospital?" I asked, trying to sit up as Brody backed up a bit but set strong hands on my shoulders to hold me down,

                  "That's not a good idea Eryn." he said as I struggled to get his hands off. No use in trying.

                 "What the hell am I doing here?" I demanded. Brody looked towards the closed door of the hospital room and then back at me,

                  "Your injured at the moment." he said, now staring down at my arm. My eyes followed his gaze and my eyes widen at the bandages covering my right arm. I moved the tips of my finger, the only part exposed, and didn't feel anything. I lifted my arm closer to me as I touched the bandages with my left hand,

                  "What happened?" My voice trembled as I asked him. Brody didn't answer, instead he stared away from me. Fear had taken over now as I asked again,

                     "What. Happened?" this time the words forced. Brody turned his head back at me and I was taken back when I seen the tears forming. He was crying. The first time in a long time since I've seen him cry. He blinked so the tears would fall and then wiped them away,

                     "I didn't want this . . . This wasn't suppose to happen." he sort of mumbled but loud enough for me to hear what he was saying. My feelings had changed from fear to anger to now sympathy,

                      "Brody . . . What are you talking about?" I asked, knowing in the pit of my stomach that he was hiding something. His now watery eyes looked at me,

                     "I've been trying to keep this part of your life a secret so you wouldn't go through-" he paused and stared at me. I scrunched my eyebrows together,

                     "Go through what?" I asked. He took a deep breathe, "Go through what your mother went through." he finished. What the hell was he talking about? My mother? From his voice and expression I could tell he didn't want to finish what he was saying but I wasn't going to let him get off this easy.