Fated Or Doomed

Home II

Liv

     

      The walk into the room was different. It was like we were strangers again.

      Once the bond started to flow back into us both. It kinda felt wrong to touch them. I can tell they felt the same. Just the grace of our fingers sent huge sparks that jerk back.

      Flashes of my darkest thoughts interrupts.

      I walk slowly to the bed and sat at the edge. I watch as Travis heads to the bathroom to clean himself off. Blood and sweat still on him. Myself? I couldn't gain the energy to change at all. I just stare down my dress. Touch the almost dry blood that he washes off.

      "I fucked up. I ruin us." I whisper to myself.   

      When Travis came out the bathroom. He looks at me with an unfazed look. Still holding a look as if I'll disappear.

      Holding up my hand, I handed him a new shirt and pants. He walks over and grabs them. He only thank me in a grunt.

      I scoot myself more on the bed. Feeling the sheets that spoke a lost of home. I wanted to smother myself in them but I wasn't sure if my mate would want me to.  

      Bringing my knees to my chest. I stare at nothing as I await for them. The floor makes a sound follow from their steps. Then the bed creaks. He sat in front of me. Placing each hand on my knees. 

      I couldn't look up at them. All I felt at the moment was grief, guilt, and shame of what I'd done.  

      "You're real Little Witch." I said nothing to the throbbing pain in my heart.  

      Travis takes my hand. Squeezing it tight. I slightly look up at them. His eyes were glaze over.

      "What happen Little Witch? Why?" He ask me in such hurt.  

      My heart started to pump hard and I try to talk. He scoots closer and grabs my wrist. "I was just..I didn't feel any sense of acceptation to your love. I wasn't worthy of you, the pack, the coven, or life." I said softly.  

      "It was us. We won't what you needed. We were less." His eyes glow and I see Malcolm and him speaks in one.   

      I shook my head no. "It was me. I had so much bad that I couldn't see the good. Even when you went in my mind with me I saw all the evil that lead to my panic to our fallen. And all you did was smile with cons of joy you fantasies." 

      "We asked too much of you." He removes his hand and drops his head. I felt agony when he did.

      "It wasn't you. It was me."

      "No it was us. I felt it. I thought I was doing good for you. Better even. I still do and in any awaking moment I wanted the freshest blood to savor you." I knew what he meant when he said those words. I knew the threat he held over himself.     

      "Boys." I said softly and he brought his head up to me again. "I was healing and you gave me something I was never use of. It frighten me because I wasn't sure I can keep it. My life has relentlessly shown me I lost any good I touch. And I couldn't bear to lose you. I had to heal and find something to know my own worth. I have spend my entire life of, even now in terror. I didn't know how to treasure my wolf." I frown so hard my lips quiver.   

      "We made it all worse for you. I wanted nothing more than to keep you alive. We would do anything. Hell Elizabeth you didn't had to run off and shut us out like that." I see an anger lingering out. And I deserve it.