Bad is Better

Running From You

My eyes widen at the realization of what I had said.

"Hm?" His chest vibrated under my cheek.

Oh thank goddess... he didn't hear me.

"I said I think I want some food... cook me something?" I sat up straddling him.

He propped his self up on his elbows. "Why would I cook for you? Shouldn't it be the other way around?"

I frowned. "Are you serious right now?"

"Yeah." He had the most serious face.

I smacked his bare chest. "Don't be so sexist."

"I'm just kidding." He chuckled rubbing the spot I hit. His phone vibrated, he looked down at it.

The smile dropped from his face.

"Who is that?"

"I... uh, think there should be some meat and noodles to make spaghetti..." He lifted me up off his lap and sat me on the side.

"I..." He was already out of the door.

I dropped back in the bed, grabbed a pillow and smashed it over my face screaming into it.

Why couldn't he just open up to me?

Was that his actual girlfriend?

All of a I sudden felt used... he could do anything to me and still kept to him.

He gave me his body, not his heart.

He hasn't even asked me what my favorite color was or anything.

He just knew my name.

He didn't want me... it was just the mate bond forcing him to want me.

His feelings weren't willingly, there were corrupted by the moon goddess.

I flung the pillow to the other side of the room and stood up. I went in his draw and pulled out some of his sweats.

I wiped the tears as I put them on and walked quietly down the stairs.

As soon as I was down, I searched for my shoes.

Fuck! There in the kitchen.

I'll have Luke or Tara get them for me.

I quietly walked towards the door and open it.

"Where are you going?" I turned around and saw Landon with a bottle of salsa in his hand.

"Why won't you talk to me?" I blinked back the tears.

He frowned. "What do you want to talk about?"

I looked at his chest. "Tell me about those names."

"I..." He shook his head

I shook my head. "I can't do this..." a tear slipped as I turned around.

I heard the sound of the glass breaking as I walked out the door, he must have dropped or threw the bottle.

"No. What do you mean you can't do this?" He rushed behind me.

I picked up my pace and ran towards my car.

I was pressed against the car. "Just wait..."

"I'm sorry... I can't..." I brought my knee up to his groin. He fell to his knees cupping his self.

I quickly open the door and got in, locking it behind me.

"Open this door!" He yelled trying to open it.