Coyotes and Wolves, Milo Manheim Original Story

Black Wolf

POV: Estella

I sat on my bed, and I cried. I just cried. I felt sick to my stomach. I usually don't let myself cry over anyone. I shrink into myself, and hide behind anger and rage, or maybe even lash out.

But, this was Milo.

I trusted him with everything that I am. Was I wrong all along? I wanted to punch him. I wanted to throw him out of my house. I looked down at the sparkly little ring on my finger, and I wanted to throw it at him.

That look in his eyes...on his face. The cruel tone of his voice. He wasn't making love to me. He was using me. I know we like to play. I like it rough and even a little deviant sometimes, but he never ignored me before. He always puts my needs first. But this time, he wasn't even trying to listen. I felt like he was punishing me, but not in a playful way. It felt personal. Like he had hate inside of him, and he was turning it on me. He wanted me to suffer. He'd never done that before, not for real, it was always just a game.

His White Wolf was locked away somehow. Like it was beaten back by the other one...I think it's like his, Black Wolf. The polar opposite of the real Milo. Every protective instinct in him was trampled by this messed up part of himself. The part that comes out when he's angry and feels completely out of control.

This has to be about last night. But why didn't he tell me? Why did he bury it, until it came out with a vengeance?

I can't even look at him right now. I saw the look on his face when he ran out of here. He was horrified. I could tell he was truly full of remorse. But it was too late for that. The damage was done. I saw a part of him that I never thought would ever be turned on me.
I couldn't get his darkened eyes out of my head.

I wouldn't let this take me down. Not today. I had to go on stage. I couldn't let this in. I wouldn't talk to him today. I just couldn't. He was on his own. He could fend for his fucking self.

I suddenly remembered that Eric just got a new car, his first. He wouldn't stop bragging about it, so I knew he'd jump at the chance to show it off.

Peli (Estella) 💜
Hey. Can you pick me up for the show today?

Eric 🎵
Yeah, sure. Is Milo coming later?

Peli (Estella) 💜
I really don't care what he does.

Eric 🎵
Shit. You guys still on the outs?

Peli (Estella) 💜
I don't want to talk about it. I just want to concentrate on the show. Is Delilah okay?

Eric 🎵
She's feeling a little better. That was rough last night.

Peli (Estella) 💜
Maybe come get me early and we can check on her?

Eric 🎵
I think that's a bomb idea. I'll see you in like an hour?

Peli (Estella) 💜
Perfect. We can pick up food on the way.

Eric 🎵
Now you're speaking my language 😁

Peli (Estella) 💜
See ya soon

I changed into a greyish purple cropped sweatshirt, a tank top, and jeans, and brushed my hair a little. I put on my makeup, I was feeling the dark eyeliner today. I don't know why I always went to that, it just made sense to me. It also showed that I wasn't feeling particularly friendly, so that was a plus. I left Milo's hoodie on the floor by my bed. Fuck him. I also took off my ring and put it on my dresser. Today he doesn't exist to me.

Eric rolled up into the driveway right on time and beeped for me to come out. I ran down the stairs to avoid Milo and quickly got into the car. I brought all of my stuff with me for the show and an after outfit. You better fucking believe that I was going to some kind of after party. I don't give a shit what he thought about it. Again, fuck him!