Messing up the Wolf

FORBIDDEN {Chapter Six}

Tabitha threw herself into her room and slammed the door shut. She dragged her pillows off of the bed and threw them at the wall. She then stepped over to her desk and began to rip her pictures and drawings off. There were pictures of Tabitha and her dad, a few of her dear mother and herself. One of them was Trinity and Tabitha. She pulled it off, glanced at it and ripped it in half. Tabitha then saw one of herself and Keenan. She threw it to the floor. Tabitha screamed and kicked her draws. She looked around the room at the mess she had made. She picked up a pillow from the floor. Tabitha threw herself on the bed and tucked her arms over the pillow. Why the hell did you just do that?

'Because my dad doesn't want me to have a life!' Tabitha shouted at herself, her voice echoed.

He does, he is trying to get you in order. He is doing the right thing. You disobeyed him. It is for your own good.

'What do you know? You're a voice in my bloody head!' Tabitha screeched. The voice did not reply. Tabitha sighed loudly hoping it would hear her. She shook her head, of course it could hear her.

There was a slight noise from Tabitha's window. Tabitha snapped her head up to it. The window slid fully open and a leg slid in, followed by a body. It was dark and Tabitha could not identify the person.

Charlie heaved himself in. He stopped and looked around the dark room, lit only by the moon and stars. There was a big mess in the middle of the room. It consisted mostly of ripped paper. His eyes snapped up to the now crying Tabitha. Her head lung low.

Charlie stepped over to her and sat on the bed, it dipped a little. He slipped his shoes off and chucked them to the floor gently. He crossed his legs, his body facing Tabitha. Tabitha looked up to him. 'You left.' He said staring into her eyes.

'It was late.' Tabitha whimpered. Charlie pulled her close. He stroked her hair gently and hushed her. She pushed her head into his chest. She wanted him close, though she didn't know why. She'd never wanted someone so close. Tabitha realised she had only known him for a couple of days and now she was in his arms crying. They had a serious connection. Tabitha thought about the sensation she got every time they touched. Then the thought of how the girls swooned for him popped into her head. He could choose anyone to be cuddling right now, even sleeping with but he was with her. He was with her.

'It's okay.' He said quietly, still stroking Tabitha's rough hair.

'No it's not.' She pulled away from him. She glanced up to him. She wanted answers and quick.

'You left without...giving me a...kiss.' Charlie stammered. Charlie's words alarmed Tabitha. It's getting hot in here! Tabitha held back her replied smile to her small talking voice. She did want to smile but she was sad, she found she couldn't manage a smile.

'What?' Tabitha let her alarm come out into her voice. Charlie brushed Tabitha's hair behind her ear. Tabitha's senses tingled. She breathed slightly. Charlie leaned in and kissed her neck gently. Tabitha's heart jumped to hyper speed. Her movement paralysed. Charlie began kissing his way up her neck. He ran his bottom lip across her cheek. Tabitha's breathing sped up, her heart pounding in her chest.

Tabitha picked up his chin and looked deeply into his luscious green eyes. Charlie placed his hand around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Tabitha smiled and pressed her lips against his. They moved to each others bodies for at least a minute. New hormones were erupting. Tabitha got the tingly feeling all over her body. Tabitha pulled away, heart racing. 'That was nice.' Charlie whispered he licked his lips. They were still pressed to each other. Tabitha blushed, she nodded. Charlie softly kissed her again.

The door opened and Smith switched the light on. Tabitha pulled herself away from Charlie's warmth and looked up to her father. Her heart was pumping two times faster than normal from being caught. Smith looked around the room, it appeared to him that a tornado had hit. His head snapped to the innocent looking teenagers. 'Get out!' He bellowed at Charlie. Charlie scrambled up and grabbed his shoes. He pushed past Smith. Tabitha heard the door slam. 'Tabitha you are never to see him again.'

'What the hell, can't I have any life? Are you trying to isolate me now?' Tabitha stood up and yelled at her father.

'No it's for your own good.' Smith said he had calmed down a little. Tabitha thought back to what the voice had said earlier and how sad she was then.

'No it's bloody not!' She shrieked. 'I missed you everyday when you left, even though I was young and didn't understand most of it. I wished you were there everyday! I wished that you would come back! Now that I am with you I wish I had never met you!' Smith left the room angrily. Tabitha began to cry again when he slammed the door. Tears streamed down her face quickly one after another. She had just about enough. Her father saying she couldn't see Charlie had sent her over the edge.

Tabitha yanked her backpack from the bottom of her wardrobe. She threw in her other school books and her pencil case. She then threw in a change of clothes and zipped the bag up. Tabitha stood. She rummaged around in her wardrobe for some shoes and found her flat ankle boots. What are you doing?

'I'm getting out of here!' Tabitha headed for the window and slid herself out; she stood on the ledge and threw her bag down. It hit the floor with a thud. Tabitha gulped. She lowered herself down and held onto the ledge. Soon she was dangling from it. She let go and prayed that she wouldn't break anything.

Tabitha threw her bag down onto the porch of George's cabin, he wasn't home yet. Tabitha would have to wait on the bench until he got back, if he got back.  

Tabitha was tired but she didn't want to sleep outside, anything could take her. A twig snapped and it made Tabitha turn her head quickly. George emerged from the shadows. He saw Tabitha staring at him. 'It's three in the morning...' He stopped and rubbed his eyes. '...Sorry if I scared you.' He continued, stepping up onto the porch slowly. Tabitha glanced up to him and met his gaze. She began to cry again. Bloody mood swings. Get a grip.

'Shut up.' She screamed. George took a step back.

'What?' He asked he was very confused. Tabitha was on his porch at three in the morning crying. They were both very drunk and tired.

'Not you.' Tabitha said like she wasn't insane. 'Can I stay for the night?' Tabitha stood. She looked down to the floor. George sighed and grabbed her bag from the porch floor. 

The cabin was warm. George chucked Tabitha's bag onto the sofa. 'You can sleep in here or in bed with me.' Tabitha was surprised by his forwardness. George saw her surprise from his statement. 'It's warmer in my room. I don't leave the fire running over night.' Tabitha nodded and sized up her options.

'I'll go in your room then, no touching though.' George chuckled slightly. Tabitha didn't

George strolled down the hall and into his room. The bed had been placed in the middle, black sheets covered it nicely. He had a bed side table on both sides and each one had a lamp. To the right Tabitha could see a door. She guessed it was a bathroom.

George sat down on his bed and proceeded to take his clothes off. Tabitha stared. 'What are you doing?'

'I sleep in my boxers.' Tabitha nodded and began to strip down to her underwear too. She forgot to pack night clothes. She regretted it now. George glanced over to her.

'Don't look!' She snapped. Once she had got undressed she climbed into the warm bed. Tabitha pulled the sheets over herself and got comfy.

George climbed in and wriggled around for a few seconds, he heard Tabitha sigh. He stopped and rolled over onto his side. 'Night.' He said sleepily.

'Night.'