Colliding With My Mate(Book #2)

Chapter 2

Walking out on my mate was the most foolish thing I had ever done. I regretted it almost instantly but it was too late to go back. What was done was done. I could only continue to go forward pretending as if I didn't just knowingly do one of the most detrimental things to our relationship.

The after affects of my decision were felt immediately throughout the household. We slept in separate beds in separate rooms. Reid stayed out the whole day if possible. Sometimes I wouldn't see him in three or four days. We exchanged minimal words and if so, it was always about the house.

The bathroom needed more toilet paper, the garbage needed to be taken out. The longest conversation we had was two weeks ago about Max, Reid's best friend of many years who needed a place to stay for a bit. After I was rescued, Max decided to go to the Caribbean for vacation. After that he needed a place to crash for a week.

When Max came we didn't even bother to act as if everything was normal. I could tell Reid didn't inform Max about our situation because he looked baffled to find out that we slept in separate rooms or that we didn't exchange any substantial words with each other. After two days of being a guest, he informed us that he made arrangements to head back to the Caribbean because it was "too chilly for his taste in the Melovitch house."

Now it was just the two of us again or technically one because he was never home. Without Reid at home the house felt lonely but with him at home the house felt incredibly tense.

Reid's avoidance of me did change things. I wanted to actually get better. I wanted to see our friends again, and I wanted to talk to him.

I started taking necessary steps. I left the house every other morning. At first it would be to walk outside the house to get mail and immediately come back in. Now I walked to the woods or I drove to a store.

Next was the insecurity about the hair. My hair was growing at an exceptional rate, "thank god for being a werewolf". A month past and it was past my shoulders. I straightened it a lot so it could reach my mid back.

I never wanted it to be short again. It being short reminded me of the rouges and I didn't want them to affect my chance at growth and healing.

My back as well was fully healed. The scars had faded on my arms and back and I was slowly starting to ditch the long sleeves for shorter sleeves and dresses.

If Reid even noticed my change he didn't say anything. Reid's temperament was that of scorching fire or icy tundra.

Either he was fiery with rage or completely silent with indifference. I hated being yelled at by him but at least I knew that if he did explode on me the matter would be resolved either the same day or the next. Whereas if he iced me out, that could go on for weeks, months, and even a year(as we have seen in the past).

Today though, after about a week of no communication I was ready to change things. I was going to apologize and work things out. Instead of pushing him away I was going to bring him in. I wasn't entirely "healed", but I was nowhere as bad as I was three months ago. Yes I had nightmares and guilt but I wanted to share that with him instead of keeping it to myself.

I waited up all night for him and I was rewarded when I heard his car pull into the driveway. I was waiting for him at the bottom of the steps.

"Cara." He acknowledged me at the steps. I allowed him to walk right past me. He went to his room and I followed him.

He shut the door before I could get to the top of the stairs. I took a deep breath and entered the room.

Reid was changing his shirt. He didn't even look at me."What do you want Cara?"