A Delinquent School? Seriously Dudes? But I'm a wolf...

Chapter 18- Thanking my enemy;

Sorry!!!! I aint posted in ages have I? I did write this the other day :s but my computer crashed and erased it all-.- man I hate it when that happens! :L 

Anywaaaaaay! Thanks a tonne for the proper nice comments on the last part :') and thanks for sticking with this story even though it's kinda crap in places :/ 

You guys are actual legends :') I love yous!<3 Enjoyyyy... <3

Oh and im sorry this bit is shit, I didnt know how to write it...

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 Chapter 18- Thanking my enemy;

My eyes flung open as I let out an ear piercing scream. The person next to me, my mate, bolted up beside me, but I barely registered him.

I could feel myself shaking violently. I had just been killed. So that’s what it’s like to die. Oh my god I’d just died.

I died.

He killed me. He actually killed me.

Oh my god!

I sucked in air as the tears escaped my eyes, streaming down my face before I could stop them.

I faintly noticed my mate beside me, panicking as he pulled me into his chest protectively.

My breathing was jagged, and I tried desperately to forget about the god damn dream.

“Shh” my mate whispered into my hair “Its okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

I chocked on my tears at the sound of his voice. The voice of my enemy. The voice of the boy who stabbed me. Who hit me. The boy who I’m trying to forgive. Trying being the operative word. Oh crap, it was Nate.

I tried to pull away, but my body was overcome by my intense fear. I could feel my body shaking violently, as I chocked on the air I was trying to breathe.

“It’s okay. There’s no one here but us. I wont hurt you. Shh. It’s alright.”

His voice was oddly calming, and instead of pulling out of his arms, I pushed myself closer, so that my face was buried in his chest. He smoothed my hair gently as I continued to cry.

Oh man. That was horrible! To be killed I mean.

And to think I did that to my own father.

A loud sob escaped my lips as tears streamed down my face.

Nate pulled me closer to him, resting his head on mine as I continued to sob into his warm, hard, chest.

I’m a fuckingg monster! Shit. I’m a murderer! I mean I’ve always known I was one. But I never really thought of it as murder until now! I never realised the fear he must have felt as I plunged my teeth into his neck.

I shuddered at the image, as another loud sob ripped through my chest.

Nate rubbed my back soothingly, murmuring quietly in my ear. And it was helping. His voice. It was just calming. Like I knew he would protect me. No matter what he’d done to me in the past, he would protect me from any other dangers.

“Shh. It’s alright. Everythings alright. Shh.”

My breathing caught as my cries turned to sobs.

I groaned loudly, and Nate pulled me up so that I was facing him.

His eyes widened as soon as he saw my face, and his jaw dropped a little.

I sniffled, trying to smirk, wanting desperately to be smug about this, but not being able to above the conflicting emotions that were threatening to take control of my body.