I found my mate, but he's a player

Hunters

Myas POV

"How can this be?" I'm really confused.

" Mya, we have reasons to fake our death," Damon lowered his voice.

" What reasons? To make mom and I grieve and become depressed, unhappy? To make my best friends believe I was a lunatic because I didn't see you in the woods at your funeral?" My voice getting louder.

" No not because of that." Damon whispered again.

"Then what is it damon?" I shouted, my voice on the verge of cracking because of the tears. "Please tell me what yours and dads reasons are to cause this much grief, depression, sorrow!"

" Mya it's not because of that, it's because dad and I were protecting you from," he exhaled deeply and continued. "Hunters."

"Hunters?" I said confused. " We've had problems caused by hunters all the time an stop faked your Death because of hunters??"

" Yes, because we did something terrible. Now we faked our deaths because they would've wanted to sue you or mom as leverage to get us out."

" So it was a problem because of me and mom being used as leverage?!" I yelled. "Me and mom can take good care of ourselves. We've lived through both of your 'deaths'. And we haven't once tried to commit suicide, or even think about it."

" Yes, I know but-" Dad whispered.

" WHY ARE TOU WHISPERING?!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

" Shhhhhh!!!" Damon said. I thru my hands up in frustration. I. Give. Up.

" You know what, never mind. I'm going home to mom, where ill actually feel at home. And there she won't try to fake her deaths because of protection even though we don't need it." I screamed.

I ran back to my car, despite Dad and Damon's pleads. I buckled up and hit the gas peddle full on. As I got home, I yelled, " Im home!" Usually my mom would reply 'I'm in the kitchen' or 'I'm in the laundry room', but I got no answer.

" Mom?" I yelled still know answer. I went to the kitchen, and everything was put away and clean. I went into the laundry room and saw that there was no dirty clothes. She's probably in her room taking a nap.

I climbed up the stairs to my moms room. I opened it quietly and whispered," Mom?" I saw her sleeping with one arm off the bed. I walked over to her and she looked like she wasn't breathing.

Scared as I was, I listen for a heartbeat. I heard a faint one, but not big. I stumbled to grab my phone. I dialed 911 and I looked at the nightstand. There were a whole bunch of empty pill bottles. And beside it was a note. I grabbed it and read it with the 911 operator asking what's my emergency.

~Mya

I'm so sorry, but I couldn't handle the lost of another person in this family. I've missed my mate for so long, an as it is, my wolf has been sulking in sorrow. The pain was too much for me to bare. So live on with your life. And I know this will only cause you more pain. Don't call the ambulance. Please. I know your going to go against my wishes anyways, but there's no help for me anymore, unless there's a cure for heartbreak.

I'm sorry.

~Mom~

I cried into the phone. I sat down and thought about this.

" Hello? What's your emergency?" The operator asked.

" My mom tried to commit suicide from a drug overdose. I need an ambulance to 4527 N Garden Lane. Please hurry." I whimpered into the phone.

" Okay right way. An ambulance will be there shortly. Hold in there." She said quickly and ended the phone call.

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I'm sitting in a chair beside my moms hospital bed. Her heartbeat is faint on the monitor, which the beeping becomes slower and slower by the minute.

I have my head in my hands. I'm barely keeping it under control. I know who's fault it is and I'm trying not to rip their throats out.

The only thing keeping me under control is the doctor, which he's going to tell me what's going on.

Finally after what seemed like hours, the doctor walks in. He looks at me glumly. He begins to talk, but I'm just waiting for the bad news.

" But she's taken to much for us to keep her alive. I'm sorry, but there's nothing we can do." He said. " Im sorry for your loss."

I cried, and laughed a bit. I laughed a little harder and the doctor looked at me as if I was insane.

" It's just that, when my dad and brother died," I chuckled because they 'died'," she said that we would pull through this. And we would get along just fine. Now look." I started crying.

" I've lost my last and only family left." I brought my legs up to my chest and cried. The doctor walks over and rubs my back lovingly.

"I have to go check up on another patient, but I really am sorry." The doctor left me alone. After awhile I stopped crying. I got up and kissed my moms head.

" I love you, and don't forget it." I whispered. I walked out to my car and sat in the drivers seat. When I cried inside, wasn't compared to the breakdown I had in to car.

I cried, screamed, threw stuff around. You get the point. After when I was tired, I just cried. There was a knocking on my window and it startled me. I looked out and saw Trevor standing there.

" What do you want Trevor??" I yelled thru the window.

" To see if your okay." He said. I looked at him and frowned.

" Now you want to see if I was okay?! I'm not okay! My dad, brother, and now my mom are died. I've lost the only family I had left!" I yelled. "What's even worse is that you broke my heart, my friends think I'm a lunatic, Kathy is making my life a living hell hole, and I just don't know what to do anymore."

" December 23,1997. Me and my dad were driving to the ice cream parlor. When my dad turned around, to make sure that I was okay in the back seat, and he steered right into an oncoming truck. He died on impact." He laughed and looked up into the sky.

" Why are you telling me this?" I whispered.

" Because I know what your going through." I looked at him. Should I let in the man I despise the most? I gave him a chance and he lost it. I really need someone right now. And my supposed ' best friends' are probably sitting on the couch watching a movie.

I leaned over and opened the passenger side door. He walked around and got in. He looked at me.

"I want to take you somewhere, to get your mind off of your mom." He said. I frowned and was about to say no, why should I trust you, but he intrupted me.

" I know you dont trust me, but I'm working on that. But for now, will you just trust me?" He pleaded. I sighed in defeat, I nodded causiously. " Kay, lets switch, and I promise to take good care of your car when I'm driving."

I got out when I passed him, my arm barely touched his, and I got those sparks that I get when I'm around him. I sat into the passanger seat.

" Get comfortable, it's going to be a long ride." He said smiling. I buckled up and got comfortable. He started the car and he drove to the highway. I leaned against the window and watched the blurry trees pass by. Soon the vibration of the car lulled me to sleep. But for once in long while, I smiled. Not because he was trying to make me feel better, but because he is trying to earn my trust back for the millionth time and he won't give up. And makes me feel better that someone would wait for me.