My Agitated Mate Can't Deal with My Alpha Ass [Book 3 of Alpha Mate Trilogy]

Chapter Seven: Heading North

The next morning I refused to turn over. Why? It's not like anyone really wanted to see me anyways. Of course Spencer parked himself outside my door and refused to leave until we 'talked'. I did managed to charge my iPhone long enough to listen to my music for 3 hours.

At noon, I got up and showered, dressed and grabbed my bag. I'm going out...alone. Stupid I know but I need to be alone and I know that every time I'm alone I get attacked, but I can't stand this anymore and Aunt Row's words keep echoing in my head. I bring dreariness. I bring pain. I bring terror. I bring fear. And it's to the people I love most and it's scary that I can't do anything about it. It's a curse.

I opened my door and immediately shoved back in and flat on my against the bed. Spencer glared down at me, boiling in anger.

"You..."

I stared back nonchalantly. "Me..."

"I wanted to break down the door."

"Why didn't you? No one stopped you."

"I respected your privacy and how you wanted to be alone. I wanted you to have to decision in letting me in. Your mate. But I guess I'm no different that everyone else. I'm no one to you."

I stared back indifferently and I heard another set of feet.

"I thought I say you couldn't be alone together!" My dad ripped him away from me. Part of me forced myself forward and in between to the two men.

"No." I said.

"You will not do this to us Spencer." My dad snapped.

"Dad." I demanded.

"Uncle Markus I'm sorry, but I can't help it and you know that feeling." They were both ignoring me.

"You have no right to call me uncle. I want nothing to do with you anymore."

"Stop! Stop it now! Leave him alone and both of you, get out! Get out right!" I screamed so hard my face turn blood red and I shoved the both out. I slammed and locked the door behind them. Guess that ruined my plans.

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I packed enough for me, and I'm have enough money to last me a few days until I get to gram's. She'll understand. Who better to deal with this than her. It all started with her anyways.

That night I skipped dinner and slid down my balcony and somersaulted to the tree line. I knew those gymnastic classes paid off. I pushed my hair back and started to jog. It's a day's drive by car, and if I hitchhiked, I'll make it there in two days tops. I need that time so they figure out I'm gone, panic and calls gram. She wouldn't have seen me. She'll harbor me three days tops and then call mom and dad.

I made it to the main road and looked up at the moon. Three days ago the spider veins started and now it's an sixth of the way across and it's freaking me out.

I held out my thumb as cars passed, but one stopped besides the creepy, perverted men, which I ignored. I finally stopped an overweigh, female, redneck who like the 59¢ sodas from truck stops.

I climb in her, surprisingly, cleaned truck. "Where you headed girl?"

"North. Frederick's creek."

"Headed north to, reckoned I might do you a favor. You can't trust men. I stop 2 hours away, got to pick up from there."

"That's fine. Thanks."

"Why are you running up north anyhow?"

"Just need a break from home I guess."

"Mommy and daddy not spoiling you enough?"

Stupid human. "No. Overbearing. Overprotective. Need spaced to breathe."