Never Again: Chapter 70
Rose's POV
I grasped Niall's hand once I said goodnight to Jessie. I don't believe she will make it through the next few days. She was weak and pale, her hair had even turned dull. Louis would stay with her until she finally passed. I felt a twinge of guilt because it was Niall's fault. Therefore it was my fault as well since he was my mate, and my responsibility.
Niall and I went into our room, lights still strung from the headboard and unlit candles everywhere. I had cleaned up the dried rose petals earlier today, even if it was bittersweet. I didn't want that night with Niall to end, but it did. Now I was here, in another mess because of Niall.
It wasn't Jessie's fault, and she didn't deserve it. But I know deep down her life was spiraling out of control. She was weak emotionally and physically, her dying would benefit her.
What am I saying? Dying isn't something to be benefitted
I groaned and slipped out of my shorts and t shirt. I pulled out a tank top and a pair of cotton sleeping shorts. Then I slipped on one of Niall's sweatshirts. Niall was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth I assume. I knocked on the door and he mumbled something i couldn't understand. I stepped inside the bathroom and he was brushing his teeth. He half smiled and spit into the sink, rinsing his mouth then stepping outside so I could have the bathroom. I went about my bathroom business and went back into my room.
"Hello babe," Niall greeted me from our bed. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and I wasn't sure if he was wearing boxers or not because he had the blanket over himself. He opened his arms for me and I crawled up the bed to his side, snuggling close to his chest.
"When do you think the mess with the Daemons will be over?" I asked suddenly. Niall was quiet for a moment before speaking.
"Soon, I hope."
"I just want to go back to a semi normal life. But I guess having a normal life wasn't apart of the big plan for me."
"Niall?" I asked again and he hummed in response. "How much do you actually feel like you're living?"
"I'm not," he answered.
"Why is that?" I asked and sat up straight. His eyes were beginning to droop.
"I don't know. With all this bullshit about the packs and the hunters I feel like I'm just a fuck up. I don't feel like in living because I make all these mistakes then everyone jumps down my throat and I can't help but feel like I'm suffocating. Living life is supposed to be and meant to be fun. Not this bullshit." Niall ended talking with a large sigh.
"I understand," I mumbled against his skin. "Get some sleep."
Niall hummed and scooted under the sheets. I quickly followed and he wrapped his arms around my waist. Niall looked so peaceful when he slept, all of the worry would wash away and he would look young again.
Niall had drifted off to sleep, but my wolf was nagging me about something. She wasn't letting me rest and wouldn't even tell me what she wanted so badly. Finally I let her use my body and we walked downstairs. Immediately I smelled something. It smelt like cigarettes and beer. A musky scent was evident too and I recognized it as Blake's.
I grew nervous. What was Blake doing awake at 2 in the morning, drinking and smoking? I found him in the kitchen, slumped over on the floor with a beer in hand. There were a pack of cigarettes above him on the counter but I didn't see a liter. His normally bright brown eyes were glassy and red, no doubt from the alcohol. He had a cut on his lip, that must've been from Niall. I felt guilty for him. Blake had no clue what he was getting into.
I couldn't deal with him in his drunken state but my wolf made me crouch down beside him, and take away his beer. She whined loudly when he grunted in pain. He had a cut on his shoulder and I could see it start to bleed through the bandages and gauze. 'Help him,' my wolf yelled at me and I nodded. I grabbed bandages and gauze from the basket on the counter and took off his used bandages. He wasn't wearing a shirt so the cut was easily cleaned and bandaged.
"There you go," I whispered and stood up to leave.
"I knew you liked me," Blake's eyes were still closed, he was smiling. He slurred his words, meaning he had too many beers.
"I like you as a friend,"
"Friends don't have moments," he said arrogantly shaking his head.
"We have never had a moment," I spat and began to feel sick.
"So you don't think laying in my arms on the forrest floor counts as a moment? Or crying on my shoulder, or maybe perhaps when you told me everything you couldn't tel Niall." I was surprised how well his voice stayed strong. But he was wrong. I was in a vulnerable state then.
"Blake, you were there for me like a friend would be. I was vulnerable and sad and you were a shoulder to cry on." He looked crushed for a moment.
"That's a lie, you like me back."
"No, I love Niall. But I love you as well because you were there for me, and you were a good friend," I emphasized friend and he didn't seem to like that.
"Stop calling me that! I know you like me so let's just fuck already!" Blake's shouted and I stumbled back a few feet so I had a considerable amount of space between us.
"Blake stop it it!" I yelled and looked him straight in the eye. He stood up and stumbled towards me but I kept moving back until I was met with a wall.
Dammit, this is your fault! I yelled to my wolf but she whimpered from fear.
"You know Niall will kick your ass so fuck off!" I yelled, and he stopped.
"I'm not fucking scared of Niall." Blake spat and took a step closer to me. We were inches a part and I was scared of what he would do. I pushed his chest away and he stumbled on his drunk ass.
I could take him, easily. But I didn't want to hurt him. My wolf wouldn't let me no matter how much of an ass he was being. I was frozen as he pushed himself from the floor and he was pushing me against the wall. His hand traveled up my thigh an I almost threw up on him. I took my hand, balling it in a fist and made it collide with Blake's jaw. I wouldn't punch him hard enough to break it, but hard enough so he would stumble over or maybe pass out. As soon as he was on the floor muttering cuss words I took off up the steps. I needed to be with Niall or Iris or someone who made me feel a little safe.
Blake was shouting profanities and I was crying when I reached Niall and i's bedroom. Harry stumbled our of his room, only in his boxers and looked down the hall. His eyes met mine and I cried even harder. This damn door was being stubborn and wouldn't open. I shouted for Niall to come and open the door and I heard footsteps from the steps. The door opened and Niall looked like he would pass out. Harry was beside me, asking what was wrong with me but I heard Blake shout again.
"Rose what is wrong?" Harry asked again and I shook my head and wiped my eyes again.
"Blake was saying awful things and I jus-" I didn't have time to explain when Niall pushed past me and into Harry's arms. "No Niall stop right now!" I yelled and he stopped.
"I'm gonna kill him. What did he say to you," Niall screamed and I began to stutter. "Don't fucking lie either."
"He said he had moments and that we should fuck and that he thought I liked him," I said in the smallest voice possible. Niall's hand collided with the drywall and it cracked under his knuckles.
"Did he touch you," Niall shouted. I couldn't speak, my eyes were still pouring tears. I nodded, unable to speak.
"I'll fucking kill him," Niall yelled again.
This couldn't be happening.
