Chapter 5

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I'm sorry for not updating for awhile. I'm trying to pull off all A's and it seems basically impossible and I'm trying to write a story based on my terrible love life. Lol. Sorry again. VOTE! PLEASE.

Warning; Blood and Stuff

Day One-Day Two

*ZACK'S POV*

We didn't find the book that day. We still can't find it. I don't really know what to do anymore and another full moon is coming, which is baaad, mostly because of these reasons:

1. Will tried to kill me, or I think Will tried to kill me.

2. The moon makes wolves emotions rise and suddenly you're shoving your tongue down your sisters throat. Seriously, I have heard stuff like that happens...

3. Zoey is a wolf too.

I mean, I guess it's not alllll bad....as long as Zoey and I are separated, we should be okay.

I think.

Ugh. I just can't help it. Zoey is so adorable. Her dimples, oh, and that smile! Her hair just flows like a waterfall down her shoulders... NO. Think about Samantha here. Samantha is my life, and she could possibly be the one.

But she did kill those people... On accident, of course.

This is when I wish the voice in my head would tell me what to do and which path to take, but then I remember. There isn't a voice in my head. I plopped on my bed, elbows on my knees and I rubbed away my headache at my temples.

Honestly, I would give anything to just be able to go to sleep, but I know I'll just start thinking again. Thinking about what happened. What happened to Jason. And Miles. Then I will start worrying about Luka. And Samantha... Then I will cry.

Screw this, I NEED to sleep.

I punched my pillow and pulled my shirt off my chest and closed my eyes. I listened to my own breathing and focused on my heartbeat... In, out. In,

Out. In, Out. In, Out. In, Out. In, Out....

*ZOEY'S POV*

I could hear Zack's breathing on the other side if the wall. I know that he's mine. He has to be my mate... I can feel it...

I remember his hand touching mine and my heart pounds. I close my eyes and just day dream. I day dream about me and him together, but then I remember Samantha and my heart clenches. He can't be mine... he already has someone to call his own.

I want to kill her.

You see that? I don't even know the girl and I want to murder her, all because she has what I want. Him.

I turned over in my bed. Well, the bed I was given to sleep in. I can't sleep... I'm emotional... I need my friend...

I go to my bag by the room door and pull out my bathroom kit. I pulled out the shiny object and headed to the bathroom sink. I pulled out the razor, placed it on my wrist and cut.

"Crap." I whispered. I didn't cut deep enough. It's been awhile since I last cut... I want to feel the pain.

Some people cut for attention, I cut for pain. I love pain. I love it in ways many people wouldn't understand.

The second time, I drew blood. The third time, even more. That night, I cut the most I had ever in my life.... and then I fell asleep...

Whoops.

*ZACK'S POV*

I smell blood. And a lot of it.

I stood up and quickly moved into the hall. It was definitely coming from Samantha's old room, where Zoey is sleeping.

I opened the door, "Zoey?" I called. I scanned the room and didn't see her. I checked Samantha's bathroom and found the door locked.

'The smell of blood keeps growing' I thought.

I started to kick down the door.

Bang

Bang

BANG!

The door popped off the hinges and I saw Zoey, laying in a pool of blood with cut marks covering her arms.

Her face was pale and her body was limp when I picked her up.

"ZOEY! ZOEY?!? WAKE UP!" I screamed in her face. I heard gasps behind me and turned to see Rachael as Ariel right behind me.

"This is bad... So much blood." Ariel said to herself.

"Her spirt is slipping Zack! Do something!!!" Rachael panicked.

I looked helplessly at Zoey's body,"I- I can't do anything!"

"You're both werewolves! Can't you do something to help her?!"Ariel yelled.

"We have to be in the same pack... we need..." My mind was running a million miles an hour. I grabbed the razor blade next to Zoey's hand and sliced the top my finger. I pressed my finger to her cuts and waited.

"What are you doing?" Rachael asked.

"I'm adding her to my pack." I answered numbly.

All of the sudden it hit me. I felt it in my heart, like a train wreck. Zoey is my mate. She's the one destined for me. not Samantha.

Zoey say up quickly in my arms and looked around, dazed.

"Wha-What happened?" she asked, looking confused.

Ariel walked over to Zoey, looked into her eyes for a second and then slapped her, hard.

Tears were in her eyes as she said, "YOU FREAKING IDIOT! You can't just try to kill yourself, are you retarded?!? I can't believe what you just did! How could you leave me behind like that?!?" and with that, she turned, and walked out of the room, with Rachael hot on her heels.

"Owwww..." Zoey looked at me, almost like she was expecting me to slap her too. I didn't.

Instead, I starred into her eyes and saw my future. My future with her. Making my own pack with her.

My heart was pounding a 1000 miles per hour as I leaned closer to her. I felt as if a magnetic pull was slowly bring us together. Zoey was frozen, waiting me to make a move.

I pressed my lips to her while my fingers snaked through her hair. she remained frozen for a while, but then she melted into my embrace and brought her hands to my face. I moved my lips and she followed along, we moved in perfect unison. I felt strength building within me. I moved my lips down to her neck, slowly kissing her up her neck and then I kissed her lips once again.

I ran my hands through her hair and placed them at her hips, pulling her closer to me. She pulled my shaggy hair as she kissed me.

Zack. Help.

I pushed Zoey off me and stood up quickly. She looked at me, confused.

"Zack? Are you ok?" she asked me curiously.

"Um. Yeah. Fine." No I'm not, "I'm gonna go to bed... it's late." I walked out the door but then walked back in and swiped her razor blade that was covered in her blood.

"Hey! Zaaack." Zoey whined.

"I'm going to keep this safe. And we will be talking about this tomorrow. Clean yourself up and go to bed." I commanded.

I went to my own bed and tossed Zoeys razor in my bed side table drawer. I flopped on top of my covers and closed my eyes.

I swear I heard Samantha's voice...

Guys. Cutting is bad. Don't do it. I put it in the story to add drama. Please VOTE, SHARE, FOLLOW!

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