Possessive Hearts, His Desired Sin

The Blondie

* You must look at the picture of Jason. He's so hot! *

           Do you ever have those moments where you wish you can just take it back? Those moments where you wished you haven't opened that door? Or said that thing? Or turned around to call your Alpha to tell him how much of an ass he was.

"No! I'm not okay!" I replied the moment he answered my call. Okay maybe the yelling was a bit too much. But hey I was pissed!

"Why are you yelling at me?!" He spoke stern and demanding. Like the Alpha he was always meant to be.

"Why did you ignore me?!? Like I was some kind of dog shit or stain on your shirt."

"Because Rachel was there! If I engaged with you, you would be on her next kill list."

I growled, "that's not an excuse."

"I was trying to protect you!"

I said nothing. Hearing him huff and puff from what he just shouted. Feeling the daggers pierce through the phone and at me. Me...need protection...from her?!? I took one long deep breath. My fingers tightening on my phone, keeping my voice still and thin. Almost Monotone, except not all emotion left my voice. The piercing cold ice remained.

"I don't need your protection," the air was thin and cold. "Especially from her. No one is afraid of her, I can break her in two if I really wanted to. And still, that's not an excuse to treat me like the way you did. I am your Beta. My job is to protect you, not the other way around! You are my superior, but I am a person. And a person deserves a certain amount of respect from every body. I'm not your mistress or some dirty little secret you need to hide. I'm your friend...at least...I thought I was."

"Serena-"

"No! Don't talk to me! Don't speak to me until you can give me the same respect I give you!"

And with that, I hung up on him before he could say another word. Was I...a bit too harsh? It doesn't matter, all that matters is I gotta get out of here before I punch a hole through my bedroom wall.

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        Dressed in a black sports bra and black skin tight shorts that hugged my thighs correctly. I put my long brown hair up into a pony tail. My hands wrapped in fresh newly white bandages. I took a deep breath, containing my anger before I walked over to the stereo. Hooking my iPod up to it as I scrolled. Tapping on a song before it burst through the stereo speakers.

(Play video. It's "just like fire" - Pink.)

~ I know I'm running out of time. I want it all. Mhm. And I wishin' they'd stop tryin' to turn me off. I want it on. Mhm.~

I rolled my shoulders as the music continued to play. Walking up to the punching bag as I took my stance. My fists going up to my chest as I took three long breaths. Waiting for the right moment.

~ We came here to run it, run it, run it.
We came here to run it, run it, run it. Just like fire!~

My fist connected with the punching bag on the word fire. Where the music seem to explode with power. Making every punch after that filled with energy. I let the anger go, all the dirty looks, all the stares. Why can't people just mind their own fucking business. It's always, "talk to me! Trust me! I'm always here for you!" Why can't people just see I want to be alone!