Hidden Bonds

Chapter 8: Lies part 1

Trust.
It will be okay.
Just trust.

But how can I think clearly when i see Graham getting out of his truck, here to pick up his date.

He's wearing a tight black shirt. You can see the defined muscles beneath. His long legs are clad in a pair of old ripped up jeans. His scruff is starting to turn into a small beard. His hair is a mess of shoulder length dirty blonde locks that look freshly washed for this important date.

I wish he had gotten dressed up for me.
I wish I was that important date he was picking up, opening the car door for, driving off with.

My sister is wearing a tight black dress, her leather jacket hung haphazardly over her arm.

She means business tonight. This isn't playtime for her.

My heart stutters in my chest as I watch through the window, biting my lip to avoid the tears I feel coming on. I'm an Alpha. I need to act like it, but even dad can feel this way when mom is hurt, when mom feels pain.

"Don't think too much of it." It's Robin. Her hand is clasping my shoulder in an attempt at comfort.

"It still hurts. She knows I like him, but she still agreed to go on a date with him. Why?" I'm not sure our sister would share her secrets with Robi or not.

"She has her reasons, I think." Robi is only 13. I shouldn't be asking her this, she wouldn't know how I feel.

She gives me a hug, her big brother the one who is weak right now while she is strong.

I try to forget about it, distract myself, but I can't.

And I end up at a pack bonfire with Posy drinking away my worries. I don't have to think while I'm here. I don't have to worry about men molesting me. All I have to do is feel the music and drink.

I'm dizzy.

Spinning around and around with Posy. Laughing together, playing together, drinking our way until we are both using each other as a crutch, trying not to fall over.

I try to help Posy to her house, but I don't quite make it there. Uncle Huxley finds us laying on the ground nearby.

"Again Posy? Your mother is going to kick my ass if she finds out about this!" He scoops her up into his arms, always the loving father.

"No she won't! We just won't tell her. It's our secret! Right daddy?" I watch with blurry vision as he smiles and continues to lug his shit-faced daughter home.

I just continue to lay there. Staring at the stars. Graham's house is nearby. I think I might visit him. I want to see him.

I stand, wobbly on my feet, and make my way to the front door.

I don't knock, I just head in and up the stairs.

His room smells heavenly, his bed is so soft and warm. I start to strip, tearing my favorite shirt off me, almost falling as I throw my pants across the room. I lay down in his bed, clutching his pillow to me, breathing in his scent.

"Mmmmmm." I'm purring like a cat.

And after a while, I pass out to the sweet smell of Graham.

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Graham's POV

I watch her.