ALONE

-THIRTEEN-

Mea sat at her door for a good fifteen minuets, alone just crying softly into the empty house. Always alone, little Mea. Ever since she was little. Her Mother would be out constantly and her father away for business. She always was the quiet kid. The average kid. The one who was never understood, just a topic of conversation. And even then, she felt like a wall, looked past, and unnoticed. And God she hated it. She hated being herself with ever fibre of her living.

After Mea made a cup of mint tea, she went to clean up in the bathroom. She nearly spilt all her tea when she walked into the room and saw Ian sitting on her counter. "What the hell are you doing here?!"

He smiled at her, and his eyes twinkled. "Just a friend is he?"

Mea audibly sighed and rolled her eyes. She pushed him out of her bathroom, beginning to shake all over again. Dammit. "I don't owe you an explanation for anything, nor do you deserve my curtesy to walk you out of my home so for Christ sake get out!" She begged her voice not to shake.

He laughed at her. He actually laughed at her. "You owe me everything. I risked a lot last night! God you're so naive to everything, and you deserve so much more than him! Look what he's done to you!"

Mea closed her eyes and took a deep breath trying to keep from crying in front of him. "First of all, he didn't do anything to me." She said it quietly and eerily calm. "Second of all, you are a terrible alternative!" Her voice began to rise and so she took another breath. "And lastly, you need to leave my house before I call the cops or go all supernatural ape shit on you."

Ian laughed again. And Mea slapped him, hardly, again. He caught her hand in his and winced at the immediate heat that burned her to the core. Yet he didn't release her. "You don't have any clue how to control you're gifts." The way he pronounced gifts made her itch to hurt him. "You need me. You're alone without me."

And so she allowed the tears to role down her cheeks fast and passionately. She stole her hand back and angrily swiped at her damp cheeks. "Get out! Get out, get out, get out!" Mea said furiously as she pushed past him scurrying to her room. As her hand shook around her metal door knob, he breathing ragged with all the pent up anger, she felt Ian's presence behind her. His heat waft around her like a warm blanket. She loved his minty smell, and she hated herself for it. "Im sorry." His words were forced, and quiet, but Mea heard his struggle.

She laughed sadly, "It's a little late for that."

Mea still had her back to him. She could feel him sigh. She could feel his fast breaths. She could feel the electricity that burned between them.

His arm reached past her small frame and opened the door. Mea turned around to be face to face with empty air.

••AN- I will update once I get reads, and If I start getting feedback from some comment action, then Ill make them double the normal length••