My Soul Mate

Chapter 13

I remained sitting up in my bed, staring out the window that Connor had jumped out of.  I slowly climbed to my feet and wrapped my blankets around me as I walked to the window. I looked down. Only then was it that I realized if a human were to jump from this window, they wouldn't be able to run. They would definitely break a bone.

An image of Connor's eyes popped into my head. Deep dark red eyes. The colour of blood.

Blood...

My hand involuntarily lifted to cover the side of my neck. It then traveled down to touch the top of my thigh. Both places had stopped bleeding, but my confusion still remained. How had Connor bitten me hard enough to draw blood?

Another image appeared in my head. It was an image of Connor  looking at me with my blood on his lips. It was smeared over his top and bottom lip, painting them a crimson. His tongue had rimmed his mouth, picking up every drop of blood on him.

A knock on my door interrupted my thoughts. "Come in," I called out. Bear strolled in, each step taken carefully. I thought back to how I had shouted at her earlier. "I'm so sorry," I apologised. "About earlier."

Bear looked confused, but then realization appeared on her face. Bear shook her head a little. "You don't need to apologise for anything," she said, her voice light. "I let it go as soon as it happened. Water under a bridge."

This was part of the reason why Bear was my best friend. She's so understanding and won't judge me or get mad at me heaps easy. Or if she does get mad, she forgives me a couple minutes after.

I walked over to give Bear a hug, but she held out her hands so that I couldn't. I rose my eyebrows, feeling a little hurt that she didn't want me to hug her. "Why are you wrapped in your blankets?" she asked in utter confusion.

I stared down at myself. I had completely forgotten that I was wrapped in only my blankets. What was I supposed to tell Bear? The truth? That Connor had attacked me and drew blood?

Instead, I just shrugged. "For warmth?" I answered, the answer coming out as a question.

Bear cocked her head to the side. Even though I knew she wasn't going to fall for the lie, I at least had hoped that she wouldn't have pressed me to answer. Now, with her head cocked to the side and her eyes wide and blinking, I knew that she would want me to answer. That she would not give in until I answered.

With a sigh, I knew that I had two choices: Tell the truth, or make up a good lie right here right now.

Tossing up my choices, I decided on the last one. And boy did I have a lie...a lie that may lose me some self-respect, but it is way better than telling the truth and being ridiculed for it.

"Well," I started, swallowing a big lump in my throat, "Connor and I were fooling around and, um, one thing led to another..." I trailed off, seeing Bear's mouth open wide and her eyes double in size. Yep, she believed the lie.

It took Bear a while to regain the ability to speak, and even then she had trouble doing so. "So you and Connor, uh, did 'it'?"

I nodded, feeling guilty. Yes, I felt guilty for lying, but there was no way I was going to tell her the truth.

Bear nodded. And nodded. And nodded. Until, finally, miraculously, she spoke. "Where is he now?"

I felt my heart quicken. "He, uh, had to, um, leave." Wow. Smooth. Real smooth, Mia.

Again, Bear nodded. "Alright. Well, um, congratulations?"

Now it was my turn to nod. "Thanks."

The silence was deafening. I hadn't really gotten why authors wrote that until now. That line had been used in most of the books that I had read, and I always got confused about what the author was on about. How could silence be deafening? Well in this very moment, I got it. The saying wasn't meant to be taken literally, as I had always taken it. It refers to the fact that while your environment is quiet, the noise is your head gets turned up, and the racket inside your head deafens you.