Running Rogue

Chapter 12

My new laptop wasn't working very well but that's not why the update was late. It was thanksgiving and I had the chapter all set, I was just proof-reading it. Well anyway I didn't finish proof- reading it but at this point I think it takes me longer to proof-read a chapter than it does for me to write one.

This is a long chapter so... enjoy it's been vaguely edited!

My stats button is broken its really depressing. Oh don't forget to play the song.

One more thing if anyone is interested in being my editor, I think I just might need one. 

When she finally pried her face from his, she seemed to get a few of her senses back. She ran to me and tried to apologize but her efforts were lost on me. I didn't want to hear anything. I could barely even look at her. Each time I allowed myself to take a glimpse at her my wrist started burning. She tried to hurt me. 

I left the pack area and checked my hand. I wandered into the bathroom, and looked in the counter to find some isopropyl alcohol. I cleaned up the finger nail markings, a clear reminder of the hatred she felt in her heart for me all this time. It was hard to believe because I thought we had been so close, but I guess I didn't know her as well as I thought I did. I guess I didn't know her at all.

It seemed like everyone else knew she was iff kilter but me. It made no sense though, our friends never showed any hesitance toward being friends with her and Jason never said anything about her being crazed. It didn't make sense in my head, it didn't make sense at all, no matter how hard I tried to push the puzzle pieces together in my head.

Her parents checked up on me earlier but I didn't expect them to truly care. What I felt was just an extra burden on them. The fact was simply that their daughter was cured from whatever was plaguing her. And I understood that sometimes its okay to be selfish.

When I exited the bathroom Ally confronted me. I never thought of what Matisse's sudden happiness might mean for the Port family. If Matisse was mated to the Alpha that meant that Ally wasn't, that meant that Ally had nothing, no claim over anything. She was beneath Matisse.

The hatred for Matisse, it made sense. She was competition and didn't submit to Ally. Ally might not have been as shallow or as I always thought; she just had a nasty habit of self-preservation. We all have it in us; hers is just more noticeable to me. That didn't excuse what she did to me and Matisse though; it just made it slightly understandable.

The broken expression on her face only helped plead her case.

I never liked Ally, but the situation was horrible, where were all her friends now?

"The same place as yours, gone" she replied somberly. Damn I must have said that last one out loud. 

She was right too; I think that's what hurt the most.

"I'm sorry that came out wrong, I had no right."

"Oh, yes you did. I wasn't the nicest kid on the block back in the day. I didn't make your life easy and look where that's brought me, mate-less no claim to anything. My parents don't even know what to do with me. I'm going to have to face that look  Matisse's face for the rest of my sucky life."

I knew what look she was talking about. The look on Matisse's face, when she looked to the pack and realized it was all hers. It was a hungry look of avarice and power and everything my best friend and I used to stand against.

 Fixated love had brought all of this on, maybe having a soul-mate wasn't as good as everyone thought it was or better yet maybe there were no such things as soul mates because true love takes time it's not just about biological compatibility.