Not My Way

Breakfast - 32

*Lilly's pov*

I woke up in the middle of the night. I guess I fell asleep. Deon was on the floor.

"Deon. Why are you on the floor?" I asked. He didn't answer. I looked over the edge. He was passed out.

I got off the bed and tried to pick him up and put him on the bed. Keyword, tried.

When I tried to pick him up, I tripped and fell on him. He woke up. So much for helping.

He took this chance and grabbed me and lifted me up. I didn't expect it, so I wrapped my legs around his waist.

My stomach was exploding. He was looking lustfully into my eyes. I felt him lower his hand down to my butt.

"Why were you on the floor?" I asked. "You kicked me off." He said. "Oh..." I felt guilty. If it wasn't for me, he would still be sound sleep.

"It's all okay. As long as I'm with you." He said. He set me down on the bed. He went to the other side and climbed under the covers.

I was sitting on the bed, dumbfounded. "Again? You just leave me here again?" I asked turning around.

"You just don't understand that I can't control myself. And making out with you and messing around could trigger me. And I know you're not ready to be a mom."

"What do you know? Joli is pregs. She is my age. She's ready. Why not me?" I asked. What was I saying?

"Really, you're ready to be a mom. Tell me you want to be a mom." He dared me. Oh, I dared.

"Well I am. I am ready to be one. Maybe these aren't the right circumstances, but you make me happy and that's all I want you to be." I said a little angrily. Stop.

"Well I don't need a kid to be happy with you. All I need is you." He said a little impatient.

He's impatient with me? I'm trying to make a point! "Well when I don't make you happy, who will?" I asked.

"You will always. Always. Make me happy. And don't ever forget that." He whispered in my ear.

I tried to glare at him but failed. I instead turned around and went to bed. What did I start?

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I woke with Deon's arms around my waist. I snuggled into his warmth. I don't even care that we fought last night. As long as I have his sparks.

Jeez, I sound all lovey gushy and all that mess. I tapped on his hand. "Deon. Get up. Let's make breakfast." I whispered.

As soon as he heard breakfast, he was out the door. I laughed to myself. I got up and changed.

I walked down and Deon was waiting patiently in the kitchen. "Eager much?" I asked smirking.

"Very, I love breakfast." He said. I grabbed out some eggs and bacon. "Grab some ham and a frying pan."

I fried the bacon, chopped up the ham, cooked the eggs and ham in the bacon grease and set them on six different plates.

I had deon go tell people breakfast was ready. He came back down being followed by two people. "The others were asleep." He said.

Kyla took a plate and Queen took a plate. We ate in silence until the boys came around.

"Morning, sleepy heads." Deon called. I finished my plate. I whispered into kyla and Terrain's ears.

"Meet me on the roof at noon." When I whisper into someone's ear, I mean business. I need to know what they were talking about on the plane.

I went up to the roof. There was a little bit of a wind. Little chilly. I waited there for twenty minutes.

Terrain walked through. Then kyla. "What did I say in my sleep." I asked. They looked at each other.

"It was about... Nora..." Terrain said. "And about your scar." Kyla said. I immediately tensed up and covered my stomach with my arms.

"What did I say." I demanded. "You said the had a silver knife. Covered in wolvesbane. You two were fighting because you were better than her. She sliced you in your stomach. You two used to be friends."

"Thank you for telling me." I said and left. I can't believe I said that in my sleep. I didn't know you can sleep lie.

I went to my room and read a book. I got bored. I went downstairs when I heard a crash.

Everyone was watching Harlem and Deon fight. They were both getting good punches. What were they doing?

I had enough, even though it just started. "Enough! Stop!" I yelled. When they didn't listen I took action.

I grabbed Harlem by the shirt and ripped him back. I pushed Deon across the room.

"What the hell are you two doing? We need to fight the enemy, not each other. Dimwits." I said.

"He said that he thinks he can win you by killing me, proving he's stronger." Deon explained. I looked over to him.

"Go to our room, I'll talk to you later." I demanded. "Lil-" I cut him off. "Now! I'm not asking." I glared.

He sent a glare my way. "Fine." He said and got and walked up the stairs. When I heard the door slam I looked to Harlem.

"You. Downstairs. I'll talk to you now." I said. I grabbed him by the back of the shirt and dragged him down.

I through him across the floor. "What the hell. I get it, you like me. You have a mate. You can help her with her whore ways. But don't pick me. I have a mate that loves me and I love. Don't mess with that." I explained.

I walked up the the rooms. I went to my room and Deon was waiting on the bed.

"It's not my fault, he eg-" I cut him off again. "You shouldn't have taken the bait. That's what he wanted. You need to understand I would never leave you."

"For anyone. Or anything." I added. I pulled him off the bed and hugged him. I let go of him. "It's noon. Let's go on a walk." I offered. He nodded.

I turned around and the door burst open. Harlem was holding a knife, crying, and running strait at me.

Bitch mode activated.

I grabbed his wrist with the knife, put my foot to bus neck and pulled on his arm.

He was now lying on the ground, my foot in his neck, the knife dropped next to him, with me pulling his arm.

Kyla ran up and saw him. I was ready to pull his arm off. Hit my man and attack us. Not happening.

"Please. Please don't. I have no one else. Please. Have mercy." She begged. I had a blank face. I spared a glance at her.

I twisted his arm until I heard a pop and snap. I let him go. He screamed. "I hope you learned your lesson. Don't come near me or Deon. Ever."

I looked at everyone. I looked at the terrified look on Queens face. I turned and walked into the room.

I always get that look. I don't even kill him. The urge to kill is killing me. It's not like I want to, but...

I want to kill.

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