Devastating Smile

Lay Down

I turned and stormed out of the dugout. Tears winning my eternal battle and flowing down my cheeks. I hurried past the few people that were still milling around the ball park. I didn't exactly care who saw me cry, I grew up with these people, they know better than to judge me for a few tears. They know me.

I threw myself into Cameron's truck. I turned to the window to see Cameron yell at Brennan then sprint after me and climb into the driver's seat.  He gave me a look, a look that said more than words ever could. In that moment all I wanted was to leave get far away, far enough that Brennan couldn't show his ugly ass and screw things up.

"I'm done," I whispered.

Cam turned to me, "I'll do whatever you want. Just, know I love you."

I took a huge sigh, "I just... I'm not just going to let him continue to show up and screw up my life!"

I looked down and stared at my lap. When we got to his house I heard him mutter, mutter something that surprised and overwhelmed me, "Then let's go. You don't have to stay here, we don't have to stay here! We can go, let's just go. If I... I can claim you and we can leave. Just get as far away from here as possible."

I turned to him I've never been more shocked, not that I'm upset I just never... I never would've thought that he would be thinking of something like this. Why would he... "What's claiming?"

We were walking into the house now, he turned, his eyes wide as he realized that he just spilled the beans on something important, "Well... I heard from one of the guys, one of them that found their mate, like me, that you have to mark them. It basically... it deepens the bond and it makes you give off this weird vibe that kinda let's people know you're taken. It'll leave a "mark" on you that looks like a tattoo and... yeah. There's... there's also a chance that... well, I know it'll happen. Basically... you'll turn into a werewolf too."

He looked at me, waiting for a response. I didn't give him one, I just stared at him... that's all I could do, "I would wait, you know do this later, but if we leave. If I manage to change you and we just run... we can get out of here. We leave and never turn back, we won't need to. As wolves we could run for miles, find a place far away and stay there. We can stay there as long as we want. We shift back and live. Without any reminders of the past. We could do it." We looked at me, pleading with me to understand. All he wanted was for me to get it. To understand where he was coming from, but something told me he would do whatever I wanted. If I wanted to stay and deal with it, he would. If I wanted to leave, he would. If I wanted to murder Brennan, he would. He would do whatever I wanted, all he wanted was to make sure I was happy.

I slowly sat on the floor. I stretched into a laying position and rolled onto my side, feeling the cold hard wood of the entryway on the side of my face. I laid there, probably looking like a lunatic, but that didn't really matter. I focused on the coldness of the floor, pushing the insane thought of becoming a werewolf and running away with my boyfriend.

I let it happen, I let myself be a lunatic. All evening I laid there, I felt Cameron lay beside me. He stroked my hair and didn't make me talk, he didn't ask me to get up. He just understood, in some weird way he understood that even though I was flipping out, I was going to get up and when I did, I would be just fine.

Ehhhh. This is... yeah, this is... yeah.