Mate (COMPLETED)

Chapter thirteen

Deborah's Point of View

I woke up to a sharp pain in my chest. At first I thought someone caused me physical harm but I didn't find anyone in my room and couldn't feel any wounds on my chest. I got up to check if there was anything but there wasn't. It was becoming hard to breathe. Am I having a heart attack? But I wasn't having any other symptoms. Than an instant thought of Jesse went through my mind. Didn't I learn that if your mate's in pain, you could feel it or something?

I sat back down on the bed but the pain didn't go away. I decided to get back up and walk out of my room and into the living room and saw my mom and Jordyn sitting on the couch and there was a cake on the coffee table and a buffet of different breakfast foods on the table as well. "Happy birthday, sweetie." Mom said as I entered. But Jordyn just gave me a saddened look. The emotional pain was too overwhelming that my legs buckled under me and I started to collapse.

Luckily Jordyn was quick enough to grab me before I hit the ground. My mom gasped. "Deborah!" She cried as I was sat down in a chair by Jordyn. "I'm fine." I whispered even though it wasn't the truth. I had to find out if something happened with Jesse.

My mom set her hands on either side of my face. "Do I need to call the pack doctor?" She asked as she started to reach for the house phone. I shook my head no because I knew I wasn't ill or injured. "No. That won't be necessary. I.. just need some air. If you'll excuse me." I said and stood up way to fast and I fell to my knees. "Let me at least go with you outside if you need air." Jordyn told me as he helped me up and walked me outside.

"Jordyn please let me go. I'm fine." I whined and tried to get out of his grip. "Deborah, no." He said and tightened his grip when he closed the door behind us. "I need to go. I think Jesse needs help." I told him and finally got free of his grip. "What makes you think that?" He questioned. "I'm in pain but I don't have a reason to. And you know that... ya know. Him and I mated." I said.

I then realized something. I was only wearing a tank top and it totally revealed the mark on my neck. I practically slapped my hand against the part of my neck where it was. "Do you think my mom noticed it?" I asked Jordyn. But before he could answer my mom opened the door. "Deborah. Are you okay?" She asked. She had a really concerned and confused look on her face. I nodded but I truly wasn't. I walked back inside, followed by Jordyn. The ache in my chest lessened but by much.

I kept my hand on my neck so she wouldn't see it. "Are you okay?" Mom asked as she and Jordyn started to eat. I didn't feel like eating. "Yeah. I'm fine." I said. She looked at me weird and looked at my hand. "Than why is your hand on your neck?" She pressed. I shrugged. "No particular reason." I lied.

So she didn't see the mark yet. I adjusted myself in the chair but decided to get up. "I'm gonna go change." I said suddenly than ran back into my room.

Jesse's Point of View

We didn't really have a funeral. Just a few people came to see Jake get buried. We finally got a hole big enough to fit a casket in it and got a headstone made.

Jacob Tristian Underwood
August 4th, 1990-March 29th, 2017
Son of Elizabeth and James Underwood
Brother of Jesse Andrew Underwood

The pain of him dying lessened but it still wasn't gone. He died not even a year after dad did. Amanda stood next to me. "He would've been 27 this year." She whispered. I nodded. "Only if there was a way I could've saved him." I whispered. I bit back the tears. "That son of a bitch Ryan decided to kill him because he wanted to become alpha. He is greedy and a jerk. But Jesse, I wish I could've helped too but it was silver. Yea we have good healing and it's harder to kill us but silver's the one thing that will get rid of that healing." She told me. "I know." I sighed.

I got up and dusted myself off. I looked down at my body and there was dirt and dried blood all over me. "Go take a shower, Jesse. Don't want you dirty for your little girlfriend." Amanda told me as she tried dusting off my back. "What are you talking about?" I asked her. I never told Jake about Deborah and I didn't know Amanda enough to tell her.

She looked at me. "Jacob knew about that girl from the other pack you mated with. But he didn't want to bring up the fact he knew until you talked to him about it." She told me. "He wasn't upset though. Even if she's from Blue Oasis."

I looked down at the freshly dug up grave. I should've told him. I should've went to him to talk about her. Tears started to prick my eyes again but I bit the pain back and wiped my face. "I guess I should go wash up." I fake laughed. "I'll see you later? After you see your little mate girl?" She questioned as we started to walk away from the cemetery. I shrugged. "Sure." I said, waved, and jogged back to my house.

The house had a dark gloom hanging over it when I stepped in. The smell of blood got worse with every step I took towards Jake's old room. I looked into it. The pool of blood was now an almost dried patch in the nice cream colored rug that he had. I had to admit, I found it kind of feminine that he kept a rug in his room but to be honest, it was a damn good looking rug. But there was barely even a chance I can get that out of it. So I picked up the rug and took it outside.

Walking back inside, I stopped again at his bedroom door to peer in. He really only had that rug, his bed, a desk, and a dresser. Nothing too fancy.

I remembered all the times we had in the house. From playing hide and seek, to all those holidays. Even when father died we had still celebrated different holidays throughout the past year whenever they came up. But I couldn't do that anymore. Everyone that lived in this house except for me had died. Two out of the three of my family members even died in this house.

I walked in and picked up a book off his desk. A letter fell out of it and my name was scribbled in the front of it. Picking it up, I started to open it and read it:

Dear Jesse,

If you are reading this, than I must be dead. Because you wouldn't go through my stuff unless I was.

I know you must be hurting right now to know that I'm no longer with you physically, especially since it was mainly just you and I for a long time, but just know that I haven't left you.

I know that sounds kind of cheesy, and so will this but as you're reading this, I'll be standing right next to you reading it along with you. Just because I'm gone in the physical world doesn't mean I'm gone spiritually.

Jesse, I'm sorry I died. Even if it was my fault or not. But just know I love you and will always love you. You're my baby brother and I'm always going to be watching over you with mom and dad.

Love,
Jake

I realized that tears were staining the page so I quickly folded it back up and shoved it into my pocket. He knew he'd eventually die sooner or later so he wrote me.

I shook away the pain and decided to take a shower. Hoping I could get the blood and dirt off before I go see Deborah.