You want me to do what now?! {Chapter 8}
Recap
"James, w-w-w-what does this m-m-m-mean?" I asked him looking up with fear in my eyes and was stunned to see that his contained nothing but love. Was this guy crazy I thought to myself? Next thing I knew, I was wrapped in his strong, warm embrace that comforted me a bit. But the thoughts that were still running through my head were.
Crap, I just kissed him! Again with the vulnerability!
Shut up you know you liked it. Came the voice in my head again. I couldn't disagree with it.
"This Evangeline," he said loving and joyously, "this means that we're soul mates."
Oh. Holy. Shit.
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I stared up at him incredulously for a second, still in a state of shock. I thought back to all of the books that I'd read about werewolves, all the soul mate stories... and came to a couple of realisations. James would love me forever and always. I would be with James my whole life. Although it would be like James belonged to me, it would also be like I belonged to James. And to put it simply; I was not happy with that. I was not happy with being someone's possession. I did what any other girl would try to do.
I tried to run.
I pushed James away from me with all that I had; catching him off guard and pushed the door of the supply cupboard open, fear pushing me faster. But not fast enough. James' arm wrapped around me from behind and pulled me back into the supply cupboard with him, earning a few weird looks from passers-by. It was soo nice to know that if I was getting raped in a cupboard the public would be absolutely fine with that.
"Evangeline what is your problem?" James half shouted at me, pressing me against the wall to make sure that I didn't make another great escape. I started sobbing quietly.
"I can't James, I just can't." I whispered whilst trying to blink away the tears from my eyes as the scene from just a few months ago replayed in my mind.
*FLASHBACK*
The club land music blared in my ears as I danced my way through the crowd, twirling and laughing with my friend David until something hit me.
"Where's Chris?!" I shouted over the ear smashing beat. He shrugged his shoulders in way of reply. I grabbed David by his hand and dragged him through the crowd as he started to flirt with some good-looking lad. That's right David was gay, to the extreme and I loved him for it. I asked around until I found the host of the party, I think her name was Stacey. I repeated the same question to her.
"I, um, well; I think I saw him disappear up stairs about five minutes ago!" She replied, obviously drunk as she gripped onto some poor kids arm. I nodded in understanding and rushed upstairs running to the bathroom with David still in tow, thinking that he'd went to the toilet. He wasn't there. A confused look dawned on my face, well that is until a small giggle drifted out of the bedroom next to the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, making it difficult to see inside so I gently pushed it open with my heart in my throat, making it hard to breath. The first thing I saw was a bright red tee shirt on the floor which I instantly recognised as Chris'. I then saw a girls dress, bunched up in the corner. Slowly my eyes drifted to the bed at the back of the room where two figures were only half covered by the blankets, moaning, not even acknowledging mine and David's entrance.
There was Chris, my boyfriend of two years, cheating on me with my other best friend Rebecca. I let out a strangled cry which made the two traitors freeze in their actions and slowly turn their head to stare at me with shocked and slightly guilty faces. Why would he do this to me? Sure, I hadn't "put out" because quite frankly I wasn't ready but he didn't have to resort to this!
