My Mate From Hell

Chapter 17

I ran and ran as fast as I possibly could. Some black mass chased after me through out a forrest.

It tackled me and I landed on the floor with an uncomfortable twist. I was flipped over and straddled by the figure who I now realized was Ethan.

He had claws now and unbuttoned my shirt. I couldn't breath nor think about what to do.

He dug is claws into my chest and pulled out my heart.

I woke up with a stinging on my chest.

I couldn't breath and rolled off the bed.

I landed on my knees and held in my cries of pain. Fearing Ethan would here be I bit my lip. Hard.

The pain worsened. I hauled myself off the floor and pulled the sheets off the bed while doing so.

I slowly walked into the bathroom and leaned over the sink.

With a few horrid coughs I spit some blood into the sink.

I couldn't help it this time and cried out in pain.

I unbuttoned my shirt and panicked at the sight.

A redness formed around my heart and the blood has risen.

Out of anger and fear, I slammed my fist into the mirror I stared into.

I heard footsteps running of the stairs. I grabbed a piece of glass and winced as it dug into my hand.

I dropped my hand to my side and closed my eyes.

"What is going on?" Ethan was no longer here, It was Colton. I could tell by the slightly deeper voice and his darkened eyes.

"You" I growled out walking forward.

I pushed him with one of my hands.

"You let him do this to me." I yelled pointing to the almost burn looking thing on my chest.

He went to speak but I cut him off when I placed a piece glass by his throat.

"I'm sorry I couldn't stop him! I tried okay but he was able to restrain me. We need to get you to a doctor now." He tried to reason with me but I couldn't listen anymore.

His eyes started shifting back and I could tell Ethan was rising.

"I'd rather die than be his mate and allow him to hurt people I love." Ethan was back and for a second I saw hurt flash in his eyes.

It was masked quicker than it appeared. He tried to pick me up, and I attempted to swing my piece of glass at him.

He swatted it out of my hand and I shoved him my hand pressing right above his chest.

I saw him wince and then it dawned on me.

What he was doing was not only hurting me, but it was also hurting him.

This must have been the moon goddesses way of forcing mates to be together.

By bringing them pain when they hurt each other.

If I die he dies.

If I'm in pain he's in pain.

Did he get the same dream as me or one with reversed roles?

I closed my heavy eyes to sleep.

He only held me close because it eased some of the pain he felt. He didn't love me.