The Pack Slut

twenty five

Kal got out of the car, and made his way to open my door, but it was too late. I already stepped outside of the car, and began heading towards the front door of the large house.

"Nothings wrong with you," he said, taking long, quick strides to catch up to my own.

"There's everything wrong with me," I said sulking once I got to the front door. "I used to be smart Eve, cunning Eve, driven for success Eve, now what?"

Kal unlocked the door with keys he pulled from his pocket and as soon as the door opened, I entered, already storming for the kitchen even though I didn't know where it was.

"You've been through a lot," Kal said, again taking long strides to follow me.

I stopped abruptly.

"I hate that," I said angry that the tears had stopped flowing just to come back again.

"What?" He said, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"I hate excuses, I hate pity, I hate feeling like this. Like I'm some child that's been through a lot and that's why I'm not myself anymore," I frowned. "Oh god, I'm not myself anymore."

I grunted and went for the fridge, where there was leftovers and pulled the entire large container out and shoved it in the microwave for 2 minutes. "I liked who I was. I was content with my life and felt good about myself," I pulled the container out of the microwave. "Now I don't know who I am, I'm not content with my life and the people here generally don't like me."

Kal looked like he was going to say something but I cut him off before he could, like I had been doing for the past 30 minutes.

I didn't know when people not liking me had began to bother me, but it did, a lot.

"I know people didn't really like me back then too, but I knew that the boys did. Here everyone hated me. Including you."

"Jax and Mirren never hated you," he said.

"Jax bruised my arm and wanted to send my body back to Ryder to be killed, remember that?"

"But now he loves you," he said with slight restrain. "In a protective way."

"I would hardly call it love, but I am aware that he doesn't hate now."

"Mirren likes you too."

I sighed as I pulled out a bar stool and began eating there. To be honest, the food was only warm on the outside and the inside was still close to frozen. "Whatever," I said, "I'm just going to get over it." The tears had stopped for a while now. "Just pretend like this never happened, okay?"

"Can't do that, Eve. It doesn't work like that that. You can't just have a break down then pretend like it never happened, you actually have to deal with your problems for them to go away."

"And since when did you become a therapist?" I said with sarcasm.

"I just know what's best for you."

I scoffed, loudly and obnoxiously. "You don't know a single thing about me besides my first name."

"That has nothing to do with your problems."