10 Years... (boyxboy)

Chapter 8

Caleb POV

All I can do is watch as the guy that I just got walk away from me. The sinking feeling in my stomach tells me that I may never see him again, so I decide to follow Jason, but from behind because I'm pretty sure that he's upset and will take any opportunity to snap at someone who doesn't follow his clearly explained orders. So instead of spinning him around and kissing him like I so desperately want to, I watch as he enters his house, then his room, then his hidden room within his room.

I don't think I've ever been as terrified as I was when I saw the sickening smile Jason had painted on his face once he saw his knives. In that moment, the innocent Jason I knew was gone; instead he was a man corrupted by desire for revenge.

Knowing that I won't be able to handle seeing any more of this, I leave his room and sit myself on one of the couches in a living room. Shortly, the adorable boy pads down the stairs and starts stuffing food into a back pack. I stifle a laugh as Jason cutely scrunches his nose up when he checks his phone for the time. He begins to leave, but I stop him

"Leaving without saying goodbye?" I tease, but my smile falls off of my face when he tenses and avoids my eyes.

"Caleb," is all he says.

"Look at me, Jason," I demand and he obeys. I internally high-five myself at how submissive he's become but that's not something I should be concerning myself with now.

"Come back to me," I ask, because I just need him to promise me that this won't be the last time I'll see him. He nods, and walks away. But this time, with every step he takes away from me, I feel my heart shatter more and more.

"Fuck!" I scream, throwing a pillow in a random direction. I hate how Jason has to go off on his own, I hate Jason for doing so so willingly, and I hate how I just let him walk away. I can't even help my mate, my mate that I just met. My mate that I may never see again.

At this point my knees have collapsed and I'm shaking and crying on the floor. I'm so angry, so full of self loathing, I feel so... Useless. I'm just nothing anymore.

I thought that the whole "you're weaker without your mate" thing was bullshit but it's true. The only thing I can think about is my Jason with his messy hair and bright eyes behind his glasses... All I can think about is how I never truly made him mine.

After making sure that I've shed all my tears, I push myself off of the floor, dust myself off, and head off to find Oli.

Oli is sitting on what seems to be an old log, and he just looks numb. Empty.

"Oli, man, are you okay?" I ask cautiously.

"You're heading back to your pack, right?" He says, brushing off my question.

"Yes."

"Don't worry about me, I just need to calm down then I'll be as good as new. I trust Jason and everyone he picked. They won't let me down," Oli smiles. "You need to get going, your pack will be missing you."

"Okay," I reply, awkwardly standing by him.

Oli waves his dark, muscular arm and smiles, although I can tell it's forced.

"Bye," I say before leaving and starting the surprisingly short walk to my pack.

I stop at my door, steeling myself to open it because boy was I a dick to Rowan. But before I can open the old, wooden thing in front of me, it swings open revealing a relived-looking beta.

"Hey Rowan," I smile tiredly.

"Caleb, mate, thank God you're alright. I was worried," then Rowan frowns. "What happened?"

"A lot," I reply simply. At that, Rowan grabs my bicep and pulls me into the small living room that I grew up in.

"Spill," Rowan commands, so I do.

"I met my mate. And holy shit, it's the last person I would've expected. He's the alpha, of the other pack. He's the cutest, with his green eyes and big glasses, he's also scary sometimes, he's really an alpha. And he has some problems, he had a few breakdowns while I was there but he was so strong through it, and he didn't sleep with someone to spite me, he did it to cope with his parents dying, because his best friend's dad killed his mom and dad and his best friend's dad came and kidnapped his best friend's mom and now Jason went off to save her on his own and he wouldn't let me help and I don't think I'll ever see him again..." I trail off, out of breath.

Rowan blinks, and aside from a gasp at the begining of my rant he was dead silent the entire time. That's why Rowan is the best, he knows what to do to help me.

"Mate, I can tell you really like him, and like you said, he's strong, he's alpha for crying out loud, he'll be okay, I can promise you that."

"Thank you, I needed that."

"No problem, now get some shut eye, I can tell you're tired," Rowan smiles.

"Okay," I say, turning into my room which is across from the living room. I enter, and close the door. I had planned on doing some stuff that I actually needed to do, but all of those rational thoughts slip away and lull me into a deep sleep.

Author's Note: Sorry that this is late and sorry that this is short butttt this is more of a filler because the drama starts very soon... I'm not so sure how I feel about Caleb's darastic character change but it's for the plot so... Yeah.. this chapter isn't my normal style of writing, I mean it is but this style is more reserved to short stories so sorryy.. thanks for reading
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