Unexpected

chapter - 8

"T, have you seen your brother?" mom asks me, struggling with a box.

"Haven’t seen him. Maybe he's out." I shrug.

She mumbles some words, before walking away.

I placed my last belonging in a box, before sitting on the floor. I look around, memories through my mind. So, this was it... this was my reality. I wasn't in one of those nightmares, where I would wake up screaming and mom or dad would comfort me with a mug of chocolate, with mini marshmallow, and they'd tell me that it was all right and that it was just a nightmare.

I looked around my room, my sweet room. Almost everything was in a box. My pictures, my makeup, my clothes, my pillows, my teddy bear... YES, I still have one. I couldn’t bear to part with it, nor have the courage to throw it away, okay.

"Tara." I turn at the call of my name, to see my farther in my doorway.

I couldn’t stand to look at him, instead turning to look away.

He sighs, walking in and sitting next to me.

"I know you're probably mad at me right now and-" He starts.

"You’re right. I am mad." I interrupt.

"T-kitten, I'm sorry for doing this to you but we have to." he says softly, taking my small hand in to his large one.

"Why do we have to?" I question.

He doesn't answer. I growl in frustration, and leave him alone in my bedroom, well, ex-bedroom.

When, I reach the bottom of the stairs, I freeze at the sight of the Mackenzie’s. They were all here - Alpha Jack, Luna Ellen, Benjamin and guess who else? Ky.

"Jack, if you are here to make me change my mind, you're wasting your time." My dad says, authority in his voice. I turn to look at him, at the top of the stairs with his arms crossed across his chest.

"I'm only here as a friend, Henry." Jack lifts his arms up, a gesture of peace.

The adults move to the living room, leaving me awkwardly standing there with Ben and Ky.

I could bet my ticket to America, that they did this on purpose.

"Um...I .....Um," Ky trail off, while Ben was on the phone or was pretending to be on the phone.

"Keep going. You’re doing great." I say sarcastically, crossing my arms.

"T, I'm-"

"Tara. My friends are the only ones that call me T." I cut him off.

"Tara... why didn't you tell me about you moving the US?" The look on his face was one of utter betrayal, but I was too hurt to care.

Ignoring his question, I turn away, and go back up the stairs to my room.

I hear him call after me, but continue to ignore him. Let him know how it feels to be ignored.

I didn't realize he was following me, until I hear his voice right next to my ear.

"Tara." He breathes, the tip of his fingers brushing against the top of my hand. I snatch it away from his touch, still annoyed by him.

"Touch me and I'll break your hand." I threaten. I enter my room and with a slam, shut my door, letting out a loud growl of anger before, tossing myself into my bed.

*

"Where are you going, love?" my dad asks, as I grab my purse.

Ky and his family were still there and that's why I needed to get out of this house before I do something stupid.

"Surfing with Lara."

"Okay, be careful." He says, dismissing me. With that, I was out of the house, no longer having to face my wonderful mate.

*

After an hour and a half surfing the amazing waves, Lara and I decide to take a little break.

Lara and I just loved surfing; it was our escape from the reality of the world. It was our Narnia.

Every time we fell down, we just had grabbed our surfboards and dived right back into the water.

Lying on the hot, gold colored sand, a sigh escapes my lips, as I know that I won't have moments like this in New York.

"How about you come over?" Lara asks, breaking the silence.

I rolled over on my stomach, to face her.

"I'll call the girls." She sing songs.

"Sounds perfect. " I smile

"Why so?" she asks.

"Ky and his family are over" I sigh.

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