The Girl Who Belongs to Him

Chapter 6

I made my way towards Tyler's black Audi. He drives a really sexy sports car too. How perfect can this guy be?

He opened the door for me, and I got in, thanking him. He jogged to the other side and got in himself. The engine roared to life, and I very quickly became excited. I had a small smile on my face and Tyler noticed.

"You know, if you like the car so much, I could get you one." I laughed at his comment. If only.

He chuckled. "You think I'm joking." He mumbled to himself. I just brushed that off and stared out the window. I could entertain myself for hours just listening to music and staring out the window, daydreaming. When my family would take road trips, I would sit in the car, just staring out the window for hours. Somethings the whole day. My dad would joke around trying to figure out what I was thinking about, and my mom would always tell him they'll never find out. I smiled at the memory, thinking back to the happy times we had before it all came crashing down when I turned 18. The thought instantly brought a frown to my face.

"What's wrong?" I heard a voice beside me. Just like that I was brought out of my thoughts.

"Nothing. Just thinking too much." I purposefully omitted any details as to what I was thinking about. I didn't want to talk about it. I didn't want to seem weak.

For as long as I remember, I've never wanted anyone to think I was weak. I usually don't tell anyone about my problems, and I never cry in front of anyone. Yesterday and this morning, I came close. I teared up, but not one tear escaped. I was a little proud of that. I don't know when the last time someone saw me cry was. I think my parents did when I was 11 and never after that. For anyone who wasn't my mom or dad, I think I would have to go back to first grade, if not, kindergarten. It's been awhile, and I intend to keep it that way. I'm not saying I don't cry. I do. It's just only when I'm alone. I think it has to do with me not wanting to hurt my pride. I think that's my one weakness: my pride. I won't ever hurt it, and that will probably be the death of me.

We pulled into my driveway after giving him directions, and the first thing I noticed it my parents car in the driveway. They're still here.

"Can you please stay here while I go in?" I ask. I didn't want him hearing anything. I figured werewolves have enhanced senses. Speaking of which, got to remember to shower more often.

He hesitated before finally agreeing. I guess he decided it would be better not to pry than to start an argument.

I got out of the car quickly before he could get up to open my door since that would give him time to change his mind and practically ran up to my door.

I walked inside, and my parents ran right to where I was.

"Where were you?" My mom asked.

"Does it matter?" I replied, my voice full of venom.

"Where were you?" My mom asked with more force while my dad stood next to her, expressionless.

"Out. Since when have you cared? How long are you planning on being here?" I was getting more frustrated by the second.

"We've always cared. We're not leaving this house from now on." My dad jumped in.

"If you cared you wouldn't have left me." I spat. I didn't care how much that hurt them. There was a little part in me that wanted to hurt them like they hurt me, but I felt selfish for thinking like that. Sometimes I couldn't help it.

I walked past them to my bedroom to start packing. I couldn't stay here. I grabbed my suitcase and started filling it with clothes, shoes, makeup, hygiene product, everything I needed. My parents were standing in the doorway, watching.

"Where do you think you're going?!" My mom yelled.

"Away from you!" I was furious at this point. Did they really think I would be the perfect daughter and pretend like nothing happened when they suddenly decided they want me again? Hell would freeze over before I let that happen.

I zipped up my suitcase, picked it up, and went to walk out. My parents blocked the doorway, so I couldn't get out.

"You're not going anywhere." My mom spat.

I huffed and turned toward the window. I marched over and opened it. And I yelled for my knight in shining armor to come save me.

"TYLER!" I screamed. He appeared in my vision, running to see if I was hurt. He looked extremely confused when he saw me looking out my window. Him being a werewolf might help me out in this situation.

I threw my suitcase out my window and he caught it easily before putting it on the ground. Next, I put one leg out my window. I can do this. It's only two stories. If he doesn't catch me, I'll probably be fine. "Catch me." I said, before proceeding to jump out as I heard my parents running after me after the shock passed. I closed my eyes as the breeze went through my hair. Then, I felt I was in someone's warm arms. He caught me. Thank god.

I opened my eyes and smiled at him. "Thank you." I whispered before looking up to my window. I saw my parents angry faces, and I knew I had to go. "Let's get out of here. Now." I whispered to Tyler.

"Young lady! Get back here right now!" My dad yelled. But there was no chance.

Tyler swiftly ran to his car, holding me with one arm and dragging my suitcase with the other. Werewolf strength sure has some perks to it. He quickly buckled me into the passager seat and put my suitcase in the trunk and started his car once he got inside. As he backed out of my driveway, I saw my parents ran out to the front porch to try to get me back, but Tyler sped out of there faster than they could run.

I let out a breath of relief.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Tyler asked, once we were further away from my house.

"No." I answered briefly.

"Will you ever tell me about what happened?" He asked. This question got me thinking. Will I?

"Depends." I answered to keep it open ended. I didn't like straight lying. I hated liars and I hated lying. Honesty is extremely important to me, but that doesn't mean I can't just omit a certain detail.

"Depends on what?" He curiously asked.

"If I learn to trust you or not."

He didn't reply for a moment. "How can you learn to trust me?"

I thought about it for a moment. Instead of giving him a thought provoking answer, I decided to keep it lighthearted. "How about you let me stay at your place for a bit? It seems I have no where else to go at the moment."

He chuckled. "Stay as long as you want. If that means forever, then forever it will be."

I smiled at that. "Thank you. For being so nice to me, you know. I don't know what I did to deserve it, but it means a lot to me. Just know that."

"If you were in my place, you would have done the same. As for what you did, well it's not did, more like are. It's because you're my mate, Chloe."

I chuckled and smiled. "I don't really understand what that means still."

"You will soon enough." He sighed.