Chapter 7
We got to a hotel, I needed a shower. "You gonna pay or do I pay?" I asked Jesus. "I got it, you've done enough for me already." He said. I nodded my head in understanding. "Sorry bout your loss dude." I said in all honesty. "Sorry about yours to." He said. I nodded my head. We got to the room there were two beds, I went straight to the rest room. I locked the door and began to undress. I got in the shower and let the warm water run down my back.
I got out and changed, before putting in my shirt I heard a knock at the door. "You almost done?" Jesus asked. "Yeah just changing." I told him. I looked at the mirror, my face had a busted lip, a bruised cheek, and little cuts. I looked at my stomach each and every scar, a reminder of who I was, and why I had them. I had a birth mark at the side of my belly button. I always thought it was weird since it was the shape of a paw.
I put in my gray t-shirt, and my black jeans that were beginning to fade. I got out of the bathroom sat on the bed and put in my combat boots. They were covered in mud, I tied them and got up.
I got up and went to the bathroom once more. I put both hands on the counter. I kept looking down. "Your gonna get through this and you gonna be the strongest female Aloha to ever live." Fathers words rang through my head. I thought about him and mother everyday. I couldn't regret what I'd done, and no matter how much a try to forget i never could. Never regret anything you do, because in that exact moment it's exactly what you wanted. I always told my self this.
I looked st my hands my knuckles were bruised and some blood still kept coming out. "I brought you food." Jesus vice broke me out of my thoughts and back to reality. "Not hungry." I said in a monotone voice, walking to get my first aid kit he stopped me. "You should eat." He said. "Like I said I'm not hungry." My tone coming out annoyed.
"Let me help." He said. "I don't need your help." I looked at him dead in the eyes. Walking past him I got my first aid kit. I sat down on the bed and started to clean up my jacked up hands. I got the bottle of alcohol and poured some in my hand I used the alcohol like water and rubbed my hands. I took some bandages and put them in my fingers and wrapped my knuckles with a white cloth to keep it from getting infected.
"You remind me of her." Jesus voice broke the silence. "Of who?" I asked curiously. "My sister, she was like you, well not a total asshole but you guys would have gotten along great." He said sounding a bit sad at the end. "Why did fuck face Alpha kill her mate?" I asked. "Her mate was my former Alpha, he wanted to join forces but he had rejected the offer. Alpha Jenson didn't like no for an answer so he killed him, my sister she got depressed, she couldn't live without him. She was, s-she was gonna have a baby with her mate, she lost the little pup, she ended up going mad. She wants to kill Alpha Jenson when she tried to he killed her and he took over my pack." He explained shedding a few tears.
"Sounds horrific, can't be as horrific as my story." I said looking at him.
"What happened to you?" He asked.
"Something I hate talking about and remembering." I stated bluntly.
"I get it you don't trust anybody, but your my friend, you basically the only person I got know." He said smiling.
"Maybe some other time." I said staring off into nothing.
"You should get some rest." He said.
"Mhm you should to." I told him.
