What He Made Me

Chapter 12 - The Façade

A/N This is a long one...Sorry about that ;) 

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Chapter 12 - The Façade

I stare at him in horror as he convulses and groans over and over again. 

“What’s wrong?!” I shriek, not able to keep this overwhelming panic in check. Rationality is screaming that I shouldn’t care, whilst the love-sick teen goes into a meltdown of panic, horror and fear. 

I fall to the floor beside him, and start calling out for help. 

“Can somebody help me!? Please!?” The panic over takes my body as I pull his head onto my lap and begin scanning his body, looking for any damage. 

“What’s wrong Dante? What’s wrong? Who did this to you?” I ramble, trying to find answers when his body doesn’t show any signs of injury or assault. 

“You, It’s you, It’s always you.” He mutters harshly through gasping breaths. I gasp myself and scan over my memories, what have I done to hurt him!? I haven’t seen him since this morning when HE assaulted ME by forcing himself upon me, AGAIN. 

“What do you mean?” I ask, softly, calming myself down and trying to get a decent answer from him so I can maybe help. 

“Rejected me.” He gasps through his teeth, convulsing again and shuddering. 

Suddenly the corridor is flooded with people. Maids, guards and one woman, who pushes her way through shouting that she’s a doctor. She crouches down besides us, regards me with an intense stare and then examines Dante’s body. 

“What is it? What’s wrong with him?”  I ask, trying to keep my voice calm. But she shakes her head in a sad manner, before gesturing for the guards to carry Dante into a nearby room. I follow hastily, scared out my mind. 

We enter into a room much like my own, only smaller, as Dante’s withering body is placed upon the bed. 

“You are the problem, my lady. You rejected him, and so his soul is shattering.” 

“WHAT!?” I shriek, this woman is crazy! She tugs at my hand, and pulls me over to the bed. 

“See how he clutches his chest and convulses around himself. How he looks like his very life is being sucked out of him. That is his soul shattering, because his soul mate has rejected him.”  I look down at Dante’s suffering form. His eyes are tightly closed, his face scrunched up in pain, as his body shakes and tremors and convulses every so often.  His groans and agonized screams fill the room, and I feel the tears begin to fall as I come to terms with the fact: I did this. 

I remember my words to Alana, ‘This whole mates thing is a load of bull crap! I’m not his mate, and he most certainly isn’t mine! I would never have such a horrid monster as a mate’. This was my fault. He’d warned me, he’d told me that saying or even thinking such things caused him pain, but I truly didn’t realize it was to such an extent. And now I had shattered his soul. 

Maybe I wasn’t any better than the rest of them. I have Dante’s pinned up as being this monster, but look at me? Look at the pain I had caused him? 

“How do I make it stop!” I cried to the women as I stood paralyzed staring at Dante as he withers in agony. 

“You accept the mating.” She states, as if it’s common knowledge. 

“What does that mean!?!” I cry again, taking Dante’s boiling hot hand into mine, his eyes open to my touch and he stares up at me with the agony clear in his eyes.