Troubled Mate

Chapter 15

Bella's P.O.V
I hate pushing him away when I needed him most but he annoyed me. Although Dakota was being a dick he didn't deserve to die. I hate murder, death anything. All those years of abuse made me snap and I can barely stand a papercut. The room was so cold and I wished for his comfort, but I made this decision, it was my fault.
Even though he was only outside I felt empty, I couldn't sleep and I know it was going to bite me in the ass in the morning.

I tried to take my mind off of sleep by talking to Ezra but she was tired so I gave up. I begun to hum the song my dad used to sing to me. It still fresh in my mind even though I hadn't heard it in years. When I was younger, when the abuse first started i sung it to get me to sleep as my dad was no longer they're. It would bring me comfort as I tried to cuddle up in my "bed".
I then started singing the bits I knew and I felt 2 all over again. I was unaware to the fact that outside my door sat a boy...my mate...listening.

Colby's P.O.V
Her voice was beautiful I'm not lying but what was more beautiful was the song. I could hear her holding back tears as she sung it. Obviously bring back painful memories. I couldn't sleep. Jax was pissing me off. And I was coming up with scenarios on how she would reject me.
People always said men cry because they're weak, whereas my dad told me, men who cry have a heart.
My cheeks were wet I probably looked like a mess but I don't care. I was waiting here until she forgave me. Even if it was slowly killing me.

She sung a familiar part and I couldn't help but sing along. My voice quite hoarse from crying but I didn't care . I wanted her to know I was here and sorry. I heard her gasp and she started moving around. As she stood I felt her pain in my legs, I felt all of her pain. I stood up and opened the door. She still looked beautiful even though her hair was everywhere. Her cheeks tear stained. I couldn't care less, she wrapped her arms around me and i gripped her tightly. She looked up at me; her eyes still glossy and red around. I cupped her cheek with my hand and she pushed against my touch. We leaned in slowly and let our lips touch. They moulded like clay , it was perfect. The kiss was passionate. We pulled away breathing heavily our lips slightly bruised. I lifted her up my hands resting under her thighs and moved to the hospital Bed planing her gently on it. I went to sit down but she pulled my arm.
"N-no come...please" She indicated to the bed.
I smiled and slipped in next to her. My arm snaking around her waist as I pulled her close no wanting to let go.

She was my drug, and I was addicted.