"So where were you planning on going?" Miles asks.
He looked more intimidating than he's ever looked before. He looked pissed.
I stare at him, unsure what to do.
I slowly shrug.
He looked taken back. "You're not going to tell me?" He asks, arching his eyebrow and looking at me as if I was a fool. Perhaps I was.
I than again, shrug.
"Where you going to see a friend?" He asks. I guess you can call Dylan a friend, although I consider him as a boyfriend, but the word friend is in boyfriend so technically..
I nod.
He stares at me, weirdly might I add.
"And do you usually dress this good for a... friend?" I frown.
I bite my lip and shake my head.
"Hmm, so were you going on a date?" My stomach suddenly hurt with guilt.
God of course this would happen to me! Of course I couldn't have a secret life, nope! Not with Miles around!
I stare at him for a second. He can look as intimidating as he wants, he won't hurt me!! Would he?
I take in a deep breathe and shrug. It wasn't exactly the best way to answer his question but unfortunately I had no other way to answer him. "I'm guessing that's a yes?" He ask. I bite my lip, thinking. If I nodded my head indicating yes, I'm not quite sure what Miles would do to me, and I don't think I want to find out either.
But if I say no, I'd feel like a coward for not telling him the truth. Miles is a complete jerk! Since the moment I met him, he's been bossing me around, literally making me stay locked up in a fucking bedroom all day! What kind of mate is that?! I don't think I'll ever consider Miles as a mate.
He's more like the devil to me than a mate.
I nod my head at Miles and decide to stick with my pride. I wasn't going to look like even more of a coward around him! He already knows that I can talk, but choose not to all because of my parents death. He probably thinks I'm pathetic because of it!
"What's this guys name?" He asks, tilting his head slightly at me with his arms crossed. Now if that wasn't intimidating, I don't know what is. I stare at him for a second before deciding just to not answer anymore. He'd have to pry it out of me for now on.
"I sometimes forget that you don't speak." he whispers mainly to himself. "Look Jane, I know our "relationship" didn't really start out as good as well- well as good as you or I would want it to. But you have to know that I'm really trying here." he says, looking serious and sincere. "And it isn't exactly ideal for you to be out dating guys who-" his nostrils got bigger and he looked somewhat angry, he also looked like he was doing a good job controlling his anger.
"Who I don't even know, and most guys your age are only thinking of one thing, and I just don't think you should be dating or- having boy-friends." He says, struggling to even say the word.
I was a little dumbfounded by how mad and just angry he looked. He looked as if he was ready to punch a wall, and if that wasn't enough he'd probably go and kill someone.
I couldn't control myself, I felt so- well angry as well. I did something I had never did before to literally anyone, I scoffed at him, using a part of my voice, which I was still unsure if I had still or not.
I stare at him, or glaring at him might be a more appropriate way to describe it.
"I mean it Jane. I don't want you going out anymore. I'm not a fucking idiot. I see what you're doing when you think I'm not looking." He says.
This time my blood boiled. Who was he to talk to me like that? To tell ME to stop dating or whatever when he's fucking a girl practically every night, right next door to me! Dylan's literally the only thing that keeps me from going insane on those nights I have to stay up and hear that!
Like he's trying? Trying to have a relationship with me! FUCK HIM!!
My hands turned into fist, angry tears rolled down my cheeks and without even hesitating I said my first words in almost 4 years.
"Get out." I say through clenched teeth.
He starred at me in utter shock, it was obvious he wasn't expecting that, and neither was I.
"I said get out!" I raise my voice a little louder, almost chocking on the way it felt to actually talk.
Without hesitation he walked out.
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Being Mute
WerewolfBeing mute, and a werewolf? Jane had everything until one day she had nothing, including her voice. Watching her mother and farther die infront of her made her never want to talk again, until it came a habit. Now she is 17 and still doesn't have her...
