Rogue (Lesbian Story)

Missing You

Havana's P.O.V

I can only see red. The sky bleeds red, making the grass, that's supposed to be a luscious green, red. The forest before me is red, showing no sign of life, only death. Looking down at my hands, blood drips off my finger tips and back onto the dead body that it belongs to.

'That's the tenth one.'

Ten. It's been ten days since I've seen, heard, felt, or even smelt my mate. Ten days of agony. Ten days of worrying if she's okay or not. Ten days of hating myself because I let her go with Harry to look for an imaginary location. Ten days of being alone and feeling abandoned.

Did she leave me intentionally?

That thought always comes to mind when I think of her. She always promised to be with me but here I am, alone. Without her. Then it fades.

Who had taken her?

My wolf is out for blood, knowing that she'd never leave us and enraged at me for thinking that way.

That's how it's been for the last ten days. Me wanting to hate her for leaving me but instead I end up mad at myself for thinking that way.

The red blood that spilled from my hands hypnotized me. It smelt horrid but it's all that been on my mind recently.

Killing.

I will kill whoever put me and my mate in this pain. It's a comforting thought because it means that I will find her. I will find her and kill whoever holds her captive. The pain that lives within me will become theirs as I slowly and painfully kill them.

Was is Harry?

He always had an attitude with her, but, did he hate her that much? Did he want to see her suffer without me or visa-versa. Probably the former. I never liked him. If he so much as touched her, he'll pay. Even in hell he wouldn't be able to escape my revenge and hatred. But that's only if it was him.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

Standing up, I follow Claire into the house without a word. They don't understand the pain I'm in, but they know not to interfere with my coping methods. They tried. Once. I almost killed all of them.

It's a scary thought, I know, but, as I've told you, I only see red. I don't want sympathy or sweet nothings. I want revenge and I know killing them won't give me revenge but it would quench my thirst for it. If only for a little while.

Claire leads my up to Sky's room and into the bathroom. Excusing herself, she slinks away quickly, afraid that I'd hurt her again and I don't blame her. The smallest things set me off nowadays so it makes sense.

Turning on the shower, I strip out of the blood stained clothes and step into the heated water, instantly regretting it. The heat reminds me of the pain I felt when she officially went missing. I felt when she passed out and how much pain she was in leading up to the point.

I tried calling out to her but she didn't respond. I tried but trying is never good enough. I failed her and now she's gone.

Switching the water to cold, I stood, letting the cold numb any and every feeling in my body.

Someone knocks on my door and judging for the knocks, I can tell it's urgent. Controlling my anger I turning the water off and wrap myself in a towel. I walk into Sky's room and throw on her favourite white shirt and a pair of her black sweats.

The gentle knocks turn to banging and my anger flares. Opening the door with death in my eyes, I'm shocked to see Peyton leaning against the door frame, holding Skylar. Without saying a word, she brushes past me and lays Sky on the bed, careful not to move too fast.

The anger that once bubbled inside me is washed away by relief. My baby is okay!

"Where did you find her!?" I ask as I make my way to Skylar's side. She's sickly pale but breathing.

"In the training grounds."

Confused, I continue, "How did you get there untouched?"

"I created them."

"What happened to her?" I demand feeling Skylar's cold, cold hands. She pinches the brim of her nose, obviously upset with the questioning.

"Why do you care?"

"Because she's my damn mate, that why!" I say as the anger resurfaces. How dare she ask such stupid questions when all I want I do is make sure Skylar is okay.

Opening her eyes, realization flashes throughout them as she looks at me.

"You're her mate? Impossible." Just when I thought I could see clearly again, the red bleeds into my eyes and I'm in her face, canines extended.

"You're really pissing me off. Just tell me how MY mate is and why she's in the condition she's in."

She shows no sign of fear and it pisses me off. First she denies Sky as my mate and now she shows no respect.

"She's fine, just poisoned a little bit." Turning quickly, she walks towards the balcony, opening the sliding doors.

"How is that possible? Did you poison her?!"

She stays silent, leaning against the outside railing, eyeing me with just as much ferocity that I do her.

"It's debatable. I set up the poisonous traps but she triggered them because she didn't know that password." She says, seriously figuring out if she was the cause.

"WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU HELP HER IF YOU KNEW THERE'D BE POISON?!!"

She shrugs, blowing off my mates life like it's some kind of game. My wolf, scratching, almost breaking, the surface, yearns to be out. I feel her anger and I want to do the same exact thing, but this person means something to Sky. For some godforsaken reason, this woman is idolized by my mate and if I kill her now, she'll never forgive me.

Closing my eyes, I inhale roughly and try to calm the raging wolf inside of me.

"Will she wake up?" I ask after an eternity of silence.

"Only time will tell."