My Crappy Blood-line [Completed]

Part 25

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Abbigail's POV:

I don't really know what happened next. The mystery guy was thrown to the ground, and I struggled to catch my breath as I held my stomach. I could feel tears slipping down my cheeks. Why was I being so damn emotional, and why was I so weak? I let myself slip to the ground with my back against the bedroom wall. Matt had the mystery man pinned to the wall.

"You bastard!" he growls. Chase and Nate run through the doorway and grab Matt's shoulders, holding him back. Caleb and Hunter come in and take the mystery man away.

"Matt, let us take care of him," Nate says. I knew just as well as them that Matt would have killed the guy if they hadn't intervened. They slowly let Matt go. I try to calm myself down, but I can't. I see Matt's shoes step closer through my blurry vision. He squats next to me and puts a hand on my cheek.

"Abbigail..." he whispers. I look up into his eyes as the sparks start flying across my skin again, and I'm getting lost in his touch. What would have happened if he hadn't been there?

My eyes flicker to the door where Katrina now stands. I push Matt's hand away and stand up, getting to my feet and heading over towards the door. Katrina politely moves out of the way. I stare her down as I walk into the hallway where the rest of the pack was just arriving.

"Abbigail, what's wrong?" Jake asks. I press my lips together.

"I think we have an unwanted guest from the Dark Mountain pack," I say. Jake's eyes go wide. I can sense Matt's anger rolling off of him as he gets closer.

"He kissed her," Matt growls. Jake raises an eyebrow at me, and I feel myself hiccup, which is something I only do when I cry.

"I don't know what happened..." I try to explain. "I just couldn't do anything..." I look down at the floor.

"Werewolves get weak when they're away from their mates for too long," I hear Katrina say. I turn around to face her and Matt. Matt starts shaking when he sees me, and Katrina sets a hand on his shoulder. I feel my eyebrows bunch together, but then I remember years ago when Katrina used to do the same thing for other people. Oh, she was just helping him...what did he need help for? Why was he loosing control?

"Abbigail, could you take a step back?" Katrina asks. I cock an eyebrow, but she's totally serious. I nod and back up.

"I think I've had enough of all this," I say softly. "I can't handle all this shit anymore." And then I walk up the stairs to my bedroom--leaving my pack and Matt down in the hallway.

I close the bedroom door behind me and take a deep breath. After a minute with my eyes closed, I go over to my desk and just begin throwing things off onto the floor. I don't bother to hold in the tears as my rage pours out of me. Papers flutter to the floor, and books go flying into the walls. I can feel the tears rolling down my cheeks as I grit my teeth and throw the picture frame holding the picture of my mom off the wall and onto the floor. I push it over so I don't have to stare at her picture. I've lost everything. And now I'm loosing myself. I hold my head in between my hands and scream. I don't care who hears me. I throw the quilt off the bed followed by the sheets and the pillows. I'm crying the whole time.

Why did I have to loose them? Why did my mom have to die? Why did I have to leave? Why can't I have Mesenah back? What did Mrs. O'Hare do to deserve death? None of them deserved to die! None of them deserved this! It's all my fault. It's all because of my crappy blood-line! It's all because I was born! Why did I have to be born?