Forever (Book 1) (Editing)

Chapter Eleven

I fidgeted in my seat as I sat across from my father. I was a nervous wreck and with good reason to. I knew the things I was about to tell him would gain his disapproval as well as his disappointment. He already knew why I was here. Well sort of. I could see the look in his blue green eyes as he stared at me expectantly. He remained silent waiting for me to start and it made me feel even more uneasy. I had a hard time meeting his eyes. I had a hard time trying to think of how to start what I needed to say.

My fingers picked at the pant leg of my shorts. They still remained the only thing I wore. Upon making the decision to seek my father out for his help I hadn't stopped to even grab a shirt. My mind was overflowing with the confusion of everything and while sitting in front of my father, the Alpha, I felt very close to hyperventilating. I knew that with these words he would begin to look at me in a different light. I didn't know whether that would be a good thing or bad.

Sighing I looked up at him, making full eye contact for the first time since I entered his office. It had already been a full five minutes. His face was emotionless but I could again see the amusement that flooded his eyes. I knew he was feeling some sense of satisfaction as I sat before him sweating out my own disappoint. I still, no matter how hard I tried, couldn't open my mouth to speak. I feared what he would say or do, and I knew without a doubt what I told him right in this moment would get back to reach my mother’s ears.

Cringing I stayed in eyes contact as I licked my lips that had now gone dry. "Father, I uh... I need your help." I began in a shaky voice. I was unsure about this now that the moment had come, when just minutes before I had been so confident in making this decision.

He nodded his head a knowing look in his eye as he waited for me to continue. "I uh... I made some really bad choices, and uh.... I don't know how to fix them. I lost control and I uh... I don't know why or what to do about it."

I watched as he let out a small chuckle but it didn't reach his eyes. I could already see a number of emotions swirling with in his gaze as he stared intently at me. He remained silent as he waited. I knew he wasn't going to speak until I finished what it was I had to say to him. It was making this all the more difficult. If he said something, anything, I'd gain more confidence and know in a more defined term how to approach this subject.

"As you know I recently had the luxury of finding my mate, and as I'm sure you guessed I uh... well I think I've managed to make her hate me through a number of different situations. I don't even know what I was thinking in any of them to be honest." I said my eyes shifting slightly to take note of his now clenched jaw. Looking back up to meet his eyes I could see nothing but the raw pure anger he held in them. I could see how badly he wanted to lash out and give what for, but he restrained himself and remained quiet, once again waiting for me to continue.

"Okay so I guess I should start from the beginning?" I asked quietly squirming in my seat. At his nod I continued. "Well you see about two weeks ago I first encountered her in the halls, at the time I didn't know she was my mate. She'd never even looked at me but she'd disliked me the moment I'd seen her. It was my own fault and I hadn't done anything wrong to her exactly, in fact it was Greg's fault as well. He has this drive to torment Liam every chance he gets." I took a shaky breath before continuing.

"Anyways, I'd been holding Liam still while Greg beat him up. This isn't the first time we'd done this so I didn't think anything of it. Greg has it out for him and I was just backing him up. I really don't know why I never put a stop to it, I'd just accepted it." I heard the growl coming from my father at this as I shrunk myself down a bit into my chair. My father had always had a soft spot for Liam, had always accepted him as a friend of Greg and I without question.

"That's completely unacceptable Colt and you know it." He snarled at me in rage.

"I... I know and trust me I feel bad about what we'd done to him; we can talk about that another time, right now I need to tell you what I came here to say." I said in a small voice, the shame I felt evident as I spoke. My father took a few deep breaths to control his anger and then nodded at me to continue.