Wrongfully His

Chapter 39

The song for this chapter is "A Drop in the Ocean" by Ron Pope a video is attached. It's seriously such a beautiful song.

This chapter is dedicated to bebebishop! <3

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*Carter Stone *

"We got this" Heather assured me as we pulled back up to Jamie's family's house. "All you have to do is get your stuff, leave the convincing up to me" she reasoned as I turned in my seat to look at her now concentrated expression. Her lips were formed into a straight line as she awaited my anticipated agreement.

I nodded my head once as I gripped the door handle and pushed it open without hesitation. I might as well get this over with. Luckily no one was outside to greet me but I was positive they would all be inside waiting. Trying to sell the part I stopped at the front of the car and extended my hand outward. Heather's petite fingers laced with mine as she gave my hand an encouraging squeeze. Even though we had spent nearly an hour perfecting our plan I was still scared shitless. What if someone caught on that I really wasn't into Heather? I wasn't nearly as good at lying as she was. In the hopes of being convincing we walked up the wooden porch steps hand in hand, as though we were a real couple. The door was only another foot away as I let out a long lengthy breathe.

Having an internal debate I tried to figure out whether or not I should knock. I technically lived here and hadn't knocked since I arrived but now, things were different. I wasn't wanted here. Going against my better judgement I opened the door only to be engulfed in the eerie silence the house had to offer.

I took a moment just teetering on the balls of my feet as I peeked from room to room looking for a glimpse for a Watson family member. "Let's get your stuff" Heather suggested, her soft voice nearly startling me as it broke the silence. Realizing no one was coming to usher me away or yell at me I followed along with her request. Without speaking I began my walk up the stairs tugging her along with me.

As I walked down the hallway my eyes darted toward Jamie's room. Every time I walked up here I had to fight off every urge to go in there. On the occasion when I did give in I was immediately smacked in the face with memories of her and I...together. Her laying in my arms all night as if I was the only one who could keep her safe, our lingering kisses that slammed my emotions into overdrive. But, the memory that always remained a constant in my brain was the day she left. No matter what I said to her she wouldn't even explain why she was crushing me without a care. How could you leave your mate? Your real mate! "Carter" Heather whispered as my eyes remained down the narrow hallway though my hand hovered over the cold brass doorknob. "I'm sorry" she murmured knowing the exact feeling I was experiencing.

I pushed open the door allowing her into my very untidy bedroom but I didn't care, I wasn't trying to impress her. My clothes were thrown around without reason, the clean mixed with the dirty as they decorated the desk and floor. "I can't wait to be out of here" I confessed picking up the piles of attire and shoving them into the random duffle and garbage bags Brett brought them to me in. "Catching her scent is fucking torture" I explained my earlier statement. I was extremely surprised by Heather's comforting nature as she stroked her perfectly manicured hand against my back. It was her way of saying I understand and we'll fix it.

"I hope you aren't planning for your second bang out the day" a manly voice caught my ears causing me to spin around on the tops of my feet quickly. Trent stood in the doorway, his wide being pressed against the wooden frame as he cocked his eyebrows to a high questioning peak.

"It baffles me how you act like I'm the bad guy" I retorted ignoring Heather's earlier suggestion to let go of the animosity that surrounded me. "Just earlier you were threatening Nate and pretty much promising him that he wouldn't get away with what he did yet now I'm the villain?" I continued to push his buttons without care. I wasn't trying to be confrontational but sometimes you just need to get things off your chest and this was one of those times.