mate. (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 5: Fine.

(Jak⬆️)
(Aziri's P.O.V)

They continued to be silent, staring at me, then each other, then down, then back at me. I was starting to get worried. "What?" I said, a little annoyed they weren't talking to me. "Well...." Max started. "We just think...maybe it's time you move in with me.." she said. I was a little taken back by what she said. "Wait....what?" I said, laughing a little, hoping they were about to tell 'pranked ya!!'. But those words never came. "Well.." Devon said while walking towards me. I could see the sadness in his eyes, but also the joy of having the thought of being free of my burdens. "We started talking, and we realized that we aren't always going to be able to protect you." I knew this was coming. I love my brothers. I love my family. The thing is, I think I care about them too much, so I feel like they are always so protective of me. I need to leave. I feel like a burden, and I care about them too much to watch them have to deal with me anymore. I looked down, careful not to let them see my watery eyes. "Fine. I'll go. I'm umm gonna go take a quick shower and then pack." I said. I could feel their eyes on my back because my voice had given my sadness away at the end. I headed upstairs, and tried to reasure myself, telling myself that it would be like an adventure. I got out, and put on my athletic leggings and a ty-dye shirt I made in 6th grade. Yes, I can still fit my 6th grade clothes. I went to the attic and got my suitcases out. There were 4. They were brown with white zebra stripes, and teal rims and zippers. I started packing the clothes in my dressers first. That alone took 25 minutes. Next, I moved on to the closet, which was a walk-in closet and a TON of clothes and shoes in it. I did my shoes after that, and packing up my closet stuff took around 1hour. I said a TON of clothes. I left out my favorite t-shirt and shorts to sleep in and an outfit for tomorrow. I then moved on to my toiletries. I packed everything up, except for my deodorant, hairbrush, toothbrush and toothpaste, a few hair ties. Then, I climbed into my bed, and set a timer for 6am, and drifted off to sleep. So far, it was the same damn nightmare. I woke up in the same bedroom, he came up here filled with anger and rage. But this time, I felt different. He didn't hit me, yell at me, or anything. He just came up here and sat down next to me, pulling me into his lap as he did so. His eyes were filled with lust..happiness...love...joy. All the things he had before he lost his mind. But this time, they also held guilt. He leaned my head against his chest. "Can you hear it? My heart?" He asked. "It beats only for you, kitty. That's why you stay up here. So I will never have to go through the pain of losing you." I didn't know what to feel, say, do. I just sat there. In his lap with his left hand entwining his fingers into my hair, his right hand slowly wrapping around my waist, rocking back and fourth. I swear, if anyone had walked in on us at that moment, they would've thought we were insane. My ankle was broken, and he was being nice right now, so I decided to ask him to help me. "M-my..ankle is bro-...broken. Can you help me, please?" I said, a little frightened by the chance he might have a mood swing. "Of course, my kitten. I would do anything for you." He said. To be totally fair, I know it's true. He would do anything for me. As long as I belonged to him, and he was being friendly. When I would try to escape, he would kill every animal in his way to get me back. He was never far behind me when I would try to leave. Thankfully, no person was ever in his way. The silver chain on my broken ankle touched my skin, making it hurt more. I screamed. He hated it when I screamed. He says the sound of me screaming makes him wanna kill himself because he is racked with guilt when he hears it. I quickly bit my tongue, making it bleed. Right as I did that, his lips were on mine. I squeezed my eyes shut. He had this special ointment made from a which he knows that heals anything. He had already put it on my ankle, and was now backing me into the corner. I was practically laying down and he was over top of me. He licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance, which I granted, not because I liked it but because I didn't deny him anything anymore. He slowly slide his hands under my shirt, tearing it off. I started crying. That was when I woke up. All of my brothers and Max were trying to wake me up. The first face I saw was Max's beautiful one. She looked hurt, sad, and depressed, but quickly covered it all up with the exact opposite when she saw me wake up. "Are you ok my love what happened do you wanna tal-.." I cut her off by hugging her, and crying into he shoulder. She pulled me out of the bed, and pulled into her lap where she  was continued asking me questions about my nightmares. "I-I don't wanna talk about it right now if that's o-okay." I whispered shaking, between sobs. "Okay my love." It felt like we stayed like that for hours. She had fallen asleep, thinking I did too. Obviously, I hadn't. I needed to go for a walk. There was my best friend, Jak who was always awake. Or at least he  always seemed awake. I went over to his house and walked in. He lived alone, and since I was his best friend, he had given me a key and told me I was welcome anytime. I went to his room and knocked on the door. "Hey Jak, I was wondering if you wanted to go for a walk."  No answer. "Ja-" I was about to knock again, but he opened the door. "Yes flower, I would love too." He said. 'Flower' was a nickname of mine he had given me when we were little. He said my fur looked like a flower, but he couldn't remember what kind of flower. A month later he came pounding on my front door and said the flower my fur looked like was a dandelion or a yellow Daisy. He started calling me flower, and it just kinda stuck.