The Omegas Heart

Chapter 17 "My destiny wasn't to save the world"

Considering I was part of a pack for most of my life you would probably find it hard to believe that I had extremely underestimated the size of my pack. I'm not saying it was a small pack, far from it. I was along the lines of it being average size but looking at the dishes piled up by my not so average sized pack I was realizing that there are states with smaller populations. In fact there may even be emptier countries.

It was 7pm by the time I had approached the kitchen and in that instant I became unbelievably depressed. I wasn't about to try and count the number of dishes. Considering I dropped out of high school and had a pretty poor attention span at times there was no possible way I could count the plates never mind glasses, bowls, cutlery... and the list goes on.

There was a pair of rubber gloves but their god awful pink colour and the feathers rimmed along the bottom made me want to vomit so they were buried deep in a random drawer. I had plunged my hand into the sink and began scrubbing at some marks that I had no clue about what made them whilst the dishwasher worked on making a dent of the pile.

My fingers were turning to prunes the longer my hands were in the water.

"Hey." I heard Cassidy say but continued to focus on the task at hand. It may have been boring but it was better than participating in the conversation that I had dreaded. There was a reason I hadn't just blurted out about my scars. Cassidy, although my best friend would just thrust a big fat 'I told you so' in my face. A well-deserved I told you so but still not an experience I had looked forward to.

"Hi." I muttered, wiping away what looks like ketchup from one of the plates. "What's up?" I placed the plate on the drainer beside me which was almost full but still there were many other dishes remaining beside the sink.

Cassidy took hold of the dishtowel and began wiping away the wetness of the dishes.

"You really shouldn't be doing that."

Cassidy shrugged. "I know all about your punishment." There was a small laugh that escaped her when she said that. Clearly she, much like myself, couldn't believe I was actually doing it. What is wrong with me? "I just don't care."

I smiled back as we continued with the dishes. The dishwasher bleeped signalling the end of its cycle.

I wiped my hands on the spare dishtowel began unloading it onto the side of the counter. Everything had been moved since I lived in the pack house so there was no point in me even trying. I could just leave them piled up and that would be that. We stayed in our very comfortable silence until I was loading up the new stack of my 'chores' into it.

"Don't take this the wrong way, Cas, but why are you helping me right now?"

Cassidy smiled. "Lex, it's nothing, really. If you ask me Hunter was being unfair."

"No, I probably would have killed Leonard had he not stopped me, still might."

Cassidy scoffed, sparking my interest. "Trust me, Hunter has dug his claws into a few too many of our pack members over enough silly issues." She laughed. I knew I looked like a child with my wide eyes and the nodding of my head, willing her to go on. "So this one time," there was an undeniable joy in her face and voice of being able to gossip, just like high school, "Hunter was given the responsibility of running his first training session. One of the older wolves called him a kid and were poking fun at him. As you can imagine that only lit the fuse. Then, Hunter over heard one of the guys go too far. I can't remember exactly but it was something along the lines of 'look at him, what alpha turns 16 and doesn't find his mate'."

"Ooh, and then bomb goes off!" I laughed slamming shut the dishwasher in a melodramatic fashion, adding a 360 spin for good measure. The room erupted in laughter. Who know that the giggles of two people could fill a kitchen that size? It was genuine fun. The sound of the past. A very loud sound that echoed of the walls and to my ears, filling me with an undeniable warmth. "I missed this."  I sighed, never thinking through what I was saying. It just kind of slipped out.