Because You're Mine (COMPLETED)

Chapter 118: Avi

Fucking Alphas, man. Why are we all so hard headed and always act on impulse? Is it just an alpha thing? Or is it just me and Scott?

God.

I had Leigh check where he was. Kevin was right. He didn't go for a run at all.

As I drive I have so many things going through my head: everything that Kevin just told me, the fact that Scott's drinking right now, the fact that Mitch is fighting for his life, and that Addalin hardly knows what's going on.

I do my best to process everything as I pull up to the bar where Scott's at. I can see him through the window and he looks already half way gone.

"Dammit Scott." I say. I shut off the car, grab my phone and keys, and head in. I sit down next to him and wait.

He drops his head the moment I sit. "What do you want?" He growls.

"I want you to come home."

"Pfft." He chuckles.

"Look, I'm not in the mood to do this with you. Please just come home."

"Why should I?" He downs another shot.

"Because we need you, Scott."

He laughs at that. "That's funny. Weren't you just a few days ago telling me how stupid I was?"

"I shouldn't have said that and I'm sorry I did. But right now, we need you to help us find him. You're the only one that knows the locations of those warehouses."

He's handed another drink and he takes a sip. "The map is in my room. Its not a secret."

"What is it, Scott?" I say, frustrated. "What is it that's eating you up inside?"

"Nothing." He says as he takes another drink.

"Well, its obviously something. You never drink. So talk to me."

He looks at me and chuckles. "You're the last person I want to talk to."

"Then who? Who will you talk to?" I'm getting angry at this point.

"No one. Because no one gets it. Not even you."

"Scott, I do get i-"

"No! You don't. Your child isn't in the hands of a maniac who beat you everyday for eight fucking years." He glares at me, his eyes dark and angry.

"Fine. Want to pull that card? Use it. Use that anger that you feel towards your father to help you."

"And how do you suggest I do that?"

"I don't know, find a way. Its a lot better than beating yourself up."

"You don't even understand."

"Then help me too, Scott."

"What would be the point? To prove that you're a more powerful alpha and can keep you emotions in check? No, thanks." He downs the rest of his drink. He gestures for another one, and I just watch, because I really don't want to piss him off again. I still hurt from our fight.

I sigh. "This has nothing to do with power, Scott. This is about you, blaming yourself."

"I never said I blamed myself."

"You don't have to. It's written all over your face. This isn't your fault."

He just chuckles and drinks.

"Scott, I'm serious. You didn't do this."

"But I did."

"How?"