Unknown Truth

Chapter 14: A Job?

Chapter 4: A Job?

Des POV

I lay down in bed. Sleep was not going to take over tonight. I knew Jay was upset and My wolf was freaking out. Just fix it know! Tell her the truth! Stop being so stubborn! My head was yelling at me. I didn’t move though. I stayed still, staring at my ceiling. Then the silence was broke by sobs. I couldn’t do it anymore. I needed to stop her from crying and have her in my arms again. I rolled out of bed and mad my way to her room, next door. Knocking lightly, “Go away.” She yelled. I could hear how strained her voice was and how sad she actually was. I didn’t listen and open the door. I walked in, she was curled in a ball on her couch. “Des, go away. You made it clear you don’t love me.” She said sleepily. When did I make that clear? I left because I was trying to solve the problem. “What are you talking about?” I asked. I was clam and no sense of me about to freak out. I just needed for her not to be made at me anymore.

“I heard you in the office, saying how it didn’t matter and it is what it is.” That’s what that noise was. “I wasn’t talking about that. I was on the phone talking to someone about something else. “What were you talking about?” I couldn’t tell her that. She wouldn’t believe me and doesn’t her friend need to tell her that. “I can’t tell you.” I said looking at the ground. My voice was barely addible. “That’s what I thought, more secretes. Why do you even bother, if you’re not going to tell me anything anyways?” Those words cursed through my heart. I want to tell her, I want to explain everything to her, but what if it hurts her. I can’t risk hurting her. I didn’t say another word and sulked back to my bedroom. Lying back down in bed, knowing it was going to be a restless night.

My alarm clock blinked 3:15, when I decided to give up on trying to sleeping. In just pajama pants I made my way to the kitchen. Justine can be mad at me, but maybe if I make her breakfast she might forgive me. It was a long shot, but it was something. With that idea, I started on my adventure of trying to make her breakfast. Twenty minutes later the smell of bacon filled the apartment. “Yummy, you made bacon.” Albin said reaching out trying to snag a peace. I slapped his hand down. “No, it’s for Justine. We got in a fight last night.” “If you made me bacon every time we fought, I’d love you.” Albin jokes. I wasn’t in the mood. Between having a night without sleep and knowing that Justine hates me. How could I possibly want to joke? I just glared at him. “I was joking. Yeah, I heard you yelling last night. What was it about?” He actually looked like he cared and even if he didn’t I was going to pretend he did. I needed someone’s advice, although he wasn’t my first choice, he is better than a rock. “Do you remember the girl form the ball?” “Yeah, the one that Justine freaked on?” “Yeah, well I realized I knew her. She was always flirting with me last year. She is upset that Justine my mate not her. Anyways for revenge she sent Justine a message about how I was just using her for her power and that she was worthless. She read it and believed that it was true. I freaked she freaked and then I stormed out. I was on the phone with Grace yelling at her to fix it, when Justine herd it and thought I was talking about her. Know she’s even madder at me. I don’t know what to do.” I finally finish my explanation and put my head in my hands.

“Dude, that sucks. You must feel stupid.” Albin says stealing one of the strawberry’s I washed earlier. Stupid!? Who looks at someone and is like you must feel stupid? What person comforts by using that? “So helpful.” I grumble turning back the fridge. As I turned I could feel eyes watching me. The person was staring at my back, like they were trying to drill holes to find a soul, which at this point I’m not quite sure I had. She had good points, I don’t tell her much, not because I don’t trust her. I trust her with my life, but I don’t want her to deal with some stuff. She’s only fifteen. She should stay innocent for a little while longer. Ok, I know most her age isn’t innocent, and I am praying that she still is, but she shouldn’t have to deal with random pack murders that don’t make sense. I don’t want her to have to see wolves rip each other apart limb by limb in a war. I can see me keeping her out of that was my way of protecting her, but I guess it can be seen as not trusting her, too.

I turn around to see the driller. Justine was standing there staring at me. Her eyes were bright red and puffy. The more I returned her gaze and looked into her eyes the more I saw the hurt, sadness and most of all broken. People say the eyes are the entrance to the soul, I sure hope that’s not true. By what her eyes were telling me is her soul was broken and it was all, my fault. She pulled her gaze away from mine. “Do you ever wear a shirt?” She grumbled as she walked farther into the kitchen. “I made you some breakfast.” I said referring to the food set on the counter. “I’m not hungry, Albin can eat it.” She says shrugging and going to the fridge. It looked as if a man hungry bear burst into the kitchen and began tearing apart the food, but it was just Albin. “Justine, can we please talk?” I practically beg. She continued to have her back towards me and wouldn’t even respond. By instinct I grabbed her wrist forcing her to look at me. “Please?” I begged looking at her face this time.

“What do you want to talk about? How you hurt me? Oh, no how you used me, into using my powers to help you. Or do you want to talk about you don’t trust me and I’m just some job that you have to get done? I know I don’t matter to you and it is what it is when it comes to me!” She yells in my face. I don’t answer. I pull her close sending tingles through our bodies and throw my lips on hers. I kissed her with so much passion and love I can’t begin to explain. If she didn’t believe that I loved her, I’d just have to show her. I deepened the kiss, pulling her closer and running my fingers through her hair. She wasn’t kissing back, but she wasn’t pulling away either. Reluctantly she started to kiss back and I took that as my key to pull away. “I know you felt that pull and sparks just like me. You know I can’t make that up. I never did anything in that note and I am in love with you. Every fiber of my being knows that and wants to be with you. I never intended on keeping things from you, I was trying to protect you. You are the furthest thing from a job, you are more of a gift. Tell me when you believe me.” I said turning on my heels and walking back to my room.

A job, how could she think that If she was a job, I don’t think anyone would mind going to work.

Author Note: I know, I know it's short, but I made a goal to update every friday. Well I'm going on a trip this friday so I thought hey why not thrusday.

I hope you liked it even if it was short. It was fun even though I'm not really good at making Des POV guyish. What do you think of it? Do you like how Albin try's to confront her? It was somthing that  we were talking about in one of my classes today. Please I want your imput and ideas! I'd love input and thoughts.

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