After a very long wait, here is the beginning of the second part to Some Call It Love.
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THIS IS THE SECOND PART, if you have not read Some Call It Love The Mark I advise reading that first or this will be very, very confusing.
Some Call It Love
Part Two: The Declaration
By: Katie Tarr
“Remember when you said you would never leave me? All those months ago, when I feared you would go back to Florida because you got too impatient?” I asked Jack, sitting on the cold leather seats of his Father’s town car.
“Yes.” Jack answered back, looking out the tinted window with a stone like expression. He was displeased with my choice of action, but there was nothing I could do about it. Despite his vigorous efforts to keep me unknowingly of his untimely demise, Jack’s Father had explained how the necklace that hung delicately around my neck worked.
I had been wearing a ticking time bomb, so to speak. Usually the necklace doesn’t have too much of a time restraint. Normally werewolves find their mate when they turn the age of sixteen, and then they have two years to court the girl into marriage, and ultimately the mark. Jack’s wolf had jumped the gun tremendously, but there was nothing we could do about it now. His Father had actually accepted the fact the bite had happened. He anticipated it actually. Jack seemed embarrassed about it though, and later on that night explained that it was meant to be very intimate; it would be like if my Mother had found a used condom lying on the floor.
That night, which now seemed forever ago but in reality only a few days had passed, I had crinkled my nose at his metaphor. “I don’t appreciate you referring to a mark you meant symbolizes the fact I belong to you for the rest of my life as a ‘used condom’”, I explained as Jack tried to rub out the disgust clearly written on my nose.
“You know what I mean… if you had grown up with my pack you would understand. We tease newly pronounced mates,” Jack explained.
I smiled at the memory; it was the last night Jack was conversational with me. That next day I had met with his Father, who hadn’t been in a better mood because of the choices Jack had made while so far from home, and I discussed with him the best way to handle it.
Jack was so mad that I had decided to ultimately run away with him. Due to the bond he caused by biting me, he couldn’t comfortably leave me, and he was going to sleep outside of my house like he did months before bucking up the courage to talk to me, but I pleaded for him to stay and hold me for just one more night in the comfort of my bed. A few tears later, and he was holding me but not happily.
That night Jack had explained to me everything he was trying to say over his Father earlier that day at the coffee shop when I had promised his Father to meet him at four in the morning to start the drive down to Florida.
“Hannah… you don’t understand the heartache you’re causing by just leaving in the middle of the night. Don’t do this to your family, don’t do this to your friends, but most importantly do not put yourself through this.” Jack pleaded, tightening his grip on me. I was thankful it was only nine at night; I still had eight hours to pack. But the hours I had been thankful for flew by, and as the time neared for me to meet the town car down the road the harder it was to pack a duffle bag full of the only things I would be able to take with me from my childhood home.
“Please don’t do this…” Jack pleaded with me, while I filled the empty space with a few more articles of clothing. “Hannah, please!” He rose his voice louder than normal, and my heart stopped while I waited silently, listening for some kind of rustle from either my parents room or my brothers.
“Hush Jack” I hissed, when I didn’t hear a thing. “I don’t understand Jack; you came all the way to New Hampshire to make me be with you, and now you’re telling me not to be? Why go through all the trouble just to make me stay here while your Father forces you to leave?”