Being Mute

Chapter 17 ❤️

Well I was back in Miles pack house feeling cooped up.

It wasn't exactly "good" to be back, under my conditions. Besides, who'd wanna be back? The only thing I was really excited for is seeing Dylan again. I figured because I'm back, I'd ask if he wanted to meet up.

Which I did do. And I was pleasantly surprised that he didn't say no this time. I wasn't exactly sure what Dylan was going through and why he didn't want to bring me into it, but I'm glad at least he told me what was happening instead of ignoring me forever, which I was afraid he'd do.

I got dressed in my favorite skinny jeans and a really cute lace shirt I had bought well visiting my aunt.

I asked her if we can go shopping for some nice clothes and makeup. I'm guessing she assumed it was for Miles. I hadn't told her that I wasn't exactly with Miles, and that this was for a guy that's a million times better than Miles.

I figured if I did tell her, she'd scold me for being so "dumb" I assume she'd say.  I know my aunt too well, if she did find out all of this, she'd get mad at me for doing that to my mate. Although little would she know that he's doing it right back to me.

Almost like we're tricking each other and knowing about it at the same time, only Miles doesn't know about Dylan and there's no way in fucking hell I'm going to let him know about Dylan. I'm still very much afraid to find out what he'd do if he did.

Would he kill me? Would he kill Dylan? Would he even be mad? God I don't even know!

Miles is so weird and confusing and I try to stay away from him as much as I can. I still don't know what he wants from me yet, and I don't think he plans on telling me anytime soon.

Anyways, so I got all dressed up to see Dylan. He said he wanted to bring me to his pack house, show me around. Which sounded nice.

I did my hair, curling it all fancy like. I did my makeup, which was more of an attempt than actually doing it. I knew if I tried too hard, it would just look like shit. So a simple wing tip and some natural eyeshadow was as far as I'd go.

Although I'll admit I'm really getting down this "contour " thing.

Which I've been practicing because I feel like I need to at least look good for whenever I'm around Dylan.

And it also makes up for the fact that I literally don't talk.

I'm not even sure if I have a voice anymore..

I grabbed my bag off my bed, slinging it over my shoulder.

I still wasn't really aloud to go out, and although I seem like a bad ass that would go through the front door and just leave like I didn't give a shit, I'm actually not that fucking brave, and I'm sure if Miles saw me do that, he'd drag my ass back in.

So I hopped out my window, happily.

I dusted myself off, checking to see if I had gotten any dust on my good jeans and my knew lace blouse.

Luckily I was all clean. I started walking towards the direction Dylan said he'd pick me up at.

"You know there's a door." My eyes go wide and I freeze in my place. I squeeze my eyes shut, debating to run or not.

I don't think I'd get far, track has never been my type of thing.

I gulp down the lump in my throat and turn around, facing the one and only bastard, Miles. Oh Miles how do you make my life so miserable?

Ugh!