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Next chapter! Wut wut! I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter, I might go in and change/add some things, FYI! Oh, and I'll be starting school soon! :( I'm in high school, so uploads might not be as frequent! Thank you for the comments/support! I love reading what you guys think! BTW, I haven't found anyone to play the part of Jay, or as Nora calls him, Hulk. Any suggestions? Thanks for reading! :D
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Edited: 12/26/14
Fuck my life.
At this point, the thought was becoming popular in my head. Nearly fifteen minutes after being abducted from the gas station, I found myself stuck in the backseat, zooming through the outskirts of town. I stared out the window at the passing houses, vacant buildings, and dead trees in hope of recognizing where I was. The bulky guy, Hulk, wasn't the best driver - he kept swerving into the other lane and when the speed limit was clearly fifty-five, he was pushing seventy. A calm expression rested on his face, though his grip on the steering wheel was tight enough that his knuckles were white. Next to him, the chestnut-colored hair guy, Brody, was ripping his empty Skittles package into small pieces, allowing them to fly out his rolled down window. He was humming along to the music playing quietly, ever once in awhile singing to the chorus.
Then, seated in the backseat with me, was Drew. While I pretended to be oblivious, I noticed that the majority of the time his eyes were focused on me. I wasn't sure if it was because of the mate-pull or he feared I had another brilliant plan to escape. The moment we had left the gas station, Hulk had forgot to lock the doors and I leaped out of the moving vehicle. Of course, my injuries stung like a bitch, but I wasn't weak - I had came this far. Instantly, I started hurrying away, desperately down the side of the road in hope of someone seeing me. But, because of his incredible speed, Drew had caught me within minutes, shoving me back into the SUV. I inspected my new injuries - my elbows and knees contained bloody scraps from the concrete and my shoulder was aching from taking the fall.
I touched one of my scraps and flinched, rubbing the blood between my fingers. How many times was I going to get injured? Sooner or later, with the pace I was heading, I was going to get myself killed. Though, as I sat there in the backseat, I knew my father would've been proud. He would've wanted his daughter to die fighting and denying the mate-pull. Drew exhaled loudly and pinched the bridge of his nose, before looking towards me with his worried eyes. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," I grumbled, not looking at him.
"You're bleeding," he said, mentioning the obvious. "You must've ripped open your stitches in your thigh - you need to be more careful."
I pinched my lips together. "It doesn't hurt." It wasn't a complete lie; I assumed the blood-loss had caused my thigh to become numb. Though, every once in a while, there was a throbbing.
"You're beating yourself up," he responded, eyeing me. "You're making yourself suffer." I gritted my teeth together and looked back out the window. I need to get out of here. While he was concerned, I knew a part of him was angry that I had leaped out of the moving vehicle near the gas station; it was his pack member's fault for not locking the doors. But, I also knew that he was hurt that I kept trying to escape him - didn't he understand that a hunter and Alpha weren't going to work? A moment of silence passed between us, before he raised an eyebrow. "Maybe you live for the suffering."
I glanced at him. "What does that mean?"
"You keep fighting."
"Because, I don't want to be here," I told him, harshly. "I don't want to be with you." My lips twisted into a sneer while my stomach twisted inside of me. A pained expression came across his face and I looked down at my hands, reminding myself not to cave into the mate-pull. I wanted to apologize; I wanted to touch him. But, I couldn't. I heard Hulk inhale loudly as he eavesdropped and Brody simply cleared his throat, awkwardly. The two of them hadn't acknowledged me since we had left the gas station; I assumed that Drew didn't want them to. "Just let me go and I won't kill you or your pack."
"I don't trust hunters, sweetheart," he responded, quietly. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, slouching down in the backseat. I flinched at the pain in my shoulder, but kept a strong face on; I refused to allow him to see me hurting. "I know what you're capable of - I've seen you. And, believe me, I'm not happy you killed some of my pack members, but we have a bond. I can't - "
"Stop," I interrupted, my voice cracking. "We have nothing."
"Stop denying it," he countered, narrowing his eyes. "You feel the sparks whenever we touch, you felt the regret when you stabbed me, you have the urges." From the corner of my eye, I glared at him through my lashes. "You don't have to fight me, sweetheart."
"Don't call me that, dipshit," I told him, warningly. "And, I don't? You're my enemy."
"No, I'm not," he blurted, almost desperately. "I don't want to hurt you - I never wanted you to have these injuries." He gestured with his hands towards my body, his eyes pausing on my bleeding elbows. "I didn't give you them; you gave them to yourself."
I huffed. "Because, you won't let me go."
"Because, I can't," he responded, quickly. "Do you really think I wanted a hunter as my mate? To have my pack now afraid with you around?" I took a deep breath, feeling a small sting in my chest. Damn mate-pull. I watched as he ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated. "I saved you. I could've allowed my pack to kill you in the forest and yes, it would've been painful for me. But, your death would've protected my pack; you would've no longer been a threat."
"Then, why am I here?" I asked, bluntly. "Why didn't you let them kill me?"
He nibbled on his bottom lip. "I d-don't know." I swallowed loudly as the SUV swerved, turning down another unfamiliar street. I grabbed onto the door handle next to me and glared at Hulk behind the wheel. Brody released a small scream, before scolding his friend for his terrible driving. As I slouched farther down in the backseat, Drew took a deep breath. "I just want you to stop fighting me."
"That isn't going to happen," I informed him, determined. "I have a family to return to."
"A murderous family."
"You want to talk about murderous?" I blurted, narrowing my eyes. His kind had murdered my mother, ripped her to pieces. I remembered the sight of her body, scattered around, bloody and mauled. She hadn't even looked human anymore.
He frowned. "What?" Realizing my mistake, I shook my head in response and looked back out the window. The sun was beginning to settle down behind the hills and it was slowly becoming dark. "Not all werewolves are terrible, Nora."
"Have you ever killed someone?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. He opened his mouth to answer, but quickly closed it, regrettably. "Exactly."
Suddenly, I found myself zooming down a gravel road through the trees of the forest. There were potholes, resulting in me bouncing up and down, painfully. Eventually, Drew ordered his pack member, Jay, or A.K.A, Hulk, to slow down. Several thoughts were running through my head as I squinted through the trees, which were growing darker. Next thing I knew, the SUV was jolting to a stop, directly in front of a large house. The place was white with dark green shutters and a porch that wrapped all the way around, providing a view in every direction. There were hundreds of windows and bushes decorating the front; this was the place where I was being held captive. Immediately, Drew grabbed my upper arm and scooted out of the vehicle, pulling me with him, gently. When weight was forced upon my thigh, some feeling returned and I crumbled against the door. "Nora? Can you walk?"
"I'm fine," I forced through gritted teeth, pushing away from the door. "I just need another bandage." The one on my thigh was extremely bloody, becoming heavy enough that it was slipping from my skin. "And, maybe some painkillers."
"I've got Advil," he responded, gesturing towards the house. With a scowl, I slowly followed him towards the front door, his two pack members, Hulk and Brody, following behind me. At some point, Brody skipped towards my side, cautiously.
"I heard you smashed a vase on Cole's head," he said, grinning. "Is that true?" Drew gave him a warning look as he unlocked the front door and pushed it open. Not in the mood for conversation, I nodded my head, followed by Brody pounding his fist in the air. "Yes! Awesome!" My eyebrows knitted together as I moved into the house, reluctantly.
Drew grabbed my upper arm, almost startled by the sparks. "Come on." I allowed him to lead me up the familiar flight of stairs and down several hallways until I found myself in the bedroom that I woke up in. He closed the door behind me and dragged me towards the connecting bathroom, flicking on the lights. I limped over to the bathtub and took a seat on the side, relieved when the weight was off my thigh. I watched with a frown as he rummaged through the drawers, frantically searching. He turned around and tossed me a bottle of Advil, which I caught against my chest. "Take a few of those."
Not bothering to thank him, I swallowed a few pills without water, easily. As I screwed the lid back on, Drew approached me with a medical kit and a large bandage in his hands. "I can do it," I told him, extending my hand. "Give."
"You can't do your own stitching," he told me, shaking his head. "I'll do it."
"I've done it before," I said, raising an eyebrow. He stared at me, several emotions lingering on his face. Hesitantly, he handed over the supplies and I started preparing myself, not flinching at the sight of the needle. As he flopped down on the floor, relaxing against the cabinet beneath the sink, I stretched my leg out with the needle between my teeth. Drew pinched his lips together and watched as I peeled the bloody bandage off my thigh. Underneath, there was a variety of teeth marks, though two of them were bleeding. Taking a deep breath, I shoved the needle through my skin, biting my bottom lip against the pain. I had stitched myself before; there were multiple times when I was forced to. Actually, my father taught me, just in case - obviously, it became useful.
"Just so you know," he started, quietly. "I would've never let my pack kill you in the forest."
"It sounded like the thought came to you," I said, sticking the needle through again. I breathed through my gritted teeth, embracing the pain.
He rubbed his forehead. "No, I'm just frustrated."
"With me," I added, rolling my eyes. "What did you expect? That I would fall into your arms since you saved me? That I would change my hunting ways for you?"
"Something like that."
"Get that delusion out of your head," I told him, coldly. He closed his eyes and banged his head against the cabinet door behind him. Ignoring the mate-pull, I continued stitching until I was completely finished. I rubbed the dry blood away, before applying another fresh bandage over my jagged stitching. Then, I firmly placed bandages on my scraped elbows and knees, along with other areas that were bleeding. At the time, infection was the least of my concerns. When I clambered back to my feet, I limped into the bedroom, knowing Drew was following closely behind me. "I'm taking the bed." I crawled onto the soft mattress and shoved my legs underneath the silky sheets.
"We can't share?" he responded, approaching me. "I'll take the other side."
"No."
"Are you serious?"
"Dead serious."
"I won't touch you," he said, pleadingly. I pulled the sheets farther up to my chest and shook my head, frowning. He glanced towards the floor, which appeared cold and dusty. "Come on, I'm not sleeping on the floor."
I exhaled loudly. "Go sleep in another bed somewhere."
"I need to be near you, Nora."
"Well, if you want to be near me, you're sleeping on the floor," I told him, rolling my eyes. I snatched the nearest pillow beside my head and tossed it towards him, watching as it bounced off his chest and fell to the floor. He released a small growl and pointed towards the bed, before saying, "That's my bed. If anyone, you should be sleeping on the floor."
"I don't think so."
He gritted his teeth together. "If I sleep on the floor, my back is going to be messed-up in the morning."
"Not my problem."
"We can put a pillow in-between us?"
"Not happening."
He groaned in frustration and glared at me, an ugly scowl on his face. Then, muttering something under his breath, he snatched the folded, ugly quilt off the end of the bed. I watched with a smirk as he unfolded it and crouched down, punching his pillow. He looked at me, hoping that I was going to change my mind about the sleeping arrangement. But, I stayed firm on my decision and he flopped down on his side, covering himself with the quilt. He buried his cheek into the pillow and closed his eyes with a groan.
Dipshit.
I flipped onto my side, feeling the cold sheets against my skin. Careful with my injuries, I turned off the nightstand lamp and closed my eyes, falling asleep to ideas on how to escape.