“He said ‘I hate this not being able to reach you bullshit and it shouldn’t be this way’” I mimic Coles slightly accented dialect in a mocking male low tone, bouncing my shoulders as I say it in pretense macho’ness, and kick the dash in fury when I let it out, hurting my own toes inside my boot and it only makes me madder.
“He is the god damn reason I LEFT! Oh my god, why the hell did I think that running straight back to that complete dumbass was the best plan of things. I should have known he would only piss me off completely.”
“Don’t kill me for the suggestion, but maybe because he is the best option and, you two clearly have a few issues that need to be resolved. He may be marked elsewhere, but it does sound like his heart is still fully invested here, and your overdramatic response screams you love him still.” The doc points at my chest, meaning my heart and I shake my hands out in frustration. I want to show him what over dramatic looks like as the urge to air punch the doc out of the truck hits me, for that less than helpful observation.
“Colton’s heart has never been the problem. It’s his big, stupid, inflated head, that big dumb brain that sits in there, taking up space and telling him to do the right thing for everyone else in the pack, except him…. and me. That’s the only issue we have and it’s a non-resolvable one.”
Reverting to juvenile insults because Colton really does make me feel wacko sometimes. Like back after the imprinting when he left me alone for two weeks, and then just showed up in my head like some swooning Romeo and screwed me all up. Why didn’t he let me die that night?
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but surely marking another would completely dissipate your link and the feelings he has for you?” The doctor is trying to tug me back to a sense of calm with a little question time, but I’m not biting. Too absorbed in my self-rampage of Colton dislike, because I have needed to do this for weeks.
“We imprinted, no one knows…. and in the whole history of fated mates, no one has ever rejected the bond and not marked. Just that dip shit Colton, so I don’t know if it’s meant to dissolve the link, or whatever, but it didn’t. Clearly!” I spit it out, turning away and banging my forehead off the side window in a bid to calm down.
“Then maybe….”
“Don’t okay. I know what I felt, and I don’t want to talk about him anymore, until I have to see his stupid face. Can we just drive and not talk? Please.” I bite my tongue, so many more words poised and ready to spew out, but this is getting me nowhere fast.
“That’s fine by me, my dear. This is a difficult path to follow and I should probably concentrate on that.” The doctor relents, probably relieved to have an excuse to not engage with the hormonal psycho making this time worse than it needs to be and I do suddenly get hit with a wave of remorse at taking it out on him.
“Fine…… suits me fine!” I lower my tone and try for softer, but I sound like a sulking child and shut myself up. I slump back against my headrest, exhaling heavily and stare out the window once more, pulling my legs up to curl under me on the oversized truck chair, bubbling, and boiling up inside and begin counting down the minutes to seeing that asshat. Listing all the things in my head I deserve to punch him in the groin for.
It’s the only way to pass the time, as I’m not ready to simmer and douse these flames I have burning for that jerk. I start compiling a list with a lot of bones I have to pick. Starting with a major one! Betraying me with that skanky puta while claiming he loves me.
You’re Safe
“Alora, I believe that may be our escort. This is route ten.” The doctor nudges me lightly, snapping me out of my long weird daydream in which I bludgeoned Carmen to death with Colton’s running shoes, before handing them back to him and walking off into the sunset with a flip of my finger, and I sit upright startled to reality. Heart missing a beat and full on nerves smacking me in the stomach.
There’s a convoy of headlights heading our way in the now pitch-dark, long road, stretching ahead, dazzling us slightly as they approach, along what seems to be a long empty highway, lined with dense trees on either side of us. I hadn’t even noticed the change in terrain when we got off the dirt track and got onto an actual road. My insides tighten, tense, and painfully pray it is who it is.
I lift the veil and link him, in case we’re not at where they are yet, and this is someone I should be worried about. I don’t see any other vehicles on the road.
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