To be honest, he looks a little shellshocked and right now, I don’t really care. I have weeks of pent up heartbreak at this guy’s hands and I’m done being a push over. My life, in one night, went from awful, to completely rock bottom, end of the line, apocalypse, kind of bad. I have bigger headaches than him.
My emotions starts shredding and unraveling now that I let all of that out, chest hit with a heavy shunt, and suddenly I don’t’ feel so pent up and hostile anymore, instead I feel like maybe, I might actually cry. From rage and frustration to a sudden need to lie down and sob. Energy burning out from venting, and reality coming back full circle to remind me that I’ve lost everything.
I spin away from him to head on, then stop, shudder involuntarily as the overwhelming wave hits me at full speed and the tidal wave of tears come out of nowhere. I don’t even have a chance to try and combat it before it hits full throttle. Breaking and flinching as I lose control and they start to fall. Coughing on the woeful sound that escapes me and smothering my face with both hands to try and catch the waterfall as it pours from my eyes.
“Lorey, baby, don’t.” Colton catches me by the arm, tries to pull me towards him but I throw him off, putting too much force into shoving him away from me and sending him back stepping by about three feet. Startling him with my show of force as he raises his palms to show he won’t retaliate. Even breaking down like a feeble femme, there’s an internal burning rage that just isn’t ready to die.
“Don’t. I don’t need you touching me, consoling me. I just need you to leave me alone. All of you. I was fine on my own before, and I’ll be fine on my own again.” Not really accurate, but irrational, and hormonal, are not states to be argued with, and all I know is I need to get out of here and run. I need space. From him, them, this, my whole head mess of pain, at knowing from tonight onwards, nothing is going to be the same ever again.
I turn and head for the front door impulsively, not caring about anything else but getting solitude, the darkness invading the open space as I reach it, sending an internal shiver of terror down into my stomach. I peer out into the unknown, from a doorway I’ve never known and with the knowledge that creatures out there worse than us mean us harm. They could be anywhere, and I have no place to return too now either.
“No!” Colton yanks me back with force and I spin on him tearfully. “I’ll leave you alone, but you’re not leaving this house. It’s dangerous out there for all of us now, and I won’t let you go.” He pins me with a commanding look and a hostile tone, veiling a sliver of fear for my safety, but I throw it aside and cast of his emotions that are starting to flood me once more. I open my mouth to bark a refusal, but he hits me with a mental link and that dominant tone that instantly disables me.
You are not to leave this pack house without my say so, and you won’t argue! Stop it, now!
My head buzzes, both with rage and sheer frustration, as words catch in my throat and almost choke me instantaneously. I can’t get them out, his gift being misused to confine me to his home and stop my need to tell him what I think of his ‘commands’. Rendered mute because he forbade me to argue and the only words poised are one’s that tell him where to go. I instead throw my hands in the air, glaring furiously at him and then sucker punch him in the abs, out of intense frustration. He flinches, half smiling with a shocked response, total disbelief that I’m being this aggressive and a little apprehensive in how to react. I storm left, heading for the bathroom I just came from. Hating on him for being such a bossy asshole and exerting his powers over me when he has no god damn right.
Colton catches me by the elbow instantly, and yanks me to the right instead, heading for the stairs at a fast pace that signals he’s in no mode to argue about it. Forced by his strength. Not even letting me choose where I get to be alone and it riles me, that simmering fire in my belly back in a flash to push all tame aside and my inner demon shows face. I start fighting him, every inch of the way, by tugging, and squirming, and pushing him off, stabbing him with scathing pointed glares, refusing to relent. I pull his hand from my arm, getting madder when he grabs me by the other instead, a tighter, biting grip, that is meant to bring me back to heel. I twist it away, but to no avail as he shunts me from behind, then slides his arms around my body and continues to forcefully guide and push me where he wants me to go. It becomes a juvenile game of slapping, grabbing, shoving, tugging, and he gets me around the waist and lifts me from my feet before I ram an elbow straight in his face, crunching on the bridge of his nose and bruising my bone in the process.
“Fuck sakes, Lorey!” He snaps at me, losing his shit completely and halts as we hit the foot of the stair. Seriously emanating all kinds of rage at my refusal to be controlled and glares, hitting me with a full-on furious frown and sneer. He turns me snappily, hauls me towards him by the waist, bends and hoists me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
Not playing anymore; his anger radiating hotter than the sun, but it only heightens my own. Carrying me as I squirm and wriggle and kick out, using my nails on his back in a bid to make him drop me. He grips me tight and does the worst thing he can do in this moment. He uses his gift again, in a bid to get me to do as he wants, against my will.
Be still. Be quiet. Obey me!
I freeze, motionless, voiceless, all without choice and completely furious that he renders me immobile. My internal bubbling pot of ‘how the fuck dare you’ heightening to volcanic levels in the blink of an eye. Internally seething, that twice, in the space of a minute, he’s exerted his alpha tone over me and put me in my place like an obedient little lowlife. My body obeying him, my throat muting, and I honestly don’t think I have ever felt this much instant venom for anyone in my whole life.
It almost explodes inside of me, with the power to rip down these damned four walls. Like a kettle letting off steam after boiling to excessive popping abilities, and it fills my every pore and vein with a molten lava, straight from the depths of hell.
I loathe him, more than I ever thought I could hate anyone, and despite being bonded and imprinted to this arrogant asshole, I want to rip his god damn, fucking, stupid, dumbass, shitty, head, off his shoulders, and kick it down the stairs like a soccer ball.
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