Chapter 1 Chapter 1

Jason Pov I head back to my parent's home to have dinner with my family. It's been a month since I last stopped by to visit. I do somewhat miss being apart of the pack, but things have changed, I've changed. I'm not the guy I was a year ago. After I lost Ashley, this anger filled me. Every passing day when I was apart of the pack, I could feel myself growing angrier and angrier. I got tired of the fucking expectations. I got tired of the fucking whispers and pity in everyone's eyes when they looked at me, judging the person I've become. I knew if I didn't leave the pack I would've eventually snapped. I just wanted to be left alone. But because I'm an alpha and next in line to lead the pack, people expect me to be strong. They expect me to just easily push losing my mate to the side and continue to be this perfect guy and lead the pack next. Well fuck what everyone else wants and fuck leading a pack. I pull into the driveway and head into my parent's house. "Jason!" My little three-year-old sister Brianna runs over to me as I walk through the door. I smile, reaching down lifting her up. She wraps her small arms around my neck, placing a kiss on my cheek, hugging me. I may be angry and broken inside, but she has this special way of making me smile when I have nothing to smile about. She's also one of the reasons why I left the pack. After the first time she saw me stumble into the house drunk off my ass, I knew I had to leave. She sees me as her amazing big brother and I don't want to ruin her image of me by letting her see me this way. I don't need others to tell me I'm a mess for me to know. I know I've fallen apart and I don't care. "You look funny Jason." She giggles reaching up touching the little hairs covering my face. "You're just realizing he look funny? I always thought he was ugly as shit." I hear my brother Brandon's voice. I look over to see him making his way down the stairs grinning. "Bro you look like shit, you definitely need a haircut." He says stopping in front of me. I glare over at him, causing him to smirk. Unlike everyone else, Brandon never pity's me. He never judges the person I've become. With him, things never became awkward as they did with everyone else. Instead of looking at me with pity like everyone else does, he just continued to be the irritating brother he has always been. "You come home today Jason?" Brianna asks smiling. She asks me this every time I come to visit, and every time I have to watch her smile fade away when I tell her no. "No, not today," I say still holding her in my arms. I watch that contagious smile of hers slowly disappear. She let out a small sigh disappointed. "But I'll stay to read you a bedtime story this time as I promised," I say trying to wash her disappointment away. "Okay." She says smiling again. I sit her down and watch as she runs towards the dining room. I follow behind her with Brandon, making my way into the dining room, where mother is sitting the food out onto the table. She walks over giving me a hug and places a kiss on my cheek. She pulls away and lets out a small sigh, looking at me. I can see the pity in her eyes. I can see that she doesn't like the person I've become. But this is who I am now. I'm not that perfect son that she once had. "Please don't look at me like that mother." I slightly turn my head away from her, frowning a little. "I'm sorry baby, I just miss you that's all." She says, letting out another sigh. "Come, let's eat." She gives me a faint smile, before heading over to the table taking her seat. I take my seat at the table across from Brandon. I look over as my father makes his way into the dining room. He gives my shoulder a slight squeeze as he walks past, taking his seat at the head of the table. "You didn't come for dinner any last month. Is everything okay?" My mother asks once we start to eat. "Everything's fine." I let out a small sigh, knowing where this conversation will lead. The last time I visited she ask me to move back to the pack and I told her that I would think about it. But I prefer living amongst the humans. With the humans, I don't have to worry about the pity, judgment, and expectations. To them, I'm just some guy. "Have you thought about coming back to the pack?" She asks. I shake my head a little. "I prefer to stay where I am for now." I don't feel like I'm a pack wolf anymore. I like to keep to myself these days. "It's been a year now. It's about time that you start getting over this Jason." My father says looking over at me. I can see the way he looks at me now. He no longer has that proud look in his eyes when he looks at me. I'm no longer the perfect son that his friends compliment him about or the son he gets to brag about to his alpha friends. And I honestly don't fucking care. "Exactly what is it that I need to start getting over father?" I glare over at him. I'm tired of people telling me what the fuck I need to do. They need to mind their fucking business and stay out of mines. He let out a low growl not liking the glare I'm giving him. "You need to accept that Ashley is gone. You have had your time to grieve, now it's about time you get yourself together. You have a duty to the pack." I slam my silverware onto my plate. "Don't speak about things you know nothing about father! Yeah, it's easy for you to say get over it when you get to come home to mother every day! This is who I am now! It's not my duty to lead the pack! Brandon is just as capable as I am of lead this pack, so stop expecting things out of me! Can everyone just leave me alone!" I let out a deep growl, glaring at him pissed. I'm tired of everyone expecting things out of me. My wolf pushes forward and my breathing picks up as my teeth and claws start to elongate, challenging him. I've changed, I'm not the person I use to be and I'm fucking tired of them expecting me to be their golden boy! They need to understand that I'm not that person anymore. I don't want to lead a pack. I don't want to do anything. My father slowly stands to his full height of 6'7, letting his dominance pour from him. "Do we need to take this outside?" His words come out calm, but I can feel the power behind them. I glare at him for a few seconds longer, before lowering my eyes, knowing this won't end well for me. "This is not who you are! You're not some pathetic wolf who drowns himself in alcohol to escape reality! Reality is that Ashley is gone and you need to accept it and get yourself together!" I let out another growl, trying to decide if the beating I'll receive for father is worth it or not. My mother reaches over gently rubbing my arm to get me to calm down. I glance over at Brianna seeing her watching me. I take in a deep breath, pushing my wolf back. My black claws start to change back, slowly retreat back into their nail beds. My father glare at me for a second longer, before taking his seat back at the table. Nothing more was said about that as we ate dinner, but I think they got the message and understand that I just want to be left alone. After dinner, I head outside into the cool night and take a seat on the stairs. I look up at the night sky filled with stars and let out a sigh. I miss Ashley so much. The only thing I have now is memories of her. When Ashley died a part of me died with her. My happiness died with her. Without her, I don't have much to be happy about. She was my happiness. She was my everything. Now I just feel angry all the time. I look back at Brandon as he comes out of the house. "For a second I thought father was about to give you a good old fashion ass whooping." He laughs, taking a seat next to me on the stairs. "Fuck off Brandon, before I give you a good old fashion ass whooping." I glare over at him, leaning back on my elbows looking back up at the night sky. "You know, I never imagined that you'll become a rogue one day. Technically I suppose to be ripping you apart right now for being on our land." I can hear the amusement in his voice. "I'm not a rogue." I shake my head a little, trying to ignore him. I'm really not in the mood for his fucking jokes. "You're not apart of a pack so that makes you a rogue, or do you think you're all fancy and shit, so you call yourself a lone wolf?" He asks laughing. "Keep it up Brandon, you're asking for a beating." I let out a low growl, glaring over at him. He throws his hands up in surrender. "Fine, but seriously though, we all miss you being here. Do you really prefer to live amongst the humans?" All the amusement gone from his voice now. I let out a sigh. "It's better than being here with all the judging eyes." All I get here is pity and people judging the person I've become. "What about the pack? You're supposed to take over soon." He says. I shrug a little. "I don't want the pack. Father will have to pass it down to you." I say looking over at him. I'm not interested in leading a pack. I'm not really interested in much of anything these days. The only thing I'm interested in is finding the person who's responsible for Ashley's death. Brandon let out a sigh, shaking his head a little. "Things weren't supposed to be this way." I look back, hearing the front door open. "Brianna is asking for you, Jason." Mother tells me, before heading back inside. I give her a nod, before looking back over at Brandon. "Well, things change little brother." I stand up, giving his shoulder a light squeeze, before heading inside to read Brianna her bedtime story. Brandon will have to lead the pack next because I'm not. Once Brianna falls asleep in the middle of the bedtime story, I leave heading back into the city. I stop at this liquor store and head inside, going over grabbing a couple of bottles of Remy Martin, then take them to the front and pay for it. I leave out the store and make my way back over to my car. "Let me go!" I hear this female voice scream out. I look over across the street to see a guy with a black ski mask, pulling this female into the alley as she struggles to get away. I frown for a second, before looking away, getting into my car. This has nothing to do with me. These humans can deal with their own problems. "Stop! Let me go!" I hear the female scream out again. I grip the steering wheel, as clench my jaws down. "Just go, This has nothing to do with you," I say to myself, not wanting to get involved in these humans business. I grab my keys starting the car up. "Help! Someone help me!" She screams out again. "Fuck!" I growl out, getting back out of the car. I look over to see the female on the ground not moving, with the guy on top of her. "Just leave, this has nothing to do with you," I tell myself again. I watch the guy rip the female shirt open. I let out a low growl and start to make my way over to the alley. The guy looks up at me, walking into the alley. He gets up off the female, who's laying on the ground motionless. "Don't try to be a fucking hero." The guy takes a knife out, pointing it at me as I continue to make my way over to him. Once I get close to him, he swings the knife at me. I catch his wrist, snapping it, causing him to drop the knife. He yells out in pain, dropping down to his knees, holding his wrist. I reach out pulling the mask off, so I can see his face. "Pl-please don't kill me." He looks up at me with pleading eyes. I can smell his fear in the air. "Go!" I growl out, glaring down at him. He quickly gets up, taking off. I walk over to the female unconscious body, she looks pretty roughed up. I look at her face, seeing a fresh red bruise on the side of her face. I look at her ripped shirt, knowing she'll probably freeze to death if I leave her unconscious on the ground. It's late fall and it's starting to get pretty cold at night. I let out a sigh and lean down, lifting her up into my arms. I take her over to my car, laying her on the back seat. Once I get to my condo building, I drive down to the parking garage and head into the elevator, carrying the unconscious female, going up to my floor. I walk into my condo and take the female into the spare room, laying her on the bed. I look down at her for a second, before leaving the room. I grab one of the bottles of Remy Martin and head into the living room, taking a seat on the couch. I twist the cap off and bring the bottle to my mouth, taking a gulp of the liquid poison that has become my best friend. I close my eyes enjoying the burning sensation as the liquid makes it way down my throat, knowing soon it'll wash away all the pain and anger. I'm going to find the person responsible for killing you Ashley, no matter how long it takes me. They're going to pay for what they did.

Chapter 2 Chapter 2

Jason Pov The next morning I wake up on the living room couch like I do every morning. I don't like sleeping in a bed anymore. It doesn't feel the same not having Ashley next to me. I slowly sit up, seeing the empty liquor bottle laying on the table in front of me. I let out a sigh and grab the empty bottle off the table and head into the kitchen to have something to eat. I throw the empty bottle in the trash and head over to the refrigerator, grabbing some leftover Chinese takeout. I warm the food up, before taking a seat on one of the chairs at the counter in the center of the kitchen. As I eat, I frown seeing that human female comes around the corner, swinging a fire poker at me. I forgot she was here. "You fucking sick bastard!!" She yells, swings the fire poker at me again. "What the fuck is wrong with you, you crazy?!" I quickly get up from the chair, dodging the poker. "I'll show you crazy! You fucking rapist! What did you do to me!!? You can't get any pussy so you go around raping women!!?" She yells, coming after me with the fire poker, swinging it, breaking shit. My frown deepens, seeing that She thinks I'm the one who attacked her last night. She may be somewhat attractive, but I don't do humans. She continues to come after me with the fire poker, breaking the glass on the cupboards doors, trying to hit me. Quickly growing tired of this, I reach out catching the end of the poker as she swings it again. "I'm not the one who fucking attacked you last night." I yank the fire poker from her hands, glaring at her. Ignoring what I just said, she goes to grab one of the knives out the holder. I move to her before she gets a chance to grab the knife. I grab her, pinning her arms above her head, against the wall as she struggles to get free. I let out a low growl. "I didn't fucking attack you! The guy that attacked you was nowhere as big as me." My words come out through clenched teeth. She stops struggling and looks up at me, seeing how much taller I am than the guy that attacked her. "Let me go." She glares at me, but she seems to be much calmer now. I slowly let her hands go and look over at the mess she made. I frown as I walk over and start to clean up the broken glass. See this is why I should've just minded my fucking business and left. I don't have time for other people's shit. "What happened? How did I get here?" She glare over at me, closing her ripped shirt, hiding her exposed stomach and black bra. She folds her arms across her chest to keep her shirt close since all the buttons are now missing. "I stop the guy that attacked you and brought you here so you wouldn't freeze to death in that alleyway, but maybe I should've just went on by my business and saved me this trouble." I glare back at her, continuing to pick up the pieces of glass. "Well excuse me for not coming in here and politely asking if you're the guy who attacked me. What the hell did you expect me to think after waking up in a stranger's home? For all I know you could've been the guy that attacked me and brought me here, kidnaping me." She continues to glare at me, watching me closely as I clean up the glass. Maybe she still believes I'm the guy who attacked her. "Well next time I'll be sure to leave you be and let that guy have his way with you." I grab the broom and sweep the rest of the little pieces of glass onto the dustpan, dumping them into the trash. "Go fuck yourself. Just give me my thing and I'll be on my way." She says. "What things?" I ask, not knowing what she's talking about. "I was carrying a bag and a suitcase when that guy attacked me." She says frowning a little. "I didn't get a suitcase or a bag." I walk back over, taking my seat back on the chair and start to eat again. Maybe there was a bag and suitcase laying on the ground somewhere. I didn't bother to look. "Where am I?" She asks, standing there frowning, watching me eat. "The other side of the city, about two and a half hours from where I found you," I tell her. "Can you take me back so I can get my things?" I look over at her, really taking in her appearance. Her clothes are a bit dirty for being roughed up by that guy. I look at her face, looking at the dark red bruise on her cheek. She may look a bit rough, but she's okay. "Your legs seem to be working just fine, walk." I go back to eating, trying to signal for her to leave. "Asshole." Her words come out low. If it wasn't for my heightened hearing I probably wouldn't have heard her. She walks away leaving. Once I hear the door open and close, I let out a small sigh. Next time I'll be sure to mind my own business and let the humans deal with their own fucking problems. Once I finish eating, I walk into my room and grab the folder off the dresser. I lay all the files and pictures of Ashley's death on the bed. I've looked at these papers over a thousand times. Why would someone do this to her? She never did anything to anyone. Ashley's best friend Brenda was with her when she was killed, but the killer didn't kill Brenda, just knocked her unconscious. The guy was clearly only after Ashley. The need for answers is fucking killing me. I need to know why he did this and before I kill him I will get the fucking answers from him. I frown, looking down at the files on the bed. Did Ashley get herself into something I don't know about? Did someone in her old pack have something against her? Maybe it was something I've done to piss someone off, but who? I know I can be a cocky ass at times, but I don't recall pissing someone off enough to do this. I thought the alpha son Max from the black moon pack had something to do with it. I've had an altercation with him, that lead to me almost killing him, but he said he had nothing to do with Ashley being killed. Lying is a weak emotion and alphas never display weak emotions. I may not like the guy, but he doesn't strike me as a weak alpha male who will hide behind lies, so I believed him when he said he had nothing to do with it. Plus nothing lead to him or their pack. I let out a growl, reading the way Ashely was killed. The guy sliced through her spine, temporarily paralyzing her, so she couldn't run, then he ripped her heart out. I tracked the guy scent, but I was lead to a dead end when I got to the ocean. That fucking mutt knew I would come looking for him, so he took to the water in a boat or something like the fucking coward he is, to stop me from tracking his scent on land. Every time I look over this I'm always left with nothing. Every new clew I get always leads to a dead end. Maybe I need a fresh pair of eyes to look at this. Maybe I'm missing something. I put the papers back into the folder, then give my friend Luke a call to let him know I'll be stopping by. Maybe he can find something that I'm missing. I get dressed and leave out the condo, taking the elevator down to the parking garage. I walk over to my car, getting in, sitting the folder on the passenger seat. Driving down the road, I see that human female walking. I drive past her, then look into the rearview mirror at her walk, clearly not knowing where she's going. I let out a sigh and stop the car, turning around. I slow down next to her, letting my window down, feeling a cool breeze blow into the car. "Get in, I'll take you back to the other side of the city." She glare over at me, holding her rip shirt close as the wind slightly blow. "I don't need your help." She looks away and continues to walk. I can see that she's cold. "It's two hours away driving, so you'll probably be walking much longer. Plus you're walking the wrong way. I'm not going to beg you, so do you want the damn ride or not?" I brought her to this side of the city so I'll take her back. But if she doesn't want the damn ride, then she can walk in the cold for all I care. She stops and glares over at me for a second, before making her way over to the car. I grab the folder off the seat and sit it on the dashboard and turn on the heat as she gets into the car, not saying anything. She repositions her rip shirt, then folds her arms across her chest again to keep it close. I drive in silence, heading to the other side of the city to drop her off. I glance over at her, seeing the bruise on the side of her face. "You shouldn't be walking the streets alone at that time of night.""I can take care of myself." She rolls her eyes not looking over at me. "You sure took care of yourself last night." I look back over at the road. If I wasn't there she'll probably be laying in that alley dead right now. "Can you please just drive." She glare over at me, before looking out the window. I don't say anything else, really not caring. Once I get to the other side of the city, I pull over near the alley. She gets out, looking around as She starts to walk down the alley still looking. A deep frown appear on her face, then she let out a sigh dropping her head. She moves over, sliding down the wall, disappearing beside the dumpster. I'm Unable to see her, but I can still hear the low sobs coming from her. What the hell is wrong with her? I frown a little and get out the car, making my way down the alley. I stop when I see her squatting down next to the dumpster crying. She looks up at me. "Why are you still here?" She turns her head, trying to hide her tears, wiping them away. "Why are you crying?" I frown down at her. "I'm not crying, just leave me alone and go." She continues to wipe her tears, not looking at me. "Do you need a ride home?" A part of me doesn't want to leave her here like this. But another part of me is telling me to go, this is none of my business. And that part of me is right. This is none of my business, so why did I even bother getting out of the car. She shakes her head. "I don't have a home to go to. I just arrived here on the bus last night when I was attacked. My bag and suitcase are gone, so now I don't have clothes or money to pay for my hotel." She sniffs a little, standing up. I look around for the bag and suitcase she's talking about. Maybe some homeless person picked it up. I look at her for a second. I don't know her at all, but I can see that she has problems in her life. Problems that I don't need. I let out a sigh, running my fingers through my hair, knowing this is probably a bad idea. "You can use the spare room at my place if you want until you figure something out," I tell her. She frowns a little, looking up at me with red puffy eyes. "I don't know you. You can be crazy or a rapist." She says. "Take the offer or not, it makes no difference for me." I walk off heading back to the car. A part of me hopes she doesn't take the offer to save me any other problems. I have enough fucking problems of my own. Once I get back into the car, I see her slowly making her way over, getting back into the passenger side, still wiping at her tears. "I won't be staying there long, just until I find a job." She says as I drive off, heading back to my condo. Once we make it back to my condo, I let out a sigh, walking inside. "If you're going to be staying here, then I have two rules. Stay out my way and stay out of my business." I walk over grabbing the extra key out the tray and hand it to her. I look at her, looking at her dirty ripped clothes. I go into my wallet and grab my card, handing it to her. She frowns looking at the card in my hand. "I don't want your money." She looks at the card in my hand not taking it. "You may not want it, but you definitely need it. Unless you plan on wearing that to job interviews." I look at her dirty clothes, holding the card out again for her to take. "Don't look at me like I'm some charity case." She glares at me, taking the card from my hand. "I'll pay you back." She says. "Whatever, you know where your room is." I look around for a second, before leaving back out the door to go see Luke. It shouldn't be too hard for her to find a job, so she won't be here too long.

Chapter 3 Chapter 3

Kimberly Pov I don't say anything as I watch him leave out the door. I let out a sigh, looking down at my dirty ripped clothes. Why does one bad thing after another keep happening to me? It seems like trouble finds me wherever I go. I came here to get away from my psycho ex, only to run into more trouble ten minutes after arriving in this city. Now I'm staying with a complete stranger. It was either that or live on the streets until I figured something out. I don't know anything about this guy. For all I know he could be a damn psycho too. It's hard to get a read on him with the I don't care attitude he has. Being a psychology major, I start to look around the nice condo, trying to find something that will tell me anything about this guy. It's clear that this guy has money from his nice car and this nice place. But if I saw him on the streets somewhere, I probably wouldn't think he was rich from his rough looks. I start to walk around the condo, wondering who this guy is. There's nothing laying around. No pictures or anything. I don't even know this guy's name. I stop at this door that I'm guessing is his room and twist the knob, but stop when I remember what he said. Stay out his way and stay out of his business. I think about it for a second, trying to decide if I should search his room to see who he is. After a minute or so, I let the knob go, not wanting to cause problems. Whoever he is, he was nice enough to let me stay here, so the least I can do is respect his rules. I just need to find a job so I can pay for a hotel until I'm able to rent a cheap apartment. I look at the credit card in my hand, not wanting this guy's money, but he's right, I may not want it but I do need it right now. I'm hoping he's not some sicko who expects me to pay him back with sex. I take my phone out and look up the taxi number for this city. After calling the taxi I head out front to wait. When the taxi pulls up I get in and tell the guy to take me downtown to the clothing store. I look out the window as the guy drive, trying to memorize the streets so I can know how to get around this city. I let out a sigh, resting the side of my head up against the window, hoping things will get better for me. I just want things to go back to the way they were before I started dating that fucking psycho. Once we get downtown the driver pulls over and hands me the credit card reader. I swipe the guy's card paying for the ride. I get out of the taxi and look around at all the people walking. I can feel my paranoia starting to bubble up in the pit of my stomach. I don't know how, but my psycho ex has managed to find me twice already. Maybe he got someone following me and telling him where I'm at. I don't know, but now I get paranoid around crowds, thinking that someone is watching me or he's around the corner somewhere. I let out a sigh. Everything was fine just a few months ago until I started dating Monty the fucking psycho. He seemed like a really good guy at first, but after about a month of us dating, he starts to get jealous when I would hang out with my guy friends. At first, I thought it was kinda cute, but it started to get worse with him thinking my best friend Charlie had feelings for me, so after a while, I broke up with him. But his psycho mind leads him to believe that I broke up with him to be with Charlie. He beat Charlie up, telling him to stay away from me. I honestly didn't think people were really psycho stalkers. I thought things like that only happened in the crazy lifetime movies I watch, but I guess I was wrong. The psycho ones really do start off all nice and sweet, then boom, the crazy comes out. I thought getting a restraining order on Monty would solve everything, but he would still show up at my job, waiting in the parking lot for me to get off. He would corner me in the parking lot, grabbing me, trying to force me to talk to him. After he continued to break the restraining order every day, I reported it to the police, hoping they would lock him away or get him some help because he clearly needs it, but nothing ever happened. He started to really scare me and I started to fear for my life. First I moved in with a friend, but he found me there, so I did the only thing I could and packed up and completely left. Things went back to normal for me, spending my timing working and going to school. After a month and a half passed, he popped up at my job out the blue, pissed that I left. He was grabbing me by my arms and hair, slapping me around. He was saying crazy things like if he can't have me then no one will. I managed to get away and When I got to my apartment, I quickly packed my bags and took the first bus out that city, and that's how I ended up where I am now. I look around for a second longer before I start to make my way down the sidewalk, heading towards the clothing store. I walk into the store and start to look around. I'm not going to buy much, just enough to get me through a week or two, until I find a job and buy more clothes once I get paid. After I get the clothes I need, I take them to the front paying for them. I take my bags and head over to one of the changing room and change out the dirty, ripped clothes that I'm wearing, before leaving the store, heading to another to get a few other things that I'll need. Once I get everything I need, I leave out the last store, looking around at all the people, checking again to see if anyone's watching me. I take in a slow deep breath, slowly exhaling, trying to push the paranoia away. Telling myself that no one is watching me. I'm starting to feel like a crazy person. I spot a taxi parked on the side of the street with its taxi light at the top on, letting me know it's empty. I make my way over to the taxi. "Can you take me?" I ask the driver, sitting in the car. He looks over at me, giving me a nod. He pops the trunk, before getting out, taking the bags for my hand, placing them into the trunk. "Where to?" The driver asks, getting back into the car. "Can you take me to curry condos." I give him the name of the condo building that the guy is staying in. As he starts to drive, I look out the window, taking in the city. This seems to be a really busy part of the city. The streets are full of people walking. Some of them seem to be shopping as they carry bags, and others seem to be heading to work, wearing their fancy suits and carrying briefcases, living a normal life. Just a few months ago I was living a normal life, but now I'm living in fear of my psycho ex. Things haven't felt normal for me for a while now. Once we get to the condo building, I head inside with my bags. I look around the nice lobby. I could never afford to live in a place like this. I doubt if I could even live on this side of the city, everything is so nice. I wonder what this guy does for a living to be able to afford the nice things he has. I head into the elevator, going up to his place. I walk in and look around to see that he hasn't returned yet. I head into the spare room I'll be using and sit all the bags down, then start to unpack all the bags, putting the clothes into the dresser. Once I finish I take a seat on the bed and let out a sigh. I doubt things could get any worse for me. Hearing my stomach growl, I realize I haven't had anything to eat all day. I leave the room and head into the kitchen, looking around at the damage I did with that fire poker earlier. I thought he was the guy who attacked me. The last thing I remembered was getting attacked, then suddenly I'm waking up in a strange place. Hundreds of thoughts were rushing through my head when I woke up here. I thought that maybe the guy who attacked me had raped and now kidnap me when I saw that my shirt had been ripped open. Then I start to think that maybe the guy was kidnaping me for Monty. So I found the fire pokers and came in here swinging like a crazy woman. But I guess I was wrong. I walk over opening the refrigerator after my stomach growl again. I may not know anything about this guy, but from looking into the refrigerator I can see that he really likes his meat. It's loaded with different sausages, bacon, steaks, etc... I grab the ham out of the refrigerator to make a simple sandwich. He allowed me to stay here, so I'm sure he won't mind me eating a little of his food. Once I finish making the sandwich, I put everything back where I got them from and take a seat on one of the stools and start to eat.

Chapter 4 Chapter 4

Jason Pov Once I get to Luke's pack, I pull into the driveway of their packhouse. I grab the folder off the dashboard, before getting out the car. "He's inside in his office, I'll show you the way." Luke's beta Ned tells me. I give him a nod and head inside, following him through their packhouse. As I walk into the office, Luke looks over at me and smiles, standing up from behind the desk he's sitting at. "What's up bro, how have you been?" Luke says walking over, giving me one of those bro hugs. "I see you're into the rough look these days." He smirks, looking at my uncut hair. I shake my head a little, letting out a low chuckle. "I've been good," I say, But honestly, I haven't been good, I've been far for good. For a year now, I've been obsessing with finding this guy to find out why he did this to Ashley, and I'm not going to stop until I do so. "What about you, how have you been?" I ask. "Just been busy running the pack every since my father passed it down to me earlier this year." He walks back over, taking his seat back behind the desk as I take a seat in one of the chairs in front of the desk. "I was meaning to stop by your place, but I've been really busy. I didn't realize leading a pack was so time-consuming. This paperwork is a pain in the ass. I think my father left all this damn paperwork for me to do on purpose as a joke." He frowns, leaning back in the chair. Luke and I have been really good friends since high school. We went to a special high school for alpha males. In a school full of aggressive alpha males there were always fights. Luke and I always had each other backs. His fights became mines and my fights became his. Everyone knew if they fought one of us, they would have to fight us both. "When do you plan on taking over as alpha?" He asks with a raised brow. "I'm not." I shrug a little. "I'm not interested in leading a pack anymore. Brandon will become alpha." Becoming alpha was always something Luke and I talked about and looked forward to, but things are different for me now. He gives me a small nod. "I know I can't begin to understand the way you must feel after losing Ashley, but I'm sure I'll feel the same way if I lost Haley." Luke don't look at me with pity, just understanding. "What's that?" He asks looking at the folder in my hand. "It's all the information about Ashley's death. Whenever you get a chance I want you to take a look at it and see if you can find something I'm missing." I hand the folder over to him. He gives me a nod taking the folder out my hand. I look over as the door open and watch as Luke's cousin Tiffany and another female walk into the room. "I need your car keys, Luke," Tiffany says walking over. "Why can't you take your own car?" Luke asked with a slight frown. "Something's wrong with it. You know, it would be very nice of you if you bought me a new one for my birthday next month." Tiffany smile innocently. Luke goes into his pocket, grabbing his keys. "Where are you headed?" He asks, handing her his keys. "We're heading into the city to do some shopping." She takes the key from Luke smiling. "Thanks." She says before making her way back towards the door. "Bye Jason." The female gives me a smile, blushing slightly, before following Tiffany out the room. "Looks like Emma is digging your new rough look, maybe you should look into that." Luke smirk over at me. "I'm not interested in her." I haven't been with anyone since Ashley died, and I'm not interested in being with anyone. "You're my best friend, I know you almost as well as I know myself. I can see that you're tensed and angry. You don't have to be interested in her emotionally, just hang out and let her help you release some of your tension. She's yet to find her mate, so I'm sure she's really just interested in the sex also." Maybe he's right. Maybe it would help me to relax a bit. "I'll think about it." I give him a nod, but I doubt if I'll sleep with her. I just haven't been into sex since it's not with Ashley. I see Luke's eyes zone out into the distance for a second, letting me know he's mind linking with someone. "I'll also help you release some of this built-up anger." He stands up heading towards the door. I follow him out of the packhouse, heading towards the edge of the forest. I look over to see some of Luke's guys, bringing over four guys in silver cuffs. "A couple of days ago a group of rogues attacked us. I got ten of them locked away for questioning. I was planning to kill them all next week, but I'll let you have the pleasure of helping me kill a few of them now." Luke's guys take the silver cuffs off the rogues. I feel my wolf push forward at the thought of spilling blood. I sized the rogues up. They're bulky, so they should put up a little bit of a fight. "I'm going to make you mutts a deal. If you can get off my land you're free to go and no one will come after you." The rogues looked at each other for a second as the rub the burns on their wrist from the silver cuffs, before shifting and quickly take off into the forest, heading for the border of Luke's land. The second they take off into the forest my wolf start to fight to come out and chase down its prey. "You can stay here and let me take care of this," I tell Luke as I start to strip down, glaring into the forest at the rogues, quickly disappearing through the thick trees. Luke let out a low chuckle. "And let you have all the fun? You wish." He starts to strip down, shifting into his huge brown and black wolf, taking off into the forest. I shift into my huge dirty grey wolf and take off into the forest behind Luke. I head west, leaving Luke as he keeps straight. I move through the forest quickly, dodging the blurs of trees, following the scent of one of the rogues. My mouth starts to water with the need to taste blood. Maybe this is how those bloodsuckers feel. I never felt such a strong need for the taste of blood. I let out a deep growl, seeing one of the rogues in the distance. I push my legs to go faster, quickly starting to close the distance. Once he realized he's not getting away, he stops and takes a fight stance. I crash into him at full speed, taking him to the ground. I start to sink my teeth into him, ripping away chunks of meat. He tries to fight back, but it's useless. I get to his neck, sinking my teeth into his throat. I let his blood fill my mouth, before ripping his throat out, satisfying my lust for blood. I take off again through the forest, going after another rogue, following his scent. Once I finally get to him, I waste no time as I start to violently rip him apart. I continue to rip at him even after he's dead. "He's dead bro." I look over to see Luke standing there covered in blood, watching me. I shift back covered in blood, breathing heavily. I let out loud roar filled with pain and anger, dropping down to my hands and knees. "Why!?" I growl out, punching the ground. "Why did they fucking take her away from me!" I let out another roar, my eyes start to water with tears. All I want to know is why. Luke kneels down next to me placing his hand on my shoulder. "It's okay Jason, let it out. I know people expect you to be strong just because you're an alpha, but us alphas have feelings too. We hurt just like anyone else. It's okay, you don't have to keep everything balled up inside." He gives my shoulder a squeeze as I roar out, punching the ground again. I continue to roar out, punching the ground, releasing all the built-up anger and pain that I've been holding in all this time. Luke stays kneeled next to me, squeezing my shoulder, telling me it's okay. An alpha male never supposes to show weakness, especially not in front of another alpha male. If any other alpha male saw me now they would look at me as weak, but not Luke. Our friendship goes pass us being alphas. He's like a brother to me. I take in slow deep breaths as my breathing starts to even back out. I slowly stand back to my feet, feeling a little better. I needed to release some of this anger that I have balled up inside. And instead of Luke showing me pity, he showed me support and understanding and I thank him for that. "I have six more rogues locked away, so whenever you need to release some of your anger you know where to come." He gives my shoulder another squeeze, looking over at the ripped apart rogue. "You really fucked this guy up." He says letting out a low chuckle. After hanging out with Luke for a while, I leave and head back to my place. Once I get to my condo building, I drive down to the parking garage and take the elevator up to my floor. I walk into my place to see the female sitting on the couch watching tv. I glance over at the clock to see that it's 11:02 pm. I walk over placing my keys on the tray that's sitting on the table, before heading into the kitchen grabbing a bottle of the Remy Martin out the cupboard. I make my way back into the living room, taking a seat on the couch. I glance over at her sitting at the other end of the couch watching tv. She looks at me for a second, before looking back over at the tv, not saying anything. I twisting the cap off the bottle, looking at the bottle in my hand and let out a small sigh. I wish the effects of this lasted longer than what it does. My body burns off the effects of the liquor much faster than a human's body. I look over at the tv screen, taking a big gulp of the liquor, trying to numb away everything.

Chapter 5 Chapter 5

Kimberly Pov I hear the alarm on my phone go off, waking me up. I groan a little as reaching over grabbing my phone, turning the alarm off. I rub my eyes, slowly sit up, looking around the big room. It feels strange being here. I've never stayed in such a nice place like this......with a complete stranger. I toss the covers off, getting out of bed, and slide on some shorts. I grab the guy's credit card off the bedside table and leave the room. Leaving the room I head into the living room to find the guy still on the couch asleep. I look over to see an empty bottle laying on the table and frown a little, remembering him opening the bottle last night. That's not a small bottle, but he managed to drink it all. I hope I'm not living with a violent drunk. My eyes go back to him laying there on the couch. I slide his card into my pocket, deciding that I'll give it to him once he's up. I look at him for a second longer, before walking off, heading into the kitchen to have something to eat before I leave to find a job. I walk over opening the refrigerator, looking at the food. I guess I can cook him breakfast to thank him for allowing me to stay here. If it wasn't for him I'll probably be living on the streets right now. I take out the sausages, eggs, and the pancake mix. Maybe I can carry my weight around here by cooking and doing laundry or something until I leave, so I won't feel like a complete freeloader, I think to myself, starting to look through the cupboards, finding the cookware. As I cook I think about everything. I'm sure Monty is looking for me right now. That fucking psycho seems to not understand that I don't want to be with him. I stop stirring the pancake mix as I start to panic a little. What if Monty manages to find me again, staying here with this guy. Monty may try to hurt this guy or worse. I don't want to get this guy involved in this. I take in a slow deep breath, trying to push away the panic. Last time it took Monty nearly two months to find me. I won't be staying here too long. I won't let this guy get hurt because of me. Maybe it's just my paranoia that got me overthinking everything. The first time I left, I told a few of my close friends that I was leaving and where to. Maybe Monty managed to get the information for one of them and that's how he was able to find me. But this time I didn't tell anyone I was leaving. I Just packed up and left as soon as I got back to my apartment. So maybe I have nothing to worry about. I let out a sigh, starting to stir the mix again. This is no way to live. Always worrying. Always looking over your shoulder in fear. I'm letting this fucking psycho ruin my life. His words keep playing in my head. ' If I can't have you then no one will .' I'm afraid that he'll end up killing me and I don't know what to do other than drop everything in my life and run like I've been doing. I just hope he gives up on finding me and go take his crazy ass to some other unlucky girl. No girl deserves to live in fear, but I rather it be someone else dealing with him than me. I start to pour some of the pancake mixes into the pan. He's a pretty big guy, so I'm sure he'll need more than one. Once I've cooked all the food, I look over as he walks into the kitchen, going over to the refrigerator, grabbing a bottle of water, not looking over at me. "I...I cooked if you want any." He looks over at the food, then gives me a slight nod, taking a sip from the water bottle as he takes a seat on one of the stools at the counter. I walk over grabbing two plates and two glasses out the cupboard and start to fill the plates with the pancakes, eggs, and sausages. I sit his plate in front of him, while he's busy attending to his phone in his hand. I walk over grabbing the carton of orange juice out the refrigerator, before taking the seat across from him. I start to eat, glancing over at him, trying to get a read on this guy. He seems like a normal guy, but you can never really tell when you dealing with a psycho. I had to learn the hard way. My eyes go over to his phone when he lay it down next to his plate. I see a picture of him and a girl on the front screen, causing me to frown a little. He looks different in that picture. He doesn't look rough like he does now. Is that girl on the picture with him his girlfriend? Will she be okay with me staying here with him? I don't want to cause problems. Lord knows I have enough of them already. I look away from his phone, remembering his rule to stay out of his business. He picks up his fork and put a bite of the eggs and pancakes into his mouth. He chews a few times, before looking down at the food with a raised brow. "What? You don't like it?" I ask frowning a little. He shakes his head a little. "No, it's actually pretty good." He looks over at me as he put another bite of food into his mouth. "What's your name?" He asks. "K-Kimberly." I tell him after swallowing the food in my mouth. I look into his eyes, realizing he has nice hazel brown eyes. "I'm Jason." He says, before looking back down at his plate. "Thank you for letting me stay here." I'm lucky he let me stay here after trying to bash his head in with that fire poker. He gives me a slight nod and continues to eat, not looking over at me. As we eat in silences, I glance over at him every now and then, he's a handsome guy, just have a rough look to him. Other than knowing his name is Jason now, I still have no clue who this guy is. He doesn't seem to be much of a talker. He seems like a person that you rarely see smile because he's always serious. As we sit here, I feel this awkward silences in the air, but he seem to be comfortable with the silence, only paying attention to the food in front of him as if I wasn't sitting across from him. Maybe him not being a big talker is a good thing, because I don't really have much to talk about, and I'll like to keep that my psycho ex being after me to myself. His phone light up and he reach over swiping his phone with his index finger. He glances over at me, before grabbing his phone, causing me to look away, not wanting to be caught being nosy. Seconds later I hear his silverware moving against his plate again. I go into my pocket and grab the credit card. "Thank you. I hope you don't mind that I also bought a bus pass. I'm going to pay it all back." I slide the card over to him. I need a way to get around and I don't have money to pay for a taxi, so I bought a bus pass. It's only good for three weeks, but I should have a job by then, so I'll be able to buy another one myself. "Okay." Was all he said, picking up the water bottle, taking a sip. He's probably really rich, so he could care less about the money I spent, but I'm still going to pay it all back. "Bro!" Someone says, walking through the front door, closing it behind them with a bang, causing me to slightly jump. I look over at Jason still eating like he didn't hear someone. "Bro why does it smell like an huma-" This guy stops talking as he walks into the kitchen. His eyes land on me, before looking over at Jason eating. I take in the guy appearance. He looks like Jason minus the roughness. Jason looks over at the guy, before starting to eat again. A smirk creeps onto the guy's face as he looks over at me again. "Jason Jason Jason, you sly dog you." He smirks, walking pass Jason, giving his shoulder a light squeeze, before taking a seat on the countertop next to the microwave. Jason let out a small sigh of irritation, shaking his head a little. I glance over at the guy seeing him watching me. I continue to eat, trying to ignore his staring, starting to feel uncomfortable under his gaze. I had just gotten comfortable with the silence between Jason and me, but now that this guy is in the room the awkward silence has returned. I glance over at Jason still who's still eating. He still seems to be comfortable with the silence. I can feel the guy's eyes watching me. I'm sure someone told him before that it's rude to just stare. "What?" I ask frowning a little, looking over at him with a raised brow. He smiles, shaking his head a little. "Nothing. I'm Brandon, Jason's brother. Are you two, you know?" He makes a circle with one of his hands, then pushes his finger back and forth through the circle, smirking. He catches me by surprise with that question, causing me to choke on the orange juice as I take a sip. "Shut up Brandon." Jason glancing over at me as I cough a little. They may be brothers, but they seem to be complete opposites of each other. I can see that Jason is the serious one out of the two. While Jason has this rough look, Brandon's neatly dressed in his designer ripped jeans and shirt. Jason also has on expensive clothes, but I don't get the rich guy vibe by just looking at him like I do with Brandon. Brandon let out a low chuckle, continuing to watch me. "Um, I guess I'll get ready and leave to find a job," I say feeling uncomfortable in the room with two strangers. Jason gives me a small nod. I stand up, grabbing my plate and dump the rest of the food in the trash, before sitting the plate in the sink. I'll wash it later. I walk back into the spare room, going over to the dresser taking out some clothes. Once I'm ready I grab my phone and bus pass and leave the condo. As I walk, heading towards the bus stop, I feel my paranoia starting to bubble up. I look around at the other people walking, feeling like someone is watching me, but I know it's all in my head. I take a seat on the bench and take in a deep breath, pushing away this paranoia, waiting for the bus to take me downtown.

Chapter 6 Chapter 6

Jason Pov Kimberly leaves the kitchen after placing her plate into the sink. "Bro, are you hitting that?" Brandon asks grinning, getting off the counter, and take the seat across from me where Kimberly was just sitting. I shake my head, taking a sip from the water bottle. "I don't do humans. I found her getting attacked on the street the other night. She's just staying here until she finds a job." I tell him. "She's a nice piece of ass, I'll definitely be hitting that if I was you, human or not." He smirks, reaching over grabbing one of the sausages off my plate, earning a low growl from me. I guess she's pretty, but I'm not into humans. "Have you ever slept with a human?" He asks taking a bite of the sausage in his hand. "Yeah," I say as I continue to eat. "How was it?" He asked with a raised brow. "It's a bit different I guess. It's not like having sex with a she-wolf. You have to be gentle. Humans are fragile. Their skin isn't as tough as ours and their bones break easily." We could easily seriously hurt a human durn sex if we're too rough. "Well I guess humans and I probably isn't a good mix when it comes to sex then, because I'm everything but gentle." He let out a low chuckle, putting the rest of the sausage into his mouth. Once I finish eating, I walk over placing the plate into the sink, then wash my hands to get the sticky syrup off. "Who's this?" Brandon ask. I look back at him to see him going through my phone. I reach over slapping the side of his head. "What I tell you about going through my phone." I glare over at him, grabbing the rag, drying my hands. No matter how many times I tell him to stop going through my things he never listens. He let out a low growl, rubbing the side of his head. "You're going to stop abusing me, I'm going to kick your ass one of these days." He says, continuing to look through my phone. I slap him upside his head again, causing him to wince at the pain. "Stop going through my shit," I tell him again taking my phone from his hand. "Whatever, I stopped by yesterday morning, but you weren't here." He gets up and walks over to the cupboard, grabbing a bag of chips. "I went to see Luke so he can have a look at Ashley's file." I let out a sigh, running my fingers through my hair. Killing those rogues helped me release some of my pent up anger, but I won't be satisfied until I find the guy who's responsible for this and know why he did it. "Why did you take her files to Luke?" Brandon asks with a raised brow, opening the bag of chips. "Maybe he can find something I can't." Luke was always good at observation and analysis in school. The high school for alpha males that Luke and I went to wasn't your typical high school. We had subjects like math, science, etc.. but we also had other classes to teach up how to lead a strong pack. A frown appears on Brandon's face. "The alpha son from the black moon pack is behind this. He's a weak alpha male who's hiding behind lies. Everyone knows he's still pissed about you nearly killing him. You should've been made him pay for this.""I don't think he was behind this." I shake my head a little. Nothing led to him and I'm not going to take our pack into war with theirs if I'm not sure. I'll only be killing innocent people. I'm missing something and I'm hoping Luke can help me out. But if it does lead to him, I'll kill him for sure this time. "Well did Luke find anything?" Brandon asks, leaning back against the counter. "He hasn't gotten back to me about it yet." I know Luke is busy now that he's alpha of the pack, so I'm trying to be patient about it. Once he gets a chance to look at her files, he'll let me know if he finds something or not. "Did you need something when You stopped by yesterday?" I take a seat back on the chair. "Mom is taking me to her birth pack today for a party or something, so I can sniff around the females to see if my mate's there. She wants you to come along. There's a female there who has lost her mate." He tells me causing me to frown a little. Mother wants me to claim this female as a chosen mate. I will never love her. She could never compare to Ashley. She could never make me feel the way Ashley did. "I'm not going, I'm not interested." I can mark this female and create a mate bond, but she wasn't made for me and I wasn't made for her. "Well, you'll have to tell her that." He looks over at the clock. "She'll be here soon." He says putting another chip into his mouth. I let out a sigh, knowing she's not going to take no for an answer. I get up, leaving the kitchen going into my room. I head into the bathroom to take a quick shower. I'm sure I reek of alcohol and I don't want mother to smell it on me. It will only cause her to look at me with pity. After showering, I get dressed and leave the room to see my mother, Brianna, and Brandon waiting for me in the living room. Brianna runs over, wrapping her little arms around my legs, giving me a hug. "Look." She pulling her pants leg up, showing me a bandaid on her knee. I kneel down to her level looking at it. "How did this happen?" I ask. "I fall, but I no cry." She smiles excitedly, causing me to let out a low chuckle. I place a kiss on her cheek, before standing back up. "Hey, mother." I walk over placing a kiss on her cheek. "Hey, baby." She gives me a warm smile. It's been a while since she smiled at me that way. I ignore it, knowing she's only smiling because she has hopes that I'll claim this female as a chosen mate. We leave heading to the pack that my mother grew up in until she met my father and moved to his pack. I don't want to go, but I didn't feel like arguing with her about it. "There's a female there who has lost her mate, Maybe you should get to know her." Mother say to me as she drives. I let out a small sigh, knowing this conversation was coming. "I'm not interested in her mother." I look over at her to see her smiling. "How do you know you're not interested in her? You haven't even met her yet. She's a nice girl, just keep an open mind and don't turn her away before even getting to know her." She looks over at me. I give her a nod just to get her to drop the conversation. I have already made my mind up and I'm not interested in this female. Once we get there we get out the car. The alpha comes out to greet us. "Hey Grace, how are you?" He gives my mother a friendly smile. "I'm fine Marcus." Mother says returning the friendly smile. It's disrespectful to address an alpha or Luna without using their title, but they grew up together in this pack so they are good friends. They knew each other long before he was alpha of the pack and she was a Luna. "You remember my boys." Mother says smiling over at Brandon and me. "You two have grown. You were barely above my waist last time you came here to visit." He holds his hand out, shaking Brandon and my hand. He holds eye contact with us both for a couple of seconds before looking away, treating us the same way he would any other alpha male. Brandon and I aren't pups anymore, we're fully grown alpha males that could be a threat to him. He doesn't hold our gaze long enough to be a challenge, just long enough to let us know that this is his pack and he's the alpha here. Brandon is a second born, he's strong but he probably couldn't take this guy on in a fight and win, but this male would definitely have a problem on his hand in a fight with me. "And what's your name missy?" He kneel down in front of Brianna, giving her a smile, holding his hand out. "Brianna." She smiles placing her small hand in his, leaning up against the side of our mother. "It's nice to meet you, Brianna." He slightly shaking her hand, before standing back up. "Well everyone's outback, you know the way." He says giving my mother another friendly smile. Once we get out back I look around at all the people talking, dancing, eating, and messing around in the large pool. My eyes lock with the alpha's oldest son for a couple of seconds, before we both look away. Luke and I went to school with him. We never really spoke, we pretty much stayed out each other way. "Smell anything?" I ask Brandon, standing next to me. His nose flares a little, sniffing for his mate. He shaking his head. "Nah, but I do see a bunch of hot females." He smirks, looking around. I shake my head a little and watch him walk over and start talking to one of the females. "Jason." My mother calls my name, waving me over to her. I let out a sigh, making my way over to her, starting to regret coming here. "This is Ricky and his daughter May." Mother says smiling. I hold back a sigh of irritation, reaching out shaking Ricky's hand. I look over at May, giving her a small smile. "Well, we'll leave you two to talk." Mother rub my back before walking away with Ricky. I let out a small sigh, looking at the female. "I'm Jason." I break the silence, not wanting to just stand here awkwardly not saying anything. "I know, my father told me about you." She looks at me for a second before lowering her eyes, showing me respect as an alpha. "I don't mean to sound rude, but I'm not really looking for....anything. You're a strong alpha and I'm just.....me. You don't have to waste your time with me. I'm sure some of the other females here are waiting to have your attention." She looks over behind me, frowning a little. I look back, following her gaze to see a few females talking and giggling as they smile over at me. I guess she feels the same way as me. I'm not interested in her or any other female here. I guess her father and my mother thought it would be a good idea to try and pair us together. "That's fine because I'm not looking for anything either. Can you do me a favor and keep me company while I'm here so I won't have to talk to anyone else?" She looks at me for a second before glancing back over at the females. She let out a low chuckle, giving me a nod. I keep May close, talking to her the whole time to keep the other females away. Mother was right, May is a nice girl but in a friendly way. I don't really know anything about May, but it's easy to talk and connect with her. She understands what it's like to lose the person you love more than anything. May told me about some oracle that she went to see after losing her mate. She thinks that the oracle could help me and maybe give me the answers I'm looking for. I have never been the one to believe in the crap oracles tell. I think they are just a bunch of crazy people, but at this point, I'll give anything a try to find the answers I need. It started to get late once the party finally ends. Once mother says her goodbyes to all her childhood friends, we leave. "What do you think about May, you guys were together the whole time." Mother ask, looking over at me. "She's nice." May and I click on a friend level. We both have something in common that we can talk to each other about, something we both can understand. Neither one of us is looking to claim and mark someone as our mate. We exchange numbers and I'm sure we'll hang out again, but as friends. "Do you think she's pretty?" Mother asks smiling. I let out a sigh of irritation. "She pretty mother, but I'm only interested in her as a friend." I know mother only wants to see me happy again, but I don't need her help. "Maybe your friendship could blossom into something more serious over time." She says trying to make something out of this. I let out another sigh of irritation. "Maybe," I say to please her. I've learned that agreeing with her is an easy way to get her to drop things. Once I get back to my place, I walk into my condo to see Kimberly sitting on the couch in the living room watching tv again.

Chapter 7 Chapter 7

Jason Pov I walk through the door and see Kimberly sitting there on the couch with her legs folded underneath her. She looks over at me as I walk past her, going to my room to change clothes. I take off the jeans and slide on a pair of shorts. I look into the mirror, looking at myself. I reach up, running my hand through my hair. I can barely recognize myself. I guess my looks match the way I feel inside because I no longer feel like myself inside either. I leave the room going into the kitchen to put my signature stamp on my day. I grab a bottle of Remy Martin out of the cupboard and head back into the living room. I look at Kimberly sitting on the other end of the couch with her legs folded under her. I take a seat on the couch, putting my legs up on the table, looking over at the tv, not really caring what movie it's is that's playing. I never really pay much attention to the tv while I drink. I just use the sound of the tv to help push away the depressing silence. I twist the cap off the bottle and take a gulp, patiently waiting for everything to fade away. Before all of this, I wasn't a fan of drinking. I never understood why someone would put this disgusting poison into them, but now I understand, it helps. It helps make your everyday problems disappear. You become an emotionless shell. No pain, no anger, no worries, just nothing. And that's what I want. I want to feel nothing. I take another gulp of the liquor, feeling the liquid burn the back of my throat as it makes its way down. I sit here looking at the tv, taking sip after sip. I take short pauses before bringing the bottle back to my mouth for another sip. As I drink from the bottle, out the corner of my eye I see Kimberly keep looking over at me. "If you have something to say then say it, otherwise stop staring upside my head." I continue to look at the tv, taking another sip from the bottle, not looking over at her. "You shouldn't drink that stuff so fast." She says. I let out a sigh. "Keep your opinions to yourself." I look over at her, taking another sip from the bottle in my hand. She needs to worry about herself and just watch tv like she did yesterday night while I drank. "You're the one who just told me to say what I had to say, otherwise stop staring upside your head, so I did." I guess I did tell her to say what she had to say, but I didn't really mean for her to say anything. I just wanted her to stop looking upside my damn head every time I drink from the bottle. "Well, your opinion isn't wanted or needed." I have enough people telling me what they think and I don't care. They all can take their opinion and shove it up their ass. "Fine, I was just saying." She frowns a little looking back over at the tv. "And I'm just saying keep your opinion to yourself because you don't know anything about me to tell me what I shouldn't and should do." I take another sip from the bottle, starting to feel the effects of the liquor a little. I hear a sound come from her as if she got something else to say. "What does that little hmph sound suppose to mean?" I ask looking over at her, frowning a little. She looks over at me for a second. "Nothing." She shakes her head, looking back over at the tv. I could see that she was about to say something, but decided against it. I take another sip from the bottle, looking over at her. She doesn't know me at all so what could she possibly have to say. "If you have something to say then say it," I say curious to know what she could have to say since she doesn't know anything about me. As she said, I could be a psycho rapist for all she knows. "You tell me to say what I have to say, then turn around and tell me to keep my opinions to myself. So it's nothing." She says shaking her head a little as she continues to watch the tv. "You don't know me so what could you have to say?" I want to hear what she has to say, but honestly, I could care less. "You're right, I don't know anything about you. But being a psychology major it's not hard for me to see that you're using that as a coping mechanism." She looks at the bottle, before looking back at me. I frown a little, looking at her. "Just because I'm drinking that means I have to be using it as a coping mechanism? Yeah, fucking right." Just because she took some stupid class doesn't mean she knows anything about me. I don't need alcohol to cope. I choose to drink because I want to, not because I have to. "Is there anything else you think you know about me just because you took some stupid class?" I asked taking another sip, feeling everything slowly starting to fade away. She just looks at me for a second as if she's think of what to say. "You have this I don't care about anything attitude. You drank last night at a fast pace and now you're doing it again, drinking at a fast pace as if you're trying to rush the effects of the liquor, maybe to wash your problems away." I hold back a growl, not liking the way she just picked me apart. "You don't know shit about me." I glare over at her sitting on the other end of the couch. "You're the one who asked and told me to say what I had to say, so don't go getting pissed at me." She glares back at me, not submitting under my glare as a she-wolf would. I take in a breath, calming myself. "I'm not pissed. You don't know anything about me so what you say really don't matter." I take another sip from the bottle, not caring about what she thinks she knows. "Why don't you use those psychology skills and solve your own damn problems, because it's clear that you have some." I don't need to be a psychology major to see that she have problems of her own. "So don't sit here judging me when you have problems yourself. For all I know you probably need this bottle way more than me." I say looking back over at the tv. How the fuck is she going to call out my problems when she has problems herself. But unlike her, I don't go around worrying about other people and their problems. Maybe I shouldn't have asked her what she had to say. Maybe I should've never even brought her here, to begin with. She let out a sigh. "I'm sorry if I came off as judgmental, that wasn't my intention. I wasn't judging you, Jason. I was just saying you shouldn't drink so fast. But you're right I don't know you and I probably shouldn't have said anything. I tend to talk too much even when I know I shouldn't say anything." She pauses for a few seconds. "Can I try some?" She asks. I frown a little seeing her looking at the bottle in my hand. I look at the bottle for a second before holding it out to her and watch her lean forward, taking it from my hand. She takes a sip from the bottle and starts to cough. She gasps a little, holding the bottle out for me to take. I remember reacting the same way when I first had a drink. She shakes her head. "That stuff is freaking disgusting. My freaking throat is burning." She says once she stops coughing. She sticks her tongue out as she rubs her throat, trying to get rid of the burning. "How do you drink that?" She asks frowning. "I don't drink it for the taste, but for the feeling. I guess you get used to it after a while." I look at the bottle in my hand for a second before taking another sip from the bottle, feeling myself slowly becoming numb to the world. "How does it make you feel?" She asks with a raised brow. It's clear that she doesn't drink. She probably never had a drink a day in her life until now. I look at her for a second. I never talked to anyone about this. I normally sit here alone and drink until I feel nothing. "Empty I guess." I don't know if it affects everyone the same, but after I've had enough I feel nothing. The effects of the liquor only last about an hour or so before my high body temperature burns it off, but by that time I'm passed out drunk, then wake up in the morning like I never had a drink. She looks at the bottle in my hand with a raised brow. "Can I try some more?" She asks. I hand her the bottle again and watch as she takes a sip and starts to cough again. "That's horrible and strong." She frowns, swallowing, looking at the bottle in her hand, shaking her head, not wanting anymore. "I don't think I can get used to that." She hands me back the bottle, frowning at the burning sensation from the liquor. I take the bottle from her hand, taking a sip, enjoying the burning in the back of my throat as the liquor makes it's way down. I lean my head back resting it against the couch, watching tv, sipping from the bottle, feeling empty.

Chapter 8 Chapter 8

Kimberly I wake up still on the couch the next morning. I look over to see Jason still on the other end of the couch, with his long legs still propped up on the table, sleeping. I reach up rubbing my eyes, yawning. I slowly stand up, grabbing Jason's empty bottle off the table and head into the kitchen to cook breakfast. As I cook Jason walks into the kitchen, going over grabbing a glass, before walking over to the sink filling it. He walks over, taking a seat, drinking from the glass, not looking over at me. I can see that his, I don't care about anything attitude is back. Last night after the effects of the liquor took over, it changed his attitude, but not much. He was a little more talkative than he has been these last two days that I've been here. He seems like a decent guy, but something got him all balled up on the inside. He just seems to want to be left alone. I let out a sigh, mentally facepalm myself, thinking about last night. I shouldn't have said those things, even if he did tell me to say what I had to say. It's none of my business why he does what he do. But sometimes I can't help it. Like most psychology majors, my eyes see things on a deeper level than what they are. Sometimes my brain tends to pick things apart without me actually trying. I just need to learn to shut up sometimes. Once I finish cooking, I fix his plate and set it in front of him. I grab my plate and take the seat across from him and start to eat. "I found a job at this diner downtown. I start Monday." I say looking over at him. He looks over at me and gives me a small nod as he eats. This job at this diner will have to do for now. When I get my first paycheck I'll pay him back first, then with my next check, I'll find me a cheap apartment somewhere. We sit here eating in silence, but it's not an awkward silence like before. I guess I'm getting used to him not talking much. Once I finish eating, I go take a shower. After showering, I walk into the living room and take a seat on the couch. I grab the remote and start to flip through the channels. I start work Monday and today is only Saturday. I have nothing to do. I don't have anywhere to go. I don't know anyone here other than Jason, and I'm sure he could care less about if I had something to do or not. Jason walks over grabbing his keys off the table, before leaving out the door without saying anything. I can't help but wonder what got him all balled up inside. It's hard to get a read on him because he always has this I don't care attitude and he doesn't really talk much. I sit here watching movie after movie trying to pass the time. Suddenly, I feel myself being shaken, causing My eyes to shoot open a bit startled. I see Jason's brother Brandon standing there. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you pretty face." He says smiling. I take in a calming breath, seeing that it's just Jason's brother. "It's fine." I sit up on the couch rubbing my eyes. I must have fallen asleep while watching tv. "A pretty girl like you shouldn't leave the door unlocked while you're here alone sleeping." He smirks, looking down at me sitting on the couch. If he didn't look so much like Jason I probably would've never guessed that they were brothers. They don't seem to act anything alike tho. I let out a yawn, stretching. "I'm sure this building is filled with nothing but rich people. And I'm sure they have better things to do with their time other than breaking in here to bother me while I sleep." He let out a low chuckle. "Just because they're rich doesn't mean they can't be creeps.""I guess you're right." I mused shrugging a little. I guess rich people can be creeps also. You never know who a person is just by look at them. "Where's Jason?" He looks around, before looking back at me. I shrug my shoulders again, looking over at the clock. "He left this morning.""Did he happen to say where he was going?" He ask. I shake my head telling him no. He gives me a nod, taking a seat next to me on the couch, causing me to frown a little. "I never got your name." He says smiling. I look over at him for a second, seeing the friendly smile on his face. "It's Kimberly.""Why are you cooped up in here doing nothing Kimberly?" He asks. "I don't have anywhere to go." I grab the remote sitting next to me and start to flip through the channels. I'm new to this city. I don't exactly know my way around yet. Plus I rather not be around crowds, feeling paranoid the whole time. He doesn't say anything, but I can feel him staring at me the same way he did yesterday in the kitchen, making me feel uncomfortable. "It's rude to stare you know." I frown a little looking over at him again. He lets out a low chuckle. "I'm heading out to the club with a few friends in a little, you should definitely come.""No thanks." I look back over at the tv, flipping through the channels. I have never been a clubbing type of person. If I'm not at work or at school, I'm at home catching up on some sleep. "Come on, it's not like you have anything better to do. You won't be here alone bored. It'll be fun, I promise." I look back over at him to see him smirking. I can see that he's a bit cocky. I have been bored out of my mind being here alone all day. I wouldn't mind getting out for a little, but I don't know this guy. I don't even know his brother, but Jason seems to be a good guy, so maybe Brandon is too, I don't know. "I don't have clubbing clothes." I barely have any clothes now. "You don't need anything fancy. You could wear that and I'm sure you'll still be one of the baddest girls there." He looks down at the blue shorts and a white T-shirt that I'm wearing, before looking back up at me, giving me a smirk. I feel my cheeks heat up, blushing a little at his words. "I'll find something to wear," I say, accepting his offer to go out. "Cool." He gives me another smile. "I'll be back in about an hour to pick you up." He stands up heading over to the door, opening it. He twists the lock on the knob. "A pretty girl like you shouldn't be here alone with the door unlocked. I'll see you in a little pretty face." He looks over at me with that smirk, before closing the door behind him. I smile a little, turning the tv off and head to the spare room. I walk over to the dresser and take out a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a plain black shirt. I get dressed and start on my hair. Once finished, I grab my jacket, phone, and the spare key that Jason gave me. I look at the time to see that Brandon will be back soon. I hear a knock on the door and walk over opening it, seeing Brandon standing there. "You look good." He smirks, looking down at what I'm wearing. "Ready?" He asks looking back up at me. I smile giving him a nod. As we head to the club, our light conversation fills the car. "Jason said he found you being attacked. What was that about?" He looks over at me with a raised brow. "I don't know, just some creep I guess." I start to think about that night. I was walking, heading to the hotel that was supposed to be two blocks away, then suddenly I was being pushed into the alley by some guy with a mask. "I'm sure Jason gave the guy a good beating." He looks back over at the road. "Maybe, I don't know. I think I was knocked unconscious." I frown a little, trying to remember. I never really asked Jason about the guy that attacked me. Maybe when the guy saw Jason he took off. Once we get to the club we head inside. I look around at all the people dance, drinking, laughing, and talking as the lights flash and the music blast. Maybe coming here was a bad idea. I can feel myself getting paranoid around all these people. I try to push the paranoia away, taking in a deep breath, telling myself Monty isn't here. I follow close behind Brandon over to one of the bouncers. The guy gives Brandon a slight nod, before moving to the side letting Brandon and me up to the VIP section. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that he gets VIP treatment. When we get up to the VIP section I see two guys and a girl already sitting there. "This is Ray." Brandon point to the guys wearing the red shirt. I give him a friendly smile that he returns. "These are my cousins John and his sister Miley." I give them both a friendly smile, that they return. I take a seat, looking around the club, trying to ease my paranoia by making sure no one is watching me. "You seem worried about something, are you okay?" Brandon asks leaning over a little so I can hear him over the music. I look over at him, forcing a smile. "I'm fine, just not really a clubbing person." This is my first time actually being in a club and I don't feel like I'll be liking it. "Do you want a drink, it'll help you relax." He gives me a smile. I frown a little, suddenly tasting the disgusting liquor for last night. I shake my head. "No, I tried some of Jason's Remy Martin last night and it was strong and horrible." Brandon let out a low chuckle. "How bout I get you a fruity mixed drink. It won't be strong, it'll be better tasting, but it'll still do the trick." he tells me. I think about it for a second, maybe it'll help me relax and wash away my paranoia. I give him a nod, watching him leave to get the drink. "How do you know Brandon?" Ray asks looking over at me. "I met him while staying at his brother's place." I don't know Brandon or Jason. Brandon is just friendlier. "So you know Jason? How is he?" His voice and the expression on his face changing a bit. I can hear the sorrow behind his words and see pity in his eyes when he asked about Jason. I guess he knows what got Jason all balled up inside. I don't know Jason, but I can tell he's not someone who wants others pity. "He's fine," I tell him not knowing how to answer that question. I don't know if Jason's fine or not. For all I know this is how he normally acts. I never saw another side of him to know if he's fine or not. A few minutes later, Brandon comes back with two trays full of shots. He sits the trays down, then grabs the glass with the straw. "This is for you pretty face, try it." He smiles handing me the drink. I take the glass and suck a little up through the straw, preparing myself for the strong horrible taste. But instead, my mouth is filled with a fruity taste. I can taste the liquor, but it's not strong and it doesn't burn my throat. "Good?" Brandon asks smiling. I smile giving him a nod, before taking another sip. Once I finished that drink I felt good. I wasn't paranoid anymore, or maybe I just no longer cared if Monty was here or not. We all sit here talking and laughing with each other. They all seem like pretty nice people that I can see myself being friends with. After having another one of those drinks that Brandon gave me, Miley drags me to the dance floor to dance. I laugh as dancing with her, enjoying myself. It's been so long since I actually had some fun. As we dance I start to feel a little dizzy from the drinks. I stop dancing and close my eyes, waiting for the dizzy spell to pass. "Are you okay?" Miley asks sounding a little worried. I open my eyes giving her a smile. "Yeah, just a little dizzy from the drinks. I think I need to take a break." She let out a low chuckle and gives me a nod, before starting to dance with some guy. I walk over and stand up against the wall smiling, watching everyone dance. It feels good to have fun and forget about all of your problems. For now, I have no worries. I'm glad that I accepted Brandon's offer and came out to the club with him. I've forgotten what it actually feels like to have fun. "Not a dancer?" I look over to see a guy standing next to me, leaning up against the wall. The flashing lights hit his face as he smiles. He's a pretty good looking guy. "Just taking a break." I give him a friendly smile, before looking back over at the people dancing. I see Miley making her way over to me, with a frown covering her face. "How bout you find someone else to sink your teeth into bloodsucker, and leave her alone." Miley glare at the guy. I frown a bit confused. I didn't think this guy was being rude in any way, maybe she knows this guy and knows he's bad news. "How bout you mind your business mutt." The guy straightens up from leaning against the wall, glaring back at Miley. His relaxed body language has now changed. Out of nowhere, Brandon grabs the guy by his throat, slamming his back against the wall, pinning him there. "How bout I rip your fucking head off leach." Brandon glare at the guy. When the flashing lights hit Brandon's face, I see a pair of pitch-black eyes. I shake my head a little, knowing I've had way too much to drink and I'm now seeing things. No one's eyes are completely black. I remember his eyes being that same hazel brown as Jason's eyes. I look over to see Ray and John standing there glaring at the guy that Brandon got pinned up against the wall. Maybe they all know him and know he's bad news. The guy holds his hands up in surrender, smirking. Brandon takes his hand from around the guy's throat. The guy gives me a smirk before walking off. "Be careful who you talk to, some people are up to no good," Miley tells me, watching the guy disappear through the crowd of people. "O-okay." I frown a little, still, confused about what just happened. Once it started to get pretty late, Brandon takes me back to the condo building. "Do you need me to walk you up?" He asks smiling over at me. "Thank you, but I think I can manage." We say our goodbyes and I get out of his car, stumbling into the building. I really had a good time out with Brandon, he's a really nice person. I take the elevator up to Jason's floor, feeling a bit woozy, but I feel great. When I get to the door, I reach out twisting the knob to find it unlocked. I walk in and see Jason sitting on the couch, eating pizza.

Chapter 9 Chapter 9

Jason When I make it home, I see that Kimberly isn't here. I look over at the time to see that it's 11:00 pm. The buses don't run at this time. I told her that it wasn't safe for her to be walking the streets at this time of night. If she managed to run into more trouble, then it'll be her problem to deal with. I take a seat on the couch, letting out a sigh. I went to see the oracle today that May told me about. When the old lady held my hands, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she started to chant some gibberish. I don't know if the oracle was much help or not, but she did manage to irritate me with all the riddles she was speaking in. I never understood why oracles speak in riddles, instead of just telling people what the hell they need to know. She said things will revel itself within time, but I have a feeling that she probably tell everyone that crap. Hearing my stomach growl, I take out my phone and order pizza. After about twenty minutes pass I hear a knock on the door, knowing it's the pizza. I sit here on the couch, looking at the tv with my box of pizza and bottle of Remy Martin, eating. I glance over at the clock again to see that it's going on 11:40. I start to wonder where Kimberly could be, Maybe she really has run into more trouble. Seconds later the door open and Kimberly walk in. I look over at her, seeing that she's a bit more dressed up than she has been the last pass three days "Hey." She smiles, stumbling over to the couch, nearly falling. I frown a little watching her drop down on the couch. I can smell the liquor on her. She lean back closing her eyes, continuing to smile. "I guess being attacked once while walk the streets alone at night wasn't good enough." If she's this careless to walk back here alone and drunk, then maybe she deserves to be attacked again. I grab another slice of pizza out the box sitting on my lap, taking a bite looking back over at the tv. "For your information Mr. I don't care about anything." Her words come out slurred. She stops talking, struggling to take her jacket off. Once she gets it off she throws it onto the floor. "I didn't walk back here alone. I-I didn't walk back here at all. I went to a club with Brandon." She reaches down taking her shoes off. "Brandon?" I look over at her frowning a little. The only Brandon I know is my brother. What was she doing with Brandon? "Yeah, I met your cousins John and Miley and your friend Ray. They're really nice." She crawls over to me, taking a seat close to me, folding her legs underneath her. She reaches over grabbing a slice of the pizza out the box. I hold back an instinctive growl of her taking my food. "Brandon stop by looking for you and invited me to come out with him." She closes her eyes as she takes a bite of the pizza, letting out a low moan, chewing. She opens her eye, looking at me. "We should go back to that club tomorrow, it was fun." She says with a mouth full of pizza. "You're drunk." She's being too talkative and friendly right now. She shakes her head. "I-I'm not drunk." Her words come out slurred as she frowns, looking over at the bottle of Remy Martin sitting on the table. "You're drunk." She laughs as if what she just said was funny. I look at her for a second, before looking over at the tv, she is clearly drunk. "I had a drink at the club that was really good. It wasn't horrible like that stuff." She frowns looking over at the bottle sitting on the table again. I let out a sigh of irritation, looking at the tv. "Can you stop talking now.""I want to talk to you." She says with a mouth full of pizza. "Well, I don't want to talk.""Why not?""Because I don't," I say starting to get irritated. "Why not?" She asks again. A deep growl slips out. I look over at her to see her looking at me with wide eyes, then a big grin spread across her face and she let out a weak growl. I let out a small sigh of relief. She's too drunk to take what just happened seriously. "Come on, do it again Jason. Your growl sound so animalistic." She giggles, continuing to growl at me. "Shut up Kimberly." I look back over at the tv, deciding to just ignore her. "ShUt Up KiMbErLy." She says mimicking me. I let out another sigh of irritation as I continue to look at the tv ignoring her, telling myself she's drunk. I sit the slice of pizza back into the box, before reaching over grabbing the bottle off the table, taking another sip, starting to feel the effects of the liquor a little. "You're no fun, Jason. What's wrong? What got you all balled up inside?" Her words come out a slurred, through the pizza in her mouth. "Mind your business." I pick my slice of pizza back up, taking a bite. I just won't eat and drink in silence. "Tell me. I use to be a part-time counselor at an elementary school. I'm a really really good listener." She says, not seeming to be able to shut up. It clear that she's one of those people who can't stop talking once they are drunk. "Do I look like a kid from a damn elementary school?" I glare over at her, closing the box of pizza and place it on the table. I sit back, taking another sip from the bottle, looking at the tv. I don't need her to listen to my problems and I don't care if she's a good listener or not. I just want her to shut up, but it doesn't look like that's going to happen. "It doesn't matter if you're a kid or not. It's good for anyone to talk about their problems and the way they feel. You probably never talked about it with anyone and now it all has built up inside. You can talk to me. I won't judge no matter what it is." She leans forward and opens the box of pizza, grabbing another slice. I watch her with a frown. I hate how she seems to know things about me just by observing the things I do. She doesn't know me, but she's right. I haven't talked to anyone about the way I feel. I wasn't raised that way. Alphas aren't supposed to show weak emotions. We are taught to suppress those kinds of emotions. Everyone knows that, so I guess that's why no one ever tried to talk to me about it. "You can talk to me." She says again. I let out a sigh, resting my head back, feeling the effects of the liquor starting to numb me. I bring the bottle to my mouth taking a gulp. "You could never understand." She's a human. She knows nothing of my world. She could never understand losing the person you love the most. The person who was made just for you. She may have lost someone she loves before, but it's nothing like losing a mate. Just like all the other mates, Ashley and I were born with the same soul. Half for her and the other half for me, connecting us on far more than just an emotional or physical level. I lost my other half. I just don't feel like myself anymore. Kimberly could never understand that. "Well tell me and help me understand." She says. I shake my head a little. "You want me to talk about my problems, but you probably haven't even talked about your own problems. So why don't you talk about yours." I take another sip from the bottle. She has problems herself. Maybe she's the one who needs to talk about their problems. Her mood changes when I bring up her problems. She let out a sigh, looking down at the slice of pizza in her hands. "I'll tell you about my problems, then you have to talk to me about yours." She looks back up at me with her glazed over, drunken eyes. I close my eyes, feeling all my emotions fade away into nothing. I think about it for a second, knowing I can't tell her everything. I open my blurry eyes giving her a small nod as I take another sip from the bottle. She let out another sigh, looking down at her hands. "Well I met this guy a couple of months ago and he was pretty nice so we dated for about two months, then he turned out not to be so nice. I broke up with him and that only made things worst." She stops talking for a second, continuing to look down at her hands. I sit here and listen, feeling numb from the alcohol. "I was scared that he would hurt me, so I ran. But he found me and he was pissed. He slapped me around, I thought he was going to kill me. I managed to get away and run again, coming here only to run into more problems. I guess I haven't been having the best of luck." She looks back up at me. "N-now I have these nightmares about him sometimes and whenever I'm out in public I'm afraid. Afraid that he will find me again and kill me this time." I see that she really does have her own problems. They may be different from mine, but they are still a serious problem that's affecting her day to day life. I don't know much about the emotion of fear, but I can see it in her eyes when she talks about this guy. She's really afraid of this guy. "Well, I guess you now know my story." She shrugs, giving me a weak forced smile. "Now what's that deal with you?" She asks. I let out a small sigh, taking another sip from the bottle, trying to see how to tell her this without saying too much about myself and what I am.