He closed his warm lips on mine and moved his hands to cup my cheek and the back of my head. My eyes fluttered closed and he moved steadily against me, such a contrast to his behavior. His mouth moved a little quicker against my lips before suddenly pulling back.
I opened my eyes at him, surprised by how quickly he left my lips. He still had his eyes closed, like he was trying to control himself, hands still wrapped on my head. He slowly opened his lakes, and sighed, getting comfortable again with me against him.
The movie ended, and he put on another, and gradually during the movie, I felt myself growing more and more tired. At some time, Derek pulled my legs over his so I was resting on him, and I blamed my wolf for slacking as much as I did.
I don’t remember what time in the movie, but I ended up falling asleep, the faint feeling of lips on my forehead. I ended up waking up in my bed sometime in the middle of the night. It wasn’t Chris’ memory that woke me up, although he was in my dreams, it was the pain tingling in my gut.
Derek’s infidelity.
A small sob left my lips as my hands circled my abdomen. My feet took control of my body, and hauled me out of my bed, dragged me down the hallway, and took me to his bedroom door. I banged on the door as loud and hard as I could. Derek opened the door, his hair disheveled and only in a pair of boxers.
“What?” he snapped coldly.
“Stop,” I croaked out, my voice cracking and the tears streaming fresh down my face.
He cooly smirked at me, “stop what, Violet?”
“S-stop having s-sex with…” I trailed.
He raised an eyebrow and chuckled at me. “No.”
It felt like I got punched in the gut at his words.
“Derek,” I whispered, ultimately desperate for him to stop with whatever girl was in there. I was his mate, so I cringed as I told him to do me instead. “I’ll take her place, please. I’ll do whatever you want, just s-stop…”
He dryly laughed in my face, leaning in, “that’s cute Violet, but I don’t fuck crybabies.” he spoke before slamming the door in my face.
A sob racked my body and I stumbled back into my room, slamming the door and collapsing on the floor. I clutched my chest and abdomen at the feeling of it being stabbed over and over again.
Somehow I crawled to the bed, and managed to get on top. Melancholy, I wrapped my cold body in the blankets and sobbed my heart out.
…”Stop crying so loud, I was up all night because you can’t keep quiet.”…
My shaky hand covered my mouth to hush myself. My silent tears streaking my cold cheeks, my head was throbbing at the sobs. I’ve cried myself to sleep many times, with and without their noises accompanying. My tears made wet puddles all over the pillow, whenever my face would slightly move, it would touch the damp fabric.
What did I do to him?
He would hurt me, and then kiss me or ‘make-up’ to me, only to hurt me again. Like when I walked in on them the first time, he made fun of me the next morning. Or how he yelled at me for cutting myself then fell asleep with me. Or how he choked me yesterday, to the point I almost blacked-out, only to sleep with me. He basically said the only reason he keeps me around is so he doesn’t die, then watches movies with me and kisses me.
‘Who. Would. Want. You.’
…”I don’t fuck crybabies.”…
But I wasn’t a crybaby.
‘Ha!’
‘That’s a fat lie.’
‘You cry about everything.’
‘Hell, you’re crying right now!’
I clenched my eyes tight together at the voices.
I cried when he tsk-ed my name, shamefully having an episode. I cried when that doctor had me, I could’ve saved his life if I would’ve shut up. I cried when Mallory did the same thing, he wouldn’t be dead if I shut up. I wake up crying when I have a dream, a freaking dream, of Chris.
I was, am a crybaby. Derek doesn’t want that, he wants a figured woman like the blonde, he wants a woman he doesn’t have to constantly babysit.
That wasn’t me.
My throat clenched, cutting off some air. Shakingly, I leaned over to the nightstand and opened the drawer where I relocated my inhaler, grabbing it and putting it to use.
Moans echoed through the walls.
‘Derek! Derek! Yes, Alpha, yes!’
‘Oh! Derek!’
My nose started to burn, as she continued to scream, followed by the grunts of my mate.
My mate.
That doesn’t want me.