C5 5

"Tears are the petals of the heart."

Pink.

I've had it up to here! I feel so lonely. What could I have done to deserve this? I've always been nice to everyone, I haven't hurt anyone. I don't understand why life does this to me. All I hope is to wake up and tell myself it was just a nightmare. I wonder if my father should be worried. I doubt. Did he even notice my disappearance?

We knock twice before the door opens and Justin appears with a tray in hand. He places it on the nightstand and sits down next to me.

- What do you want ? I asked him a little too abruptly.

- You must eat.

- I'm not hungry. You can tell Damien I don't want anything from him.

- I prepared it. He told me. I thought you must be hungry.

I feel stupid. He just wants to do well. He didn't do anything to me to get defensive with him.

- I am sorry. I apologized. I'm just tired of being here.

- I understand.

I lean over and pick up the tray. I eat the sandwiches in silence. He just stares at the floor. I take a sip of the orange juice and watch him. He is rather cute. Black hair, blue eyes and a muscular body. He could be a model. He's the type of man all girls love.

- Am I that handsome? He asks me, turning his head.

I nearly choke on the juice. He laughs while my cheeks flush. I thought he was staring at the floor. Must be another wolf ability.

- I'm done. I tell him, pointing to the tray. You can leave.

Even if he claims otherwise, I feel that he is there just out of obligation. I'm not going to make him stay here any longer then.

- No, I want to stay.

- For what ? I asked whispering.

- I know you feel lonely. It's normal, you have no one to talk to. He replies sincerely. Anyway, I'm alone downstairs so we can stay together.

I did not expect such a response.

- I won't tell you anything about Damien. After all, you're his fool, you'll tell him. I admitted.

- I will not do it. Damien doesn't need to know everything. And I know how to keep secrets.

- Sorry but I don't trust you for that yet.

He nods. Even if he seems nice that doesn't mean I can trust him. I want him to leave. I would feel better alone.

- Are you going to stay here long? I asked trying not to sound too rude.

- I have to watch over you this week. He informs me.

- Watch over me? I repeated. But why ?

- Damien has things to do, he won't be able to stay with you.

So much the better. I have no desire to see him. I'm better off when he's away. I glance at Justin. He really seems like a nice guy. And I suddenly feel like I've been rude. He just wanted to help me.

- Have you known Damien for a long time? I asked him to change the conversation.

- Yes. He replies smiling. My dad and Brad's were Damien's dad's betas. We've known each other forever.

- Where is his family? I asked him. I did not see them.

- It's complicated. He simply answers. It's not for me to tell you about it.

I nod my head. He's not wrong, but I can't see Damien telling me about his family.

We spend the rest of the day with Justin on the bed. He never stopped making me laugh and I'm grateful to him. It had been a long time since I had laughed like that. Finally, I like it.

I turn in the bed, I'm tired of staying in bed but since Justin left, an excruciating pain in the head prevents me from getting up. I hear the door open. It's dark so I can't see anything. It must be justin.

-Justin? I whispered.

- What would Justin do at this hour? he asks coldly.

Damian. What is he doing there? I thought he was busy! I hear him take off his t-shirt and pants before getting under the blanket in his boxers. Having her next to me half-dressed makes me feel weird. He puts his arm on my hip and presses his chest against my back.

- Don't touch me! I got angry in a weak voice.

Talking increases the pain. I close my eyes and try not to think about it.

- What do you have ?

- Nothing.

- I won't repeat.

- I just have a headache. I end up saying.

He gets up and leaves the room. So much the better. But he comes back. He turns on the light and stands in front of me with paracetamol and a glass of water.

- THANKS. I say while drinking it.

I avoid looking at him. Especially since he is almost naked. I place the glass on the bedside table and he goes to turn off the light. Once in bed, he pulls me back against him. The pain being too intense, I let him do it. And strangely, it doesn't bother me so much anymore.

I wake up alone in this big bed. Where is Damian? No, well, that's not my problem. I get out of bed without a migraine this time. As I was about to turn the bathroom handle, it opens on Damien. He only wears a towel around his hips.

I turn around and sit on the bed. I'm going to wait for him to finish getting dressed and leave for my shower. He comes out dressed in jeans and a blue t-shirt. He leans against the dressing room door and stares at me. I wonder what he could possibly be thinking.

He approaches me and gently takes my hand to get up. And he takes me in his arms. I do not move, shocked by this gesture. This guy is bipolar. I still have to admit that it smells too good.

- You are mine and only mine. he whispers against my neck.

- I belong to no one. And especially not to you. I say as I free myself from his arms.

- Shut up before I start getting angry. He warns me. Put this in your head: YOU ARE MINE!

- NO ! I had a life before you and through your faults, I no longer have one! You are selfish!

He clenches his fists. I'm scared of what's next but I can't believe that I belong to him. I belong to no one ! Just because we're soul mates doesn't mean I'm his.

- You know what I'm going to start thinking about if you continue?

- No. I replied suspiciously.

He grabs my arm and pushes me towards the balcony. He opens the doors and presses me against the railing, pressing the back of my neck to push me down. I hold the railing tightly.

- PLEASE THROW OUT THE WINDOW!

He releases me and walks out, slamming the door. I've had it up to here ! I drop to the ground and cry. I can't take it anymore. Tears of fury fill my eyes. I'm furious with myself that I can't change this situation.

Make me die! I beg you ! This is all too much for me! Too much !

I hear the door the door open. I don't want to see Damien. Let him go to hell. I look up and see Justin's worried gaze. He bends down and strokes my back. This gesture increases my tears. Why am I in such a situation?

He takes me in his arms and lays me on the bed. I sit up and close my eyes trying to stop crying. When I think I should be going to school, instead of crying here, I can't stop the tears and cry silently.

Justin sits down next to me and strokes my hair.

- Shht, calm down. He whispers to me softly.

And that's when I burst into tears.