Title: Secret Betrayals
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that is Stephenie Meyers.
Fan fiction of: The Host by Stephenie Meyer.
Summery: What if Mel and Ian have to go away on a raid and Wanda and Jared are left behind in the caves…together. Maybe a two-shot if i can be bothered
Author's Note: This is my first Host fanfiction. I only wrote this because it had been in the back of my head for ages after readiong the book, and what a book it was! But, now is confession time. I read the book about three months (at least) before it came out, i think it was sometime last year actualy, i got a proof copy to borrow from a book shop. It was amazing and i still bought it as soon as i saw it! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I knew it was wrong. My heart, my brain, my soul. Every fibre of my being was screaming in protest, intent on telling me exactly how wrong what I was doing was. But, god, it felt so good and as Jared pushed me harder into the wall, most, if not all rational thought escaped within mille seconds. "Wanda!" his breath came harsh and fast against my neck, bordering on the crossing to a gasping moan. "Oh, god" he whispered "We really shouldn't be doing this!" there were small tear tracks leading down his soft cheeks, identical to mine. But his body paid no attention to his words and his hands continued to clutch me closer. "I know" I whispered back, my voice slightly breaking as I spoke the words, yet still I pulled his face down to my level so I could once again kiss him. Jared sighed into my mouth but did not pull away. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx In the morning, we regretted it, just like we always did but we both knew it would happen again, we wouldn't kid ourselves otherwise. And it did, again and again and again. It got harder to not tell but somehow easier to lie. My soul, myself, me in general. Whichever phrase I used it was still the same fear that I was going to end up hurting someone near to me. I hated seeing pain, causing it would destroy me. Violence scared me, I was afraid that a fight would break out when they discovered our betrayal. Anger, I knew, was bad. Yet I was causing it and feeling it much more then I ever thought I would. But the sessions with Jared became full of the heat and anger I so feared. He used to have gentle moments, times when he geld me and stroked my hair between kisses. But, as time went by and the anger and fear inside of him curdled with the need he felt for me, those precious moments dwindled, and then stopped all together. Becoming none existent. Every week, every night when Mel and Ian were absent, was spent together, Jared and I sitting, laying in some dark corridor, some dank hole. I knew it was wrong. I knew we shouldn't be doing it, so I tried to wean myself off of him, I tried and I tried, over and over again, knowing that he tried too. But eventually either one of us caved and the actions following always ended on one thing. One way or another, everything ended there. Sex. It was like we were addicted to each other, almost like we were soul mates. Once we had started, we were unable to stop. And then the bombshell hit. A bomb so painful and unbelievable that it almost killed us with grief... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx hope you enjoyed it, yes i know, very out of character!
