Chapter 8
I was using all my power to keep him off me, and it was actually working. Steve would pull with all his might on my clothes, and I just pried his fingers off me the entire time. After three minutes of him trying over and over again, he started to get extremely violent. Steve slapped me in the face, full force, and I just laughed. It didn't even phase me.
Surprisingly, he gripped his hand that slapped me, to his face, like he hurt it. What the hell? Wait a second, why was he even doing this? What did I ever do to this guy? I was always a great girlfriend to him, before Taylor came along. Oh, wait. I know why he's pissed; he's getting back at Taylor.
I suddenly got very angry. Why would he want to get back at Taylor for loving me? What kind of people live in this world?!
My vision blurred, again, and my body started having convulsions. Steve backed away from me, for some odd reason. My vision was tinted red and weird enough, I started having this hot burning feeling in my spine. It started to move through my body.
"Ailish!"
Taylor! He came to help me. I suddenly relaxed enough to jump up from my laying position on the bed, and pulled on my shirt and pants. Thank God that Steve didn't get to…I shuddered. I couldn't even think of that.
"Taylor! Help me!"
"No the Frikk way is he coming in here to help you, again!" Steve spit out
Taylor was suddenly standing right beside Steve, "This time, I'm going to kill you."
Taylor left my room, at inhuman speed, taking Steve along with him. Oh, shit! Taylor really was going to kill him! I really didn't give a care in the world if Steve died, I just didn't want Taylor to go to prison. I would never see him again.
I looked out the window and heard a spine-chilling snap. It was one of those snaps where you hear it and you instantly get goosebumps.
"Ailish? What in the hell happened in here?!" My Mom, Dad, and sister came running in my room
"Steve came back," I said bluntly
"What!" they all screamed in unison
"I will mess that…"
"Dad, T-Taylor has him—outside. H-He…." I could barely talk above a whisper now, "Killed him."
My family stared at me in shock. I was in shock too. If Taylor killed him, he would go to prison, and I would never see him again. I started crying hysterically. My Taylor. Gone.
Olivia came over and sat by me with her arm around my shoulders. It was like my sister read my mind, "What the hell was he thinking? Now he could go to prison!"
"I already…know…that. Why the hell…do you think…I'm crying…for?" I said between sobs
"Ailish? What happened? Did he hurt you?" Taylor was at my side. I buried my face in his muscled and well-defined chest.
"What—how? He just—huh?" Oh, shit. We all forgot Olivia still didn't know about Taylor.
"Um, Olivia, let's go down for some coffee," my Mom said stressfully
"Fine." Olivia was such a disrespectful brat
Olivia and my Mom walked out the door. As soon as the door closed, my Dad started yelling at Taylor, "What the Frikk were you thinking kid?! You killed him?! Nice thinking you idiot, now you could possibly go to jail; self-defense or not. You committed man-slaughter. What is your pack gonna think? You're supposed to protect humans, not murder them!"
"That
piece of shit didn't deserve to live! You saw what he tried to do
to
Ailish!" Taylor yelled
There were ten seconds of silence before Taylor added, speaking softly, "I couldn't control my anger. I didn't mean to kill him; it just—happened."
"Well, I'm not angry at you for killing the bastard; he deserved it. What is Ailish going to do without you? What are you going to do without her?"
"I-I—don't know."
They were speaking this 'conversation' of theirs like I wasn't even there. This made me so angry! This happened to me, not them! My body started to shake slightly, again, and Taylor put a restraining hand on me. Weird how lately I was the one he needed to calm down instead of the opposite.
I squeezed Taylor even tighter. I loved him and needed him so much; he had to be with me. I didn't know what I would even do without him for any period of time.
Squeezing him tighter made me feel safer and more secure. Just touching him made my hand and body feel tingly. I inhaled his woody and musky scent and I felt relaxed instantly.
Damn, I wish my Dad wasn't here. I looked up at Taylor and he was staring down at me. I knew he was thinking the same thoughts as I was, just by seeing how he was looking at me.
Obviously, my Dad felt the intensity of our moment, because he decided to end it by clearing his throat. We both instantaneously jerked our heads up.
Erg, Dad needs to give us some privacy. He should understand, I mean he has an imprint too.
"Well, I, well we better go to the police, kid. We have to show them the evidence on Ailish to prove that you only killed him in self-defense."
My Dad took my arm in his hand, and studied me. His eyes widened, "You don't have a scratch on you, Ail."
I was shocked. But I could've sworn he slapped me in the face. Wouldn't I have a bruises from that? And even though it didn't hurt, he gripped my arms tight enough to leave even more bruises.
"Um, Ail, can I talk to Taylor for a second?"
I tightened my jaw. Being away from Taylor for one second while knowing he could be taken away from me forever, was painful.
"Fine," I walked out the door and shut it. I was always too nosy, so I put my ear to the door, and only heard parts of their conversation.
"I think she's turning soon."
"Why so? "
"Well, look at the evide—"
Suddenly the door opened, and I fell to the floor. Taylor looked down at me and smirked. I blushed; getting caught in the act of eavesdropping was extremely embarrassing.
Taylor helped me up and led me down the stairs to my Mom and Olivia. Olivia gave me daggers. I always knew she was jealous of the bond Taylor and I had; she couldn't understand it.
Taylor kissed me on my cheek before he walked back upstairs. I was uttermostly curious about what they were talking about. What did my Dad mean when he said, 'I think she's turning soon.'?
I laughed out loud. Maybe I would turn crazy.
My sister and my Mom both looked at me like I was crazy. Ha! I will be when and if Taylor leaves.
"Honey, why don't you sit down?"
"Okay," I moved like I was a robot to the couch. What would I do without him? Gosh, I kept thinking the same things over and over again. I was too much of a worry wart.
I turned on the T.V. and started to watch some cooking show. That reminded me how hungry I was.
"Mom, I'm hungry."
"We have some leftover pizza from the other day. Want that?"
"Sure."
"How many pieces?"
"How many do we have left?"
"Four."
"I'll eat all of them."
"You sure that's not too many?"
"Yup."
I glanced at the corner of my eye and I realized Olivia was staring at me
"What are you looking at?"
She came and sat a foot away from me and looked me in the eyes, "Are you in love with Taylor?"
Why did she care? She hated me, unless she could get something out of me: like dressing me up, for example.
I fakely smiled wide, "Yeah, I do."
"How do you know it's love? What is it like?"
Déjà vu suddenly hit me. I heard my words playing back in my head from when I was six, '"Since, you are older than me, and more…experienced I think is the word, well what is love like?"'
"It can't be explained. It's not something simple and easy like you think it is. Whenever I'm away from him I feel—lost. Like, he took part of me with him; I'm his other half. Everytime he touches me, I feel the best part of me being touched," Olivia heard another meaning in my last sentence and raised her eyebrow up at me, "No, not that 'part,' I meant my heart. When we…"
I abruptly stopped. I realized I was telling her about my imprint love, not normal love. I bit my lip and turned away from her to the T.V.
"Wow, I didn't know you guys were that deep."
"What is that supposed to mean?" I almost growled. Wait, growled?
It was none of her business anyway. Why did she care about my personal life?
"Nothing, bad. It
just sounds like you guys are like this," she intertwined her
pointer finger and middle finger together, "I kind of guessed
you were that
close with him. To be honest, I'm jealous.
Jealous that you have someone that special to you and I don't."
I wasn't flabbergasted. I already knew she was, "Don't be. I know for sure one day you'll find someone like I have," I doubted it in my head, though.
"Your pizza's done."
I got up swiftly and sat down at our table. That was a really awkward conversation with my sister.
I finished my delicious four pieces of pepperoni pizza and saw Taylor walking down the stairs.
I ran into his warm—well hot—comfortable arms, and felt myself at ease. He tilted my chin up and touched my nose. I giggled and hugged him.
"You look exhausted, honey, get some sleep," Taylor said
"Not if you leave me I won't."
"Mr. Tutuni, can we go to the police after she falls asleep?"
"Sure, kid."
Taylor towed me up the stairs and into my room. I laid
down on my back in
my bed, with Taylor at my side. I cuddled up
in his arms and sighed in contentment, "Love you."
"Love you too. I promise, I'll love you forever, no matter what happens. And I'll be with you, always," he whispered
I barely cared—well, I did—if Taylor might go to jail. Taylor was here, with me, at this moment. Nothing else mattered if that was real.
