I have finally gotten rid of my writers block and I'm now aiming to finish off my second story and start wrapping this one up so it doesn't drag out.
Mental pain is far worse than physical
Putting it lightly, Matt ended up with a torn shoulder and I ended up with a bite mark on my rump. He had been meaning to do more before he realised I was not one of the boys and that was what had influenced me to rip his leg off. It didn't work because he had tackled me and pinned me to the ground, not hurting me but not allowing me to move. This pissed me off and for the next 10 minutes (I'm a slow learner, sue me) I struggled and bucked and did anything possible to get him off me. Matt started to enjoy himself and even pretended to get off a couple of times before leaping back onto me before I had a change to get up. The only thing that stopped his onslaught was when I growled and snapped at his face. This made him back up and sit on his bum, watching me as I finally got up and shook out my coat. With a grumble, I ran back to the bit I was patrolling, tolerating Matt running behind me and snapping at my heels. Finally it became too much. It's either you leave me alone or I will let that pretty face of yours meet a tree. Hard." I growled as I stopped and spun around.
"You think my face is pretty?" he replied, a smug grin on his lips.
"Figures, the only thing you hear out of that whole threat is pretty face"
"Ha I knew it, not even the cold hearted bitch can resist my stunning good looks for long" with this said, he strutted around like a peacock, shaking his mane and all round prancing. With a low chuckle at his spasticness, I continued on patrol. For the first time ever, I got along with Matt and we started talking about our lives before they collided. Matt told me about his girlfriend and how they got together, his family and all of his friends (pretty much including only the La Push gang). He told me about his life before and after the wolf gene had kicked in. in turn I told him about my friends and family, leaving out that they had died because I wasn't ready to share that, about my life back in California, about my pets and how I had gotten Max and the time I had finished, I had warmed up to Matt and had learned why he felt the need to be so cocky. He still didn't know why I got so defensive so fast but he knew not to pressure me. He also didn't ask about why I always seemed to only show one emotion.
The end of patrol brought with it relief but also sadness because talking to someone really helped me see what I had done. When I got home the first thing I decided to do was saddle up Molluka and go for a ride. As soon as I gave the signal, Max and Archie came running, bouncing over each other in their rush to get a pat first. I had put them in the back yard and told them to stay because otherwise they would have jumped the fence and followed me (something Max had done when he was a pup and something that had coaxed me into teaching him tricks). Riding Molluka brought a freedom that only running could bring. Molluka had been given to me as a little colt, ready to be trained but still wild. My father had watched how I had trained the brumbies on our farm and I had taken a special liking to the sleek, elegant black foal. The next day, he was separated from the herd and given to me. The first thing I had done was gained his trust and from than to train he was easy. Ever since than Molluka had been my pride and joy and no matter how busy I was, I always gave him attention at least once a day. Riding along the beach allowed me to really process the millions of thoughts running through my head and allow Archie and Max to tumble together down the hill and into the water. If you have ever seen a dog roll, you know it's one of the funniest things in life. They rolled their legs up close to their bodies and extended the necks so the whole width of them was straight than they would roll and to watch them was hilarious. Suddenly I heard a chuckle behind me as Matt approached. "Glad to see Archie coming such a long way". I grinned back at him before nodding towards he dogs.
"Thanks for getting him for me. I guess I never thanked you when you came over and brought him" I smile a sheepish smile at him.
"All good. It was either here or to some person I didn't know"
"Wait what do you mean?" I asked, the confusion written all over my face as I looked quizzically up at him.
"His my dogs puppy. She had a litter of 3 and Archie was the only boy. The other two went easily enough cause they were white but for some reason only one guy wanted him. He looked like he wanted to eat poor Archie and that's when I realised you had Max and could probably have him so you got him." I stood there with my mouth hanging open, not sure whether to be offended that I was only chosen because there was no one else or to be flattered that he remembered. When Archie came and whined next to my leg, I chose to be flattered because no matter what the circumstances I still got Archie and that's what mattered. With a smile, I looked down at Matt and smiled (I was still on my horse, never gotten off).
"Thanks for him, at least now Max has a buddy instead of by himself." With a smile I started to dismount when I saw Penelope coming running down the beach with a tiny pair of shorts and a bikini on. She started running straight over and I stopped in my dismount, resting my knee on my horses back as I looked down at Matt. His face was expressionless as he turned to look at her and I held back a grimace as she launched herself into his arms as he caught her and spun her around to her giggling. I decided to leave when she bent down and kissed him, a feeling of anger and jealousy as I watched and righted myself. With one last look I called my dogs and kicked Molluka into a gallop, something I never did unless I really wanted to go and Molluka knew that, instantly lengthening his stride and running down the beach, Archie and Max on either side. Tears streamed down my face as I realised he never liked me, he never wanted to be with me. I was there for when he had no body else. The tears flew back with the wind, disappearing before they could be seen. Molluka ran straight home where I got off, patted him and took his bridle off before running to my room and slamming the door. Tears were streaming down my face and I felt a wet tongue lick my hand. With a quick shake, I pushed Archie off me and pushed my face further into the pillow. I will cry tonight but this is the only time I will ever cry for such an asshole I thought as I let the tears fall.
They lasted until midnight when I finally feel into an exhausted sleep. The next morning I woke up in time to have a quick shower and if I hurried, a quick breakfast. By the time I was ready, I was already 2 minutes late and Embry hadn't turned up. I was wearing my usual shorts and short with my skater shoes and I couldn't be bothered running so I ran out to the yard and saddled up Molluka. This was bound to be interesting I though drily as I jumped on and whistled for Archie and Max and started running through the woods to school. The dodging and weaving of the path added a sense of excitement as I did my best not to come off. We galloped the whole way with the dogs running into the bush every now and then to chase after rabbits. By the time I got to school, my eyes were bright and the adrenaline pumping through my veins added a sense of excitement. Jumping off I unsaddled and hid the gear in a nearby hollow tree before patting Molluka and giving the command to stay. I knew Molluka would hang around, munching at anything and everything while Max ad Archie would stay and wait, occasionally chasing something that went past and perked its interest. Today sadly I didn't have patrol so I had to stay at the hell hole all day as did Matt. With one more deep breath I walked out of the woods and towards the gates. "Hey Eve wait up" a voice called behind. A voice that I would forever remember and detest. I picked up my pace slightly, not wanting to be caught somewhere where he could stop me and try and talk me into adoring him again. That's when he reached out an arm and grabbed me. "What do you want" I snarled as I spun to face him, a look of pure hatred on my face. With a look of surprise he let me go and I turned around and started to run towards school because at the moment, that was the better option. I could feel the tears prickling in my eyes as I ran and I could only hope that no one saw them. Suddenly two large arms encased me and when I looked up, I couldn't have been happier. At least I knew that whatever happened, he would always be there for me.
Aaaaaaannnnnnnnnd it's a cliff hanger! =) don't get mad but I find it the easiest way to get a response out of you and I'm not anything if not lazy so press the little review button and by tomorrow I shall have another chapter up and waiting =)
