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"Shit." Steph swore; Paul rolled off and tried to get her some clothes. They heard a large bang as the wolf ran head first into the front door; Steph was terrified. Paul grabbed one of his tee shirts and stuffed it over her head while he tried to button up his cut-offs. Steph ran out of the room and into the living room where a jet back wolf stood heaving and snarling at her.
Paul came out to her and pushed her behind him in a protective stance; the wolf snarled threateningly at him now.
"Stop it!" She screamed as tears leaked from her eyes; Jamal didn't listen, he just stood there and continued to growl, now he was foaming from the mouth like a savage beast. Paul pulled his head back a little,
"Whatever happens, don't phase." He ordered; she looked up at him questionably before he broke away from her and ran for the door before phasing in his front yard. Jamal turned and followed him outside. Steph followed closely behind just in time to see her dad throw her boyfriend into a tree, successfully breaking it in half, Steph shrieked; Paul whined lightly as he hit it but stood up like the dominant male he was. Steph could see that his back paw was injured and she felt it; she could actually feel his pain.
"STOP! LEAVE HIM ALONE!" She screeched; her dad didn't even look at her. He just charged towards Paul who stood like a lemon while he butted him into another tree with his muzzle. Steph shook her head as her hands fumbled to her neck; she removed her necklace and carefully tossed it onto his couch before exploding just like Paul told her not to.
Stop! – Steph.
She was so mad, she couldn't control herself; she let out a pained howl to alert the rest of the pack before charging towards Jamal. Sam, Jared and Embry phased in but didn't say a word; they just ran towards the scene.
Steph, stop – Paul.
Even his thinking voice was weak; Steph growled louder as she jumped on her dad dug her claws deep into his back. He whined loudly before falling to the ground.
Fuck! – Jamal.
She ran to Paul's side and nudged him with her muzzle with a whine.
Why didn't you fight back? – Steph.
She could see his injuries, his leg was broken and something internal was wrong with his torso.
I told you not to phase – Paul.
Steph lay down next to him and began to lick his face.
You sunk your claws into my back to save him? – Jamal.
Her dad stood up and faced them; still snarling.
Move aside Stephanie – Jamal.
Steph stood and snarled back at him; he stepped back in shock.
Leave us alone – Steph.
Steph, stop – Paul. He was holding on to this form; he was too weak, sooner or later he'd phase back involuntarily.
No – Steph.
She growled at her dad. The rest of the pack arrived.
You need to relax Jamal – Sam.
Embry teetered to Steph's side and stood with her; he licked her muzzle for support. Paul snarled and tried to bite his ankles.
She went home with him Sam… and they were gonna… - Jamal.
He couldn't even finish the sentence; anger took over his body again and he tried to lunge at Paul.
Stop it! – Sam.
Jamal showed the rest of the pack what had happened.
After walking out of the meeting he sat outside for some air, he realised that he could still partially hear what was going on so he went for a drive. By the time he returned, the meeting was over so he thought he'd go home…. But when he got there, Steph was nowhere to be found.
So he got back in his car and just thought for a moment; one thing came to his mind one too many times. She couldn't have gone home with him, could she? No, his daughter wasn't that irresponsible. By the time he snapped out of it, he found himself driving towards Paul's house; he wished he was wrong.
As soon as he opened the car door, the moans and groans coming from the house flipped his lid and that was it. Anger boiled in him again as he lunged for Paul once more.
You son of a bitch – Jamal
He snapped at Sam and desperately tried to bypass him only to be blocked by Jared.
Jamal you have to calm down – Sam
Shut up! – Jamal
He lunged again; Steph whined and moved closer to Paul. She couldn't understand why her dad was doing all this; why did he want to hurt them so much?
Im sorry to do this… Jamal, just phase out– Sam
Steph looked away as Sam, Embry and Jared phased back too and carried her dad away into the forest. She let out a breath and turned to Paul; he was human now; she whined and lowered her back.
"Baby, im fine. I jus…" Stephanie cut him off with a low growl, there was no use in arguing; she nudged his feet towards her back.
He grumbled before standing up tall and winced slightly when he put weight on his right foot; she tripped his left so he fell face first into her fur; she made sure he was on before trotting slowly towards the house, gently stepping over his front door which was now on the floor and into his bedroom where she laid him down carefully.
Paul grunted as he hit the bed. Steph phased back and began to cry into his large body hysterically; he hiked her up onto the bed and just let the tears fall, he knew that she needed it.
"I-Im so s-sorry." She sobbed; he exhaled loudly and pulled his light duvet from under them, throwing it over their unclothed bodies; he grunted as he leaned over, that hit in the gut with the tree was taking its tow and his leg hurt like a bitch. At least his super-healing would set in soon.
"It's not your fault babe." He told her; she seized crying immediately and sat up, using the sheet to cover her naked torso much to Paul's disappointment.
"Why weren't you protecting yourself?" She got up and searched through his closet for something to wear; she burrowed a dark blue tee shirt and just put her jeans on the bottom.
"Well?" Her voice was irritate, she hated to have to wait for answers; Paul stayed silent and looked elsewhere.
"God Damn it Paul! Speak to me!" She cried as she threw a piece of clothing at his head; of course he caught it mid-way then his eyes flew to hers.
"I deserved it, okay? I took the beating because I fucking deserved it." Steph exhaled a breath.
"…But your dad didn't deserve what you gave him." He continued; Steph shifted her weight.
"I was trying to protect you since you weren't doing anything…. Don't change the subject! Tell me why you deserved it!" She demanded.
"Because we almostfucked, okay? I said we were gonna wait and I went back on my words; it shouldn't have happened so I deserve more than the beating I got." Steph's body stiffened at his words. Was he saying he regretted it? It was silent in the room; Steph kept her eyes on her twiddling toes.
"Do you have a screw driver?" Paul looked up at her with an eye brow cocked; he was expecting some sort of shouting.
"Yeah, s'in the kitchen cupboard, why?" She left the room without another word and searched the kitchen for the tool; when she found it, she began to try and get the door back on its hinges. Luckily, her dad hadn't destroyed any of the metal or wood so it made her job quite easy.
When she was done, she sat down on Paul's couch in silence and brought her knees to her chest in an attempt to feel. She rarely felt anything without him now, though; she was in way too deep.
Paul limped from the bedroom and hovered in the living room doorway; his eyes burned holes into the back of the couch.
"You shouldn't be walking on it." Steph called; he hobbled over to the couch where he sat beside her. His hand reached out to her but she shrunk away from his touch; his jaw clenched tightly.
"Do you regret it Paul?" Her voice was fatigued and fragile; his eyes widened, he didn't realise that he had offended her.
"No baby, I could never regret anything I've done with you." He told her seriously; Steph raised her eyes to his for the first time.
"Then why did you stay that it shouldn't have happened?" He exhaled before kneeling down in front of her; she tried to stop him but he would have it.
"Stephanie, I didn't mean what you think I did, okay? I just meant that I shouldn't have taken advantage like that." He answered her; she looked up at him with narrowed eyes.
"Don't you get it? Im not a child, you weren't taking advantage of me. I wanted it… and to hear you say that it shouldn't have happened… hurt." Her voice broke on the last word; Paul swore under his breath and took hold of her hand.
"Stephanie, im sorry; I didn't realise that I made you feel that way. Im sorry." He told her; Steph laughed and ran her fingers through his short hair.
"It's okay." She whispered; she pulled him onto the couch with her.
"How's your leg?" She asked him; he smiled at her concern.
"Its fine babe, you don't have to worry about me; that's my job." Steph laughed as she got off the couch and walked into his kitchen; she wondered where he got the money for all of these things.
So she asked…
"Paul?" She called as she removed some cooked chicken and rice from the fridge, put it in a bowl and placed it in the microwave.
"Yeah, babe." He answered her.
"Where do you get the money for all this stuff?" She asked as she looked around the room.
"I have a job." He shrugged; her mouth fell open. He had never spoken about it with her.
"How do you have a job? When do you work? Where do you work?" She asked him; this was the first she'd heard of it. Paul chuckled at her expression.
"Well, you know the new houses they're building down near the edge of the Rez?" Stephanie thought back.
"Yeah." She answered.
"Well, I've been building it… along with loads of other guys." Steph smiled brightly; she had a man and he had a job.
"I usually work during the day on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays but I've been off for the last three weeks…" He trailed off.
"…Because of me." She finished for him; he was skipping work just to look after her.
"But I'm going back next Monday." He told her; her face fell slightly.
"Right." She answered simply; Paul wished that he could stay with her twenty four seven… but he couldn't if he wanted to provide for her. Shit, he was already thinking about providing. He was seriously whipped.
Steph removed the food from the microwave and placed it on his small table; she walked through to help him but he held his hand up.
"Im fine babe…. Don't fuss." He laughed as he got up with a grunt and stood tall as he walked over to the table. She smiled at him; he was so brave. She walked after him when she remembered something and turned to the second couch where her necklace lay peacefully.
She smiled again as she picked it up and placed it back around her neck. When she walked through to the kitchen Paul noticed that she was wearing it; he smiled proudly and got an idea. Steph saw the thoughtful look in his eyes,
"What?" She asked him; he shook his head.
"Nothing." He answered her; she nodded suspiciously and sat down in the seat next to him. She wasn't exactly sure what to do next.
"Aren't you hungry?" He asked as he shovelled more food into his mouth; she shook her head. He put his fork down.
"You sure? There's plenty of food." He offered; she shook her head again.
"Where do you get it anyway?" She asked him; he smiled.
"Some of it's from Emily but I cook the rest." He replied; her eyes widened.
"You can cook? Seriously?" She asked incredulously; he laughed.
"Don't sound so surprised." She laughed this time.
"Well at least you can cook…" She told him; his eyes rose.
"Toast is as far as it goes for me." Se told him; he shook his head in disbelief. Sadly, she was actually telling the truth.
"That's okay, I can cook for you." He told her; she smiled in response. Paul finished his dinner and she tried to take his bowl from him but he refused. She growled and stole it back,
"You cooked, the least I can do is the dishes."
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