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Chapter Two
Mine Now
I lasted about an hour before I started pacing Seth's tiny home. I lasted another hour of pacing before I started deep cleaning. He was still fixing the place up, so the windows still had tape on them from when he bought them and the floor boards still needed to be nailed to the wall. Since I was still so agitated from the whole day, I worked for hours.
The floor boards were on.
The curtains were hung.
The hole in the roof was plastered.
The tiny kitchen was painted.
I would have waxed the hard wood floors if my idiot werewolf actually had some floor wax in the house.
When most of the visible projects were finished I cleaned up the mess I made.
Then when the floors were swept and mopped, the windows were sparkly, the trash bins were loaded with shit and the kitchen was free of tape.
It was one in the morning and I was still wired and Seth still wasn't home. I started moving the furniture around.
I might only be a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet but I know how to haul it around to move furniture.
The dining room was to the left of the entry and the living room to the right. The dining room table was fine where it is, so I didn't move that. The couch and two recliners in the living room were placed awkwardly on the walls, so I moved them all around so they were all facing the fire place and actually hung up all of the posters he had framed for his place.
He's had this place for years and he still hasn't taken the time to actually do anything with it.
Another thing he does that pisses me off, he hardly ever does anything for himself.
Once I was done with the living area, I wasn't quite ready to go near the bathroom, I decided to work on his bedroom. The bed room is a loft over the kitchen and dining room that looks over the living room. Since it's so small there is only a king size box spring and one bedside table as well as a few pieces of wood that are supposed to assemble to make a bed frame.
I stopped and looked at the pieces of wood. I could put it together, it would be hard and I might break something and if I did Seth would be irritated. He seems to think I am a dainty little girl that couldn't move a glass of water without help, so if he comes back to find his solid wood bed frame completely put together with only me in the house, he might get all upset.
Then again, if I don't keep my hands busy I will go crazy and destroy the house, then I'll build it all over again. So, he's just gonna have to deal with me building the bed he's never gotten around to building.
It took hours to actually get the frame standing but the screws still weren't tight and I had to get the box spring in before I could tighten them all the way. I was actually starting to get tired as the sun started to rise. The mattress was propped up against the wall so, I couldn't sleep on that, and finishing it was out of the question because I was so tired I would fuck something up. I resigned myself to sleep on the couch.
I changed into one of Seth's shirts, his black muscle shirt that fitted so nicely on him, and lay down on the couch with his comforter. The love seat was big enough to fit my five-foot-three frame with a lot of room to spare. Sometimes, its nice being skinny.
I was still buzzing from left over energy but being cuddled in the blankets was soothing and I fell asleep within half an hour.
When I woke up the next morning nothing was different. The traps I set up on the windows and doors, syrup and Pam, hadn't been disturbed so Seth was still out sulking in the woods.
I grew more impatient by the minute.
I mean, I couldn't have hurt him that bad, he was just being over dramatic!
Oh who was I joking? I was a cold hearted bitch, he's not coming back for a few days, if ever. And the screwed up part is it's not even because of what I said, it's because of what he did, did to me. Fucked up, right? He's like the biggest masochist ever.
I cleaned up my traps and started moving for the bathroom, then stopped.
No woman had stepped foot in that bathroom for months. It was pure bachelor territory. It would most likely be disgusting. I ran back to the kitchen and grabbed a rag and cleaning solution and opened the bathroom door wearily.
Instead of finding the bathroom coated in germs, I found it half finished! The sink wasn't even hooked up. The shower was half tiled and the head was dangling from the wall and the curtain rod wasn't up.
The toilet however, was fine, thank the heavens. I gave it a good wipe down before I used it then started working on the bathroom. I needed a shower and the shower needed to be finished.
I fixed the shower head first, it wasn't all that hard. Then the shower curtain, again very simple task. I left the hardest for last. I hate tiling, I've done it before as a summer job and I was good, but I hated it. It was tedious and if you screwed up you had a lot of work to fix it.
It took me an hour to finish all the tiles in the bathroom, and another twenty minutes to thoroughly clean it. Once that was taken care of I took a leisurely shower, not having to worry about using all of the hot water, since there was no one else to use it.
After my shower I changed and started doing laundry. Its common knowledge that Seth hates doing laundry and would rather just buy new clothes than to actually wash them and by the looks of things, he hasn't washed anything in two or three months.
I separated everything, then I had to split those piles in half and they were still almost too big for the washer. I tried not to get pissy and focus on the laundry, not on the fact that Seth is a lazy a-hole!
This is never going to work.
I picked up my cell phone after I was able to crawl out of the depths of the laundry room and called Dana. She always knows how to set me straight.
"Alright Jelly Bean you've got twenty minutes until I get to class, go." She said sounding unfocused.
"I really hurt Seth and he left and now I'm staying at his place to wait for him, but the more I have to wait the angrier I get and by the time he gets back here I'm going to hurt him again and this cycle is never going to end." I explained hastily.
"Think about everything you want to talk to him about, get it all straight in your head and find a way to say it, not scream it." She answered quickly and knowingly.
"What if that doesn't work? I'm almost done fixing his house, there's nothing else to hold my attention." I countered quickly.
"Try and steal cable from the bears." She offered sarcastically. "I know this is new for you Willa, but its time for you to suck up everything and be selfless, just imagine how he's feeling right now." She said sternly, her chiding-motherly tone kicking in.
I thought about it for a second. Just thinking about what it would be like to have him act that way toward me for so long with the feelings he has made my heart twist uncomfortably. "That's depressing and mean." I mumbled.
"Exactly," She said knowingly. "The next time you start getting angry, think about everything he's going through." She ordered.
"Alright," I muttered defeatedly.
"Good luck Jelly Bean, call me after you see him." She said hopefully.
"'Kay," I said tiringly.
"Bye," She said sweetly.
"Bye," I repeated weakly. The line went dead seconds later.
It's pathetic how well she is at laying the guilt trips on me.
So I did what she said, every time I started getting angry I thought about what he was going through. I cried a few times, well tears leaked more like. I just wanted him back so I could apologize while I was capable of doing so. It's always been hard for me to apologize especially when I know I'm at fault.
It's a stupid flaw of mine. I get it from my father. And his father and all of the Asher males ever in history. It sucks.
So, I did the only thing I could do, laundry and clean and think about Seth's pain every time I got angry.
Hopefully it will keep me sane until he comes back…
Three days. That's how long he took before strolling back to his shack in the woods. Three-fucking-days alone in the middle of the forest with nothing but the animals and the bugs to keep me company.
He was so lucky he had that pained look on his face when he came in, because it reminded me that I wanted to apologize. Not kill him.
He was half naked and covered in dirt and new scars which alarmed me because they didn't get scars unless they had really deep cuts. His hair was wild and clumped with leaves and specks of dirt. He had his hands in his pockets and a sad look on his face. "Hey," He mumbled.
I opened my mouth to say something and I could taste a yell on my tongue. I stopped and thought about what I wanted to say. So, I tried to word another apology.
Didn't work, another scream-fest formed in my head. God, I really am a bitch.
He watched me the whole time, just waiting, his body already curled into a wincing position. I thought about the pain he was feeling and I felt tears prick my eyes and I ran at him.
I didn't hit him, or tackle him to the ground. I jumped on him and hugged him as tight as my tiny little arms could.
His arms caught me and held me just as tight. "I'm sorry I'm such a bitch." I muttered against his neck. He smelled like grass and river water. It was so very Seth.
"Wouldn't want you any other way." He whispered with a hint of happiness in his voice.
I unhooked my arms and legs from around him and he let me down and I looked up at him. "It's your own fault you could have avoided this whole mess if you actually told me when I found out, eight years ago." I said as a matter of factly.
"Forgive me, I wanted to try and give you a normal life." He said dryly.
"You idiotic wolf." I said shaking my head. "I'm friends with two vampires and a half human-half vampire cretin and let's not start on my werewolves. Normal was never in my cards." I counted off on my hands, giving him raised brow.
He thought it over for a minute before nodding. "Your right. I was wrong." He conceded with a little bow.
"Damn straight." I said proudly. It's always nice to hear you're right when you know you are in fact, right.
He smiled and chuckled a little bit and I couldn't help but noticed how he quickly changed back to my old Seth with a simple laugh. He glanced from me for a second and to the kitchen and looked like he wanted to say something but was stunned by the fact that the kitchen was done. He surveyed the rest of his house and his jaw dropped a little more with every seconded. "What did you do to my house?" He asked in shock.
"I finished it." I said smiling.
"I leave for three days and you do months worth of work." He said surprisingly, looking at the walls and the floor boards.
"Well, what was I supposed to do? You don't have cable and your taste in movies sucks." I complained.
"Tell me you didn't put the bed together?" He asked seriously, looking up at the loft.
"Duh, it was done by the second morning." I answered defiantly.
"Willa! That's three hundred pounds of wood!" He yelled frustrated.
"Uh, all together!" I pointed out, yelling. Dana didn't say anything about yelling at him when he yelled at me first. That's my story and I'm sticking with it…
"Yeah, and you've had two hernia's since you were eight and the other two when you were younger. Would you like another two days in the hospital?" He asked deadpanned.
"I didn't give myself another hernia." I said rolling my eyes at his dramatist role. "Honestly, I learned from the other four." I said flippantly, waving my hand casually.
"I'd strangle you if I wouldn't miss you." He muttered as he stalked into the kitchen and started making something, rather roughly. Ah, it's always nice to frustrate him.
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