What'sThat Supposed To Mean? - 25

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Chapter 25

I felt like I had no air, like it left with that one last exhale. My eyes filled with tears and I just felt how a part of me crashed and fell down. Uncle J was in a coma. He could die...? I threw my arms around Mason, hugging him hard. He hugged me back and I struggled to not let my tears fall down. Uncle John was like a second father to me. He was my second father. I knew that someone would get hurt, I knew it.

I pulled back from the hug, putting my hand on Mason's cheek. “Is everyone here?”

He nodded, letting me in. I walked in to the living room on my right, seeing all the brothers their except for Noah, with blank, pale faces. I hugged each and one of them, not saying a word. No word would make them feel better right now. Their father could die, no one knew if he would or when he would. That's the worst part.

“Samantha?”

I turned around, seeing my father and hurried over to him. I hugged him hard, burying my face in his chest. My father was devestated. His one and only true, life long, best friend and brother. I felt like punching a wall and then a person and then just continue to punch something, anything, until my hands fell off. This wasn't fair, this was wrong.

“Are you okay? Why did you do that! You could've died!” he said in a low worried voice, though I could see that his eyes were empty for Uncle John. I didn't want to cry, not here. I had to make sure they were all here and that they were alright.

Well, as alright as they can get in a situation like this.

“Dad,” I interrupted when I saw that he was about to continue. “I'm sorry but I'm here now. Please, don't worry about that, you have too much going on right now. Please, sit down. I'm going to check on Noah. Is he upstairs?”

My father nodded. He gave me another hug before I left and a kiss on the forehead.

“I'm sorry, dad,” I said, referring to Uncle John. He just nodded, looking down.

I hurried up the stairs, my heart breaking over the news. My tears were threathing to just spill and I knew that if I let them, I would sob. The Black brothers didn't need this right now. I walked over to Noah's room and slowly opened the door.

He was pacing, back and forth, hands in his hair. He looked lost, scared and confused. I fought back more tears that were building up and shut the door behind me. I stood there, watching him. Suddenly, making me jump, he had grabbed a pillow from his bed and threw it at the wall with a growl. I pushed back the tears, even though I knew that they were going to come out anytime now.

“Noah,” I whispered, trying not to scare him. He hadn't noticed that I came in. He stopped pacing, looked at me and with a deep sigh, fell down on the bed in a sitting position, shoulders slumped down. He just sat there and looked at me with the most hurting eyes. I wanted to cry for both of us.

I walked over to him, taking his hand in mine and pressed our foreheads together.

I had no words, no soothing words. I wasn't going to tell him that “it will be alright” because I didn't know that. I hated when people said things like that in situations like these, it was such bullshit and I know that Noah hated it. Instead, we just sat there close together on his bed.

“I was such a disappointment,” Noah whispered, his forehead still pressed against mine, our hands entwined. He continued. “I knew how much he hated my behavior but I couldn't help it. And when I saw how mad he was at me all the time at the beginning, I became even worse, to provoke. I was stupid and an arrogant, cold idiot.”

I wasn't going to say anything, he'd feel better if he could just talk it all out.

“But then they all got used to it, to me. I stopped caring. Something was missing, which I've realized was you. But my father... Oh how disappointed he was. The worst thing for a kid is to know that his parents are disappointed in him. I shut it all off, no feelings, no emotions. It was much easier that way.”

“And then you came,” he whispered, tears filling his beautiful sad eyes. “And with time, I started changing. Everyone noticed it. And then we found out we were mates and I started changing even more. Samantha... what if he won't be here to see me become a better person?” His voice cracked at the end and my heart broke in a million pieces. I could feel what he was feeling through our mate-bond, his sadness, his rage, his emptiness.

“I haven't told him I love him... in over six years. I haven't even looked at him properly. He... he can't leave without hear-hearing me first.”

Tears were silently and slowly running down his cheeks and that was the first time I had seen Noah cry. And I cried with him. I put my arms around him, moving closer to him. He hugged me back hard, burying his face between my neck and my shoulder, his body softly shaking from crying.

I sat there with him all night, in the same position, both of us silently crying.

It was almost three in the morning when Noah moved. He sat up from our embrace and blinked once, letting out a deep sigh. I had never seen him like this, this vunerable, this sad, this broken. And Uncle John hadn't even... God forbid, passed away. But he could and Noah was freaking out about it. My heart was literally broken about this whole situation and for all the brothers.

“Do you want some water?” I asked, whispering. The house was quiet everyone was probably in their beds. Though I doubted thatn they could sleep right now. Noah shook his head.

“I'll get it,” he mumbled, starting to get up. I held him down, getting up.

“Sit down,” I said. “I'll get it for you.”

He just gave me a thankful look and I tiptoed quietly down to the kitchen, pouring him some water. I sighed, shaking my head. Uncle John was going to be alright. He was going to be just fine – he had to. He had to fight to stay alive. He couldn't just leave us, especially his sons.

I felt more tears building up and I clenched my jaw, biting them back. No need for crying, Samantha, he'll be fine. I took the glas of water and tiptoed back up to Noah's room. He was still sitting on the bed, leaning back on the wall that the bed was pushed against. I gave him the glas and he drank quietly as I went back to sit by him.

I took his free hand in mine, holding it there. It was comforting for both of us and I wanted him to know that he wasn't alone in this.

He put the glas down on he bedside table and turned to me. He took my face in his hands.

“Samantha,” he whispered. “Are you okay? Arianna? How did you get out?”

What was he-? Oh right. I had been “kidnapped” earlier. Felt like that was ages ago.

“We're fine. It wasn't really a kidnapping, it was a... protection kidnapping, if I put it that way. But I'll explain in the morning, get some sleep, Noah.”

“No, tell me now. I won't be able to sleep anyways.” He grabbed hold of my waist and lifted me over on his lap so that my legs were on each side of him. I sighed.

“Well, the man that “kidnapped” me,” I said, doing quotation marks, “is Howard Warren. His son Jack was there, too and apparently it's Liz Warren's ex husband and her son.”

“Wait, Liz Warren? That guy's mom? The one that went out with you?”

“Mhm, that one,” I muttered, regretting ever agreeing on that date. “She took the two kids, Tyler and Jennifer, years ago, and left after a fight with Howard. Jack was with his father so he was left behind but she didn't really seem to care, now that I think about it. Anyways, to put it short and simple, Tyler doesn't have a mate, she's gone crazy about it, looking for one and unfortunately she's decided to kidnap me and force me into mating with him. That's about it.”

I tried to ignore the fact that Noah's jaw was clenched and that his eyes had darkened in anger.

“Oh,” I said. “And Howard let us go with protection. He has people watching me everywhere and making sure that our territory is safe. Liz might strike any day now, he said.”

By now, Noah had a murderous look on his face and didn't say a word. He was pretty much fuming. I mean, I knew he'd be angry, I just waited for him to say something.

“I'm going to kill them. I'm going to fucking rip their heads off,” he spat quietly, since we were still whispering. “How dare she?!”

“I know right,” I said, trying to take it lightly since he was taking it not so lightly. If I would act like him right now, he'd probably get even more angry and explode, but if he was the only one fuming right now, it... well, I don't know, it might balance it out, heck I'm just saying something. He'll probably explode anyway.

“Noah,” I said, taking his face in my hands. “Stop. Calm down, relax, breathe. Just breathe and relax. It's going to be fine. I don't need you worrying about this now, planning on how to get revenge. I don't need that for you. Please. Just calm down and don't think about it. You have too much going on right now, this isn't as important.”

“Isn't as important?! Have you lost your mind?” he hissed. “I have a lunatic that is going to try to force my mate into mating with someone else! I might lose my father, I am not losing you, too.”

“Noah! Don't say that. You don't know anything, he might be recovering as we speak.”

“Might, Samantha, might. I'm not going to sit and think that he'll be fine, because we don't know that.”

“It doesn't mean that you-” I sighed, looking down. “Ugh, I'm sorry. I'm yelling at you and you don't need that. I just don't want you to go crazy because of all these thoughts that you have.”

Noah smiled a small smile.

“I may not need yelling but I need you. So whether you yell or not, I want you to be here. And I won't go crazy because I'll have you making sure I won't.”

“You bet I will,” I muttered with a smile. I hugged him, snaking my arms around his waist and resting my head on his chest. “I will always be here for you, don't ever forget that.”

“I know you will. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I smiled up at him, my heart aching at how true those word actually are. The moonlight was shining straight into his room, on half his face. He was beautiful and he was mine. I sat up straighter and locked my legs behind his back, hugging him, my arms around his neck.

I wanted to be close to him, to feel his chest against mine, his heart beating together with mine. It was such a good feeling to have someone that I loved and that I trusted my life with. And it felt even better to know that he felt exactly the same.

His arms went around my waist and he pressed me hard against him.

“Mmmmm, this is so cozy,” he whispered as he squeezed me. I laughed quietly, hearing the smile on his face. Cozy was not a word Noah used. “No seriously, this is unusually nice.”

I laughed again, pulling back a little to look at him.

“It's because you're doing it with me,” I said, grinning.

“You got that right,” he said with a smirk and squeezed me again. “You what's also good and not good about this little cozy moment?”

“Good and not good? Hmm, what?”

“Your ass is pretty much killing me down there. The warrior is hurting.””

I burst out laughing, covering my mouth with my hands to be quiet. I pushed myself quickly up, standing on the bed now, my legs still on either side of him.

“I'm sorry. You want me to sit differently?”

“Are you kidding me? Sit your fine ass back down here.” He pulled me back down into the same position with a smirk.

“The Warrior? Really?” I said, trying not to laugh.

“What?” Noah defended. “That guy is a great warrior. He always wins.” He smirked and I shook with laughter. I shook my head at him, not opening my mouth because if I did, I'd wake up the whole territory with my laughter.

“You are unbelievable. You are not calling him a warrior.”

“Yes I am, he deserves the title,” Noah whined.

I grinned, a plan forming in my head. I slightly brushed my behind agianst his “warrior” - it was the funniest thing I've heard in a long long time, my God – back and forth, waiting for his reaction.

“Um... Sam...” Noah looked at me with scared and confused eyes, his breathing slightly ragged. “What are you doing?”

“Hm? What do you mean?” I asked innocently, still rubbing my ass against him. This was too funny, torturing him. He was a sex-crazed maniac, this one, and I knew this was killing him.

“What are you- Oh my God,” he breathed, staring at me with wide eyes, half glaring. “Samantha! Are you serious? I don't think you know how much this hurts for us guys.”

“Oh, trust me, I know,” I whispered flirtly, smirking. He was excited, no doubt about that, if you know what I mean. I smirked at Noah who had a pained expression on his face and suddenly he grabbed my hips, holding me down.

“Sam...” he warned.

I laughed out loud, covering my mouth once again to be quiet.

“Fine,” I said, giving him a quick kiss. I turned around and leaned back against his chest. He put his arms around my waist, and held me there, chin resting on my head. Something really awkward was pressing against the lower of my back and I held back laughter.

“Um... Noah?”

“Mhm..?”

“Your... um... Warrior is harassing me.”

Noah's chest slowly shook as he laughed. “Whose fault is that? You're the one who made him like this.”

I grinned. “I know.”

I shut my eyes, suddenly feeling really tired. We were going to face another hard day in a few hours. I wanted to avenge the other pack that had attacked us. If it weren't for them, my Uncle John wouldn't be in the situation that he was in.

“We should get some sleep,” I whispered, turning to look at him. Noah nodded, giving me a long soft kiss. He pulled back and we layed down on his pillow. I moved as close as I could get to him and we embraced each other, quickly falling asleep.