Chapter 10

My eyes scanned around the lake carefully, the bright sunlight bouncing off the smooth, cool water and making the sight at least ten times more beautiful then when you saw it at night.

I took a deep breath of fresh air, and closed my eyes. Everything was so serene and peaceful at this very moment.

I feel a familiar hand rest on my wrist, and I open my eyes and look down on the persons hand.

My eyes travel up, and his blue eyes stare right back into mine. They are calm, pain free. The first time I've seen that in many, many years. Even when I tried to imagine it.

"Hey." He smiles softly at me, and I practically want to cry at hearing his voice so clearly.

I quickly pull him into my lap, and wrap my one of my arms around his waist, the other going through his blonde hair. My head is buried in his neck, my nose barely skimming over his mark.

"How are you?" He continues, wrapping his arms around me as well.

"I miss you so much. I'm so sorry." I practically plead for forgiveness.

He takes his hands and gently moves my head away from him, so I'm looking into his bright blue eyes again.

"Kyle, please don't hurt yourself over me." He says seriously.

I scan his face for any signs of dishonesty in his tone or expression, but I found none.

"But it's my fault." I swallow the lump forming in my throat. It's to hard to admit that he died right in front of him.

"What is your fault?" He tilts his head in confusion.

I close my eyes, shaking my head. I can't admit it to him. Not that it was because of me that he died the way he did. How I wasn't more patient with him, and my last words to him before he was brutally murdered.

I feel something wet trickle down onto my hands. My eyes snap open, and I almost scream when his throat is slowly turning scarlet in front of me.

"No! No you cant fucking do this to me!" I shout, and try to apply pressure to his throat.

My attempts are futile though. They always are. The wound just gets worse, the red grows darker and larger, the energy leaves his body.

I lay him down and hover over him carefully, frantically still trying to save whatever I have left of him.

I feel a small hand on my wrist, and I turn around to see who it is, because it's surely not my dying mate.

But the person is gone.

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I jerk awake, my chest heaving for air.

I frantically look around the dark room, my eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness.

I attempt to fully sit up, knowing I would not be able to fall asleep after a nightmare again. But I feel a heavy arm around my waist that keeps me from sitting up properly.

My eyes widen. Memories quickly flood back into my mind. After all, I didn't get too wasted.

I carefully turn around, and bite my lip when I see Ransoms sleeping face behind me. My back was previously pressed against his bare chest, and our legs were entwined.

I look down at myself, and internally groan when I see I am also shirtless.

I carefully move Ransoms arm from around my waist, slipping out of the bed quietly.

I mentally scold myself as it hurts to bend down to pick up my boxers. Still tender down there. Fuck. But nonetheless, I continue to quietly dress myself and make my way out of his bedroom before I can have a full blown anxiety attack to wake him up.

I'm just surprised I didn't scream at all during my nightmare. That would've been really bad for the both of us to wake up too.

I find my bag that I had brought with me, and quickly rummage through it for my medication. I begin to curse myself out silently when I can't find it.

"No no no no, fuck! This can't be happening!" I quickly try to find my medication, but give up after a few minutes when it was clear that I had left it at my house.

This is bad. This is really, really bad.

I sit back further into the couch that I was on. I try to slow down my breathing for a few minutes, but barely manage to control it.

I hear footsteps coming down the hallway, and Ransom comes into view, pulling a shirt over his head. I manage to glimpse a few small tattoos here and there on his torso until it was covered by his black t-shirt.

"What happened?" He grumbles, still clearly dazed by how early it is and the fact that he's awake.

"What?" I feign confusion, as I really would rather not talk about what just happened between us.

He rubs his brown eyes, and he seems to be more awake and aware after he does so. He looks at me, then my bag, and all of the messy items coming out of it.

"Nightmare again?" Ransom crosses his arms over his chest, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

"No." I quickly dismiss with a wave of my hand, and begin to bend down and put thing back into my bag, but not without a small wince of pain from my backend.

He rushes to help, and I swat his hands away. "Don't." I firmly tell him, as I put the rest of my belongings in my bag, and zip it shut.

I stand back up slowly, hoping I don't give to much of what happened between us away. Because we won't ever speak of this again.

Ransom seemed to notice my struggle though to get up, and he tenses.

"Kyle, did we..." he trails off, raising one of his hands to point at me, and then slowly to him.

I look away from him, not sure if I'm ashamed about this or not.

"Kyle." He demands.

"Ransom." I snap back, trying to hold back anxious tears from falling. I can't cry in front of him. Don't you dare do it Kyle.

He hesitates, like he's remembering something, and then runs his hands through his long, messy black hair. "Fucking hell." He mutters to himself.

"I'm gonna go." I barely manage to say, and sling my bag over my shoulder.

I limp my way over to his door, both from my leg and from my back, before he speaks again.

"I'm not gay, you know." He calls, clearly frustrated.

I roll my eyes. Tell that to the pain in my back you little bitch.

"Sure. Whatever floats your boat Ransom." I shrug, clearly defeated after the mixed emotions from tonight.

I quickly walk out of his apartment before he can say another word to me. If I thought I couldn't stand to be around him before tonight, man was I wrong.

I stumble over to my car, and I'm out of breath before I even reach my car door. I quickly tumble inside, feeling frustrated and hot tears running down my face.

I quickly drive off, and quickly, away from his apartment. I want to avoid that entire building for the rest of my life now. I just want to avoid everyone for the rest of my life.

I'm too caught up in my thoughts to remember driving over to Jaden and Berkeleys place.

Jaden told me he was staying home, and that he didn't want to deal with Berkeleys family at the moment. Which I don't blame him, I never want to deal with in laws.

I also don't remember rushing up to his door and pounding on it like a maniac.

Jaden checked to see who was at his door at 4am, pounding like a murderer or whatever, through his window.

He quickly let me in and I collapsed in his arms.

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(Ayyye whats up?

Sorry about this long awaited update. I thought of a plot I liked much better than the one I currently have planned, so I need to rearrange my entire plan thing in my phone before I can continue on past this chapter.

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