My Secret Wolf [18+]

The Boyfriend

Pain... Anger.. Loneliness.. Hurt..

That's All I saw in those blacken pain filled eyes. "H-hi" I managed to stutter out. His features softened for a moment, but just a moment. He looked me into eyes and I didn't dare to look away. "Hello" he finally said back. I've heard his voice before but something about him talking to me that just makes me feel butterflies in my stomach. His voice was deep and soothing, I could see myself listening to it all night. We stared at each other for another moment before I heard Sammy clear his throat reminding me that him, Caleb, and Blake were still at the table. "Alec. I was wondering where you went." His voice had a weird edge to it. I couldn't exactly pin point what it was. "A lots happened." was all Alec said before turning to Caleb and Blake and saying hello to them with a nod. They mumbled their hellos, almost shy like. I couldn't help but wonder why they were acting that why. Were they afraid of him?

Alec slid in the both next to Blake and looked to me with his hand out. He gave me a bright smile and I couldn't help but return it. I shook his hand and the moment our hands touch it was like an electric shock went through my veins and everyone else disappeared. I looked into his eyes and was swallowed by darkness, but it wasn't scary, it was warm, safe, comforting. His hand was rough with calluses like he worked a lot but they when they touched mine they were soft and gentle. They were big, way bigger than mine, yet mine fit so perfectly. Like it was meant to be there.

'No!'  I thought, 'You can't feel this way! Not for Sammy! And definitely not for Alec! You Barely even know him! And you have a boyfriend! Justin!'  His name was like cold water hitting me and I snapped out of the trance I out in. Snatching my hand back from his, I stood up. "I-I have to g-go!" I stuttered out turning to go and crashing in to someone. It was the waitress from earlier. She had a cleaning bucket that spilled it's contents all over me, her, and the floor making it slippery.

I stood and almost slipped again. Holding to the table to keep my balance, I made my way out of there. I heard Sammy calling my name but I didn't have to heart to stop and answer. I had to get out of there I couldn't stay. I could barely breathe. I needed air. I managed to make it outside and pull out my phone. I needed to talk to him. Had to talk to Justin. I just needed to hear his voice. I found his number in my phone, my hands were shaking like crazy but I found it and pressed call.

It rang three time before some one picked up. "Hello?"  The person that answered definitely wasn't Justin but I knew the voice it was someone I despised and the feeling was mutual.

"P-Penelope?.." I croaked out. I heard a sinister laugh on the other end. "Hey El" She said in her fake nice voice. "Wh-what are you doing with J-Justin's phone?!" My head was spiraling. Penelope and I has always hated each other. Justin knew that so why would he be with her? Maybe she stole it. Wouldn't be the first time she stole something to get her way. But what was her end game in stealing his phone. I don't get it.

"Well when you hear a phone ring you answer it." She said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. And that didn't answer my question. "Why do you have it? Did you steal it?!"

"Aww do you really think so low of me?" Her voice was a mock hurt. "Yes." was all I said in reply and she laughed again. "Well no I didn't steal it. Justin is in the shower right now and when I saw you picture come up I figured why not answer. Let you know how you little boy toy was doing"

"A-are you at his house?!" Why would she be there?! What was she doing there?! Why would he let her in?! What was happening?! "No silly" She said interrupting my thoughts. "He's at mine."

"What?! No! He would never-" I was cut short by a different voice on the other end. "Hey babe, got any more towels?" It was Justin.

"B-babe?" was the only thing I could get out before I lost my grip on the phone and it fell through my fingers. I felt like I had been punched in the gut. My vision was blurry with tears. My chest tightened and my throat closed up. I couldn't move or speak or breathe. I was gasping for air like a fish out of water but no matter how hard I tried no air would fill my lungs. I tried to go to a place where I could breathe better maybe a park or something I don't know, but my legs wouldn't carry me anywhere anyway and I just collapsed where I was.

I tried screaming for help but nothing came out but strangled gasps as I laid there. Crying and gasping for air I was never going to get.

I couldn't help but think 'This is it. This is how I die.'