Bullied by Fate

Moving Day

I had fallen asleep waiting for my mom. She knocked on my door.

“Sky?” She asked before opening my door quietly.

“Hmm?” I responded, still waking up.

“We need to talk.” She walked in and sat on my bed. I sat up next to her.

“Is it about Jackson? Is what he said true?” I was still groggy but I figured this talk was about Jackson. I looked at my mom. Her eyes were red, she must have been crying. She nodded.

“It is. You’re moving in with them on Friday.” She started crying again. I cried with her.

“I don’t want to. Doesn’t that matter?” I laid my head on her shoulder.

“They said they cared but there was nothing they could do. Jackson needs his mate.” She leans her head on mine and strokes my hair.

“Do they know how he treated me?” I continued to sob.

“Yes. They insisted he’s changed and will treat you better.” The emotions left her voice.

“This sucks.” I sat up and looked at her. She wiped my tears.

“Yes. It does, but they said I would be allowed to visit you and you would be allowed to visit me. Which I guess is something.” That pissed me off.

“‘Allowed’, they say that as if I’m a piece of property and they’re being generous to let me see my own family.” I scoffed.

“I stormed out when they said that, because I couldn’t stand how they didn’t take into consideration how this would affect you. Then Jackson was just standing there, arms crossed with a smug look on his face. I damn near slapped him, his mom, and his dad.” I chuckled at the imagery. My mom may yell, but she’s usually not violent.

“I’m so so sorry baby, there’s nothing I can do.” She said regretfully.

“It’s okay. Can I stay home tomorrow? I don’t want to see him. Not yet anyways,” I looked my mom in the eyes . Both of us hated the situation. I cried myself to sleep. The whole night was filled with nightmares about Jackson. I woke up, groggy from the stressful dreams. I immediately walk to my mom and wrapped my arms around her waist.

“How’d you sleep?” My mom asked. I could hear the exhaustion in her voice .

“ Had a lot of nightmares about him. You?” I lifted my head. Her eyes were red and puffy. She had been crying.

“I have had better nights.” We both chuckled, even though there was nothing funny about this situation.

“I called the school, I let them know that you won’t be coming in.”

“Thank you, mom. It’s just hard having to see him every day.” I sighed.

“I understand and I would do the same thing. I should get to work, try to relax.” She kissed my forehead.

“Okay.” She shut the door behind her. It was already ten o’clock in the morning. I texted Sasha.

“Hey, I won’t be at school today, I can’t handle everything. He’s making me move in with him tomorrow.” I was so angry at the thought. I waited for her response.

“That’s bullshit. If he asks, I will say that I don’t know where you are.” She’s already being a good friend to me.

“Thanks. I’m going to turn my phone off.” I turned it off and sat in the living room. I couldn’t eat so I didn’t bother making myself food. I fell asleep again until I heard a pounding at my door. It obviously wasn’t my mom, she wouldn’t have a reason to pound on the door.

I got off the couch and opened the door. I damn near s**t myself when saw Jackson standing at the door. I could tell he was pissed. Then, I noticed his eyes darkened with lust. s**t. I don’t have a bra on. I tried hiding myself behind the door.

“Why weren’t you in school?” He gritted his teeth. He pushed his way in.

“Sure, come on in.” I closed the door.

“Answer me,” Jackson demanded.

“I don’t owe you an explanation.” I crossed my arms. He shoved me against the door.

“I deserve to know where my mate is and why she isn’t with me. Are you avoiding me?” I couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“Maybe. How can you blame me? You made such a big deal out of everything, instead of doing the easy thing and rejecting me.” I whined as I tried pushing him away. He was too strong.

“Rejecting you wouldn’t have been easy and yes I can blame you. You’ve been making a bigger deal out of it for no reason.” His face was an inch away from mine.

“It wasn’t for no reason…I don’t want you.” I could see my words hurt him temporarily. That pain was replaced with determination.

“That sucks for you. You’re mine.” He took my chin so I couldn’t pull away and crushed his lips on mine. I was whimpering, pushing him. Eventually his lips parted from mine.

“And because of the s**t you pulled today, you’re moving in with me tonight. That is not up for discussion.” He hugged me. I hate the mate bond, making me enjoy his touch and the butterflies in my stomach. I only whined in response. I went to the closet in the hallway to grab some suitcases. I walked to my room.

I could here Jackson following me, he was talking but I couldn’t hear what he was saying. Or maybe I just didn’t care. I opened my door and immediately shut it in his face. My door flew open.

“What the f**k?! Why the hell did you just slam the door in my face?” Jackson yelled.

“You aren’t welcome in my room and I’m pissed at you for making me move.” I said, my voice and face giving no emotion.

“I’m helping you pack your s**t. You can be pissed, but I don’t care. I need you, I need you with me. Plus I have a feeling that you’ll try to run if I don’t keep a close eye on you.” Jackson caressed my cheek. I groaned before turning back to my suitcase. I walked over to my closet and started folding my clothes.

“Mmm I can’t wait to see you in this.” Jackson commented, holding a lacy bra with the matching panties. I marched over and snatched them out of his hands.

“I can take care of packing. Just leave me alone.” I turned back and finished putting my undergarments in my suitcase.

“Fine. I will let you finish packing. But I’m not leaving.” He laid down on my bed and put his hands behind his bed. I could feel him watching my every move. About an hour later, I was done. I went to the bathroom to get my makeup and other accessories.

“Let’s go.” I said begrudgingly. I didn’t look at him, I just walked out of the door. He opened the trunk and put my suitcases in. Jackson opened the door for me and I climbed in. He got in the driver’s seat and we began the drive to his house.

“It will be okay.” I could tell he was trying to comfort me, but he was the reason I was upset. Jackson placed his hand on my upper thigh and squeezed.

“Don’t touch me.” I pushed his hands away. He sighed out of frustration but didn’t say anything. Eventually, we got to his house, where his parents stood outside of the door.

“Hello, Skyla! It’s nice to see you.” The Luna reached her hand out to me. I was hesitant but I figured it would be best to be respectful and shake her hand.

“Luna, Alpha.” I acknowledged.

“This is your house. It’s a gift since Jackson found his mate. Come on in, I will make tea while Jackson and Alexander bring your things upstairs.” The Luna guided me into the two story modern house.

“So, I’ve heard you are having a hard time accepting Jackson.” Luna brought two cups of tea and sat down.

“I’m not happy about it. I was hoping that Eric was my mate. I wasn’t expecting my bully to be my mate. So yeah, I’m pretty upset about it.” I tried to stay level-headed.

“I’m sorry about that. It probably was heartbreaking and disappointing, but Jackson will treat you well. He already cares about you deeply. Please, just give him a chance.” She pleaded. I could see the concern in her eyes.

“I’m sorry…I don’t think I can. Not right now. Excuse me.” I stood up from the glass dining room table. I walked outside to get a breath of fresh air. It felt like she only cared about her son finding his mate so she and her husband can retire. I’ve been separated from the only person who cares about me. I sat down on the steps and cried. I didn’t know how to handle everything. I was so overwhelmed.

Before I knew it, I was being picked up and brought upstairs. Jackson set me down in a large room with a round bed. It had a burgundy and gold comforter with matching pillows. There was a large window on the wall you walk into the room. The walls were a light beige and the floor was oak flooring. There were two walk in closets next to each other.

“The one on the right is yours.” Jackson wrapped his arms around me from the back and started kissing my neck. There was also a bathroom attached to the room. I went to look out of the window and continued to cry.

“Baby, you’re okay. Please just come lay down.” Jackson pulled me by my hands. I didn’t have the strength or energy to resist. I sat and put my head in my hands. Jackson lifted my legs and pulled the blanket over me. I wiped my eyes.

“I want to go home.” I didn’t look at him while he took his shirt and pants off. He crawled under the blanket with me. I had to admit, the bed was comfortable.

“You are home.” Jackson answered as he pulled me into his arms.

“No. This is not my home.” I couldn’t look at him, so I just stared out of the window.

“Yes. It. Is. I will not say it again.” He whispered in my ear.

“Or what?” I asked.

“There will be consequences. Consequences you aren’t ready for.” He bit my ear and growled. I knew what he meant.

“Fine.” I snapped.

“Good. Go to sleep.” He said. My eyes were drooping anyways. I drifted off to sleep.