Frostbite

Frostbite: cake

Skye's Pov

They all look at me with distasteful eyes and expressions. I ignore them, although I know that what I said is cruel and selfish but it's how I really feel.

I have never been fond of lies and I won't start now just because it sounds better to lie in this situation since it's about my brother.

I sense Ben behind me and the guy that's sitting next to me on the couch but I don't say anything.

I start to feel this pain in my chest and I realize that Ben heard what I said. I get up and walk towards him and his mate in the middle of the silence.

the only things that I am able to hear are my footsteps and the fast-paced breathing of everyone in the room.

"why so pale?" I ask ben as he looks at me straight in the eyes.

His face is pale and his black eyes look glassy. I stare at him with a tint of regret in my heart and I touch his face gently. "you shouldn't make that face." I say as he looks at the ground.

I pull his face up in order for him to be looking at me and I say "I can get used to being left alone even by you, but please don't ask me to get used to seeing this expression."

"you never lie." he says loudly enough for me to hear it as a whisper. "do you really believe that I'll leave you?"

I let go of his face and take a step back. "No, because I expect you to leave me..." I look at him and then at his mate and I smile at her as she smiles back at me with a troubled expression.

I reach out for her hand and for Ben's hand and I put them together. "because I expect you to be happy, and this is where your happiness is." they both look at each other and smile, feeling envious of ben and his newly found happiness I look away. "with her - your happiness is here, and I'm sure you've already realized that."

Dean's pov

It was a very peculiar situation. in a way the twins were able to come to some sort of conclusion at the very end.

I admit that in a way I am jealous of their relationship, although Skye's eyes showed no emotion. Her brother was able to understand her feelings without fail.

It was calming to see the both of them smile at the end of their discussion with Scarlett beside them. They made it seem as if Scarlett had always been with them, she didn't look like a stranger beside them.

To be more exact it seemed as if my parents and I were the only intruders in this crucial moment in their lives.

together the three looked like completely different people. they seemed to be living in a different world; a world that I would never be able to reach, and I accepted it.

"what do you mean she is not marrying him!" my grandfather screams as he throws a vase across the room.

"dad I know this is shocking but you must be calm about it!" my dad says trying to calm down my grandpa as he tries to sit him down. "we need to face our problems in a calm manner."

"What is with this mess?" my grandmother says as soon as she walks inside and sees the broken vase.

she bends down to pick up the pieces and my grandfather shouts "just leave it, Yesenia!"

my mom then walks towards my grandmother and whispers something to her as she begins to clean it. "thank you, Margaret, I don't know what I would do without you." says my grandma as she walks towards a chair beside me and sits down.

"what are we going to do now..." my grandfather sighs as he groans in distress.

"We are going to have to fix the problem through hard work." my father says as he sits down on a chair.

"I could sell the house." my grandfather says as he looks around the room.

"No. How could we ever make you do that?" my mother says as she calmly sits down.

"Well we need the money from somewhere." my grandfather says as he scratches his head.

"Our solution is right in front of us." my grandmother says as she smiles sweetly at all of us.

We all look at her with a troubled expression.

My grandmother has always been the type to talk in riddles at crucial moments. She has told me that she loves to see peoples troubled.

I grab my head and try not to scream. Just one small event caused such an uproar in my home and family.

I don't want to know about any other possible problem causes or I'll go insane.

'it's been a long day.'

Everyone jumps the moment that we hear the doorbell ring.

"We aren't expecting anyone." says my grandmother as she looks at us.

'what now?'

Skyes pov

When we had arrived at the hotel room, Ben sat me down next to him and we began to tell each other what had happened to us while we were separated.

Henry overheard that I had spoken to the guy who was going to marry Ben's mate and interrupted me as he began to say that I should go and thank him and his family for trying to make me feel better.

I cringed at the idea and ignored him until he handed me a piece of paper.

"This is the address to his grandparent's house," Henry said as he sat next to me on the couch.

"Why the hell do you have this?" I had asked as I looked at him with a disturbed expression.

"I'm a reporter. I have my ways to get information" he had said as he turned on the television.

"You can't be serious."

He turned to look at me and lifted his glasses up to look at me with only his eyes. "Go."

"I don't have a ride." I had tried to reason with him but it didn't work.

"Skye, you have to get used to finding your way to places on your own." Henry had whispered and I complied.

"Yeah," I answered since I didn't want to worry Ben about me being alone apart from him.

After half an hour I have finally made it to the address on the paper.

I had passed through a cake shop in order to bring them a cake and making sure that it was safe my whole way here was beyond difficult.

I stand at the door of this huge house as I breathe out.

The only reason as to why I didn't argue with Henry was because I didn't want Ben to get worried about when it's time to part ways but as I thought, I can't deal with troublesome events.

I ring the doorbell as I wait patiently. While I wait for someone to answer I look at a car in the parking lot and I can't help but notice that it's so brand new that it has no license plates yet.

'these people love to waste money on s**t they don't use.'

"And you are?" and old lady says as she opens the door with a confused expression on her face.

"I-I" I start to feel nervous as I forget what I was going to say.

'what the hell do I say?'

"I brought cake..." I say as I lift the cake box for her to see.

'what the hell am I doing?'