Her Soul Bonded Mate

Chapter 5

The sound of thunder woke me from my slumber. I've never been afraid of thunder, but the way it roared followed by the sound of the cracking lightning made all the hairs on the back of my arm stand up. My eyes then shifted towards the clock on my desk. It was only 3 in the morning. I had only been asleep for half an hour while Taylor was knocked out. This was typical. Ever since my parents' murder, sleeping all night had become an issue, and it didn’t help that in those thirty minutes of sleep, my mind drifted back to the night my parents were murdered. I had insisted on going to that party after learning that Liam would be there, and because of that my parents were killed. If I had been there, they would still be alive.

Don’t think that way, it’s not your fault. I heard a voice in my head say that sounded like an old woman. It was a voice I had never heard before; however, it sounded familiar as if I had known them my whole life.

“I must be crazy, I’m hearing voices,” I said, shaking my head as I attempted to go back to sleep, but failed. Instead, I found myself getting out of bed and walking towards my laptop. As much as I didn’t want to know what happened that night, my curiosity got the better of me, so for the next three hours, I surfed the web, looking for anything related to a bright light coming from nowhere and wolf attacks. My mind then shifted to thoughts of the man that seemed to be in charge. He looked like a monster—no not a monster, a werewolf, and if that were true, he could have something to do with my parents’ murder.

Should I investigate? I thought then shook my head no, because if he was a werewolf, then there was no way I would be any match for him. If anything, I’d be a snack and as much as I wanted to see my parents again, I wasn’t ready to die, at least not yet. Sighing, I closed my laptop, then turned my attention to the window. The sun was slowly rising, signaling a start to a new day. My eyes then shifted towards my roommate, who was sound asleep in bed.

I knew that the moment she woke, she would question me about Liam. Besides the make-out session that was interrupted by the wolves that may or may not have been after him, and the almost kiss in the dorm room, and maybe he did confess that he had feelings for me, but there was no way I was going to tell Taylor that. At least not yet. Besides, I wasn’t really in the mood to talk about a possible relationship, when he was apparently wanted by werewolves, if that is what those people were.

I quietly made my way towards the closet to pick out my outfit for the day. Normally, on Saturdays, I would sit at my laptop and surf the web looking for clues; however, that day I didn’t feel up to it. If anything I wanted to get away from Taylor before she started in on the 21 questions, unfortunately that didn’t happen, because the moment I walked back in the room after my shower, Taylor said, “So are you going to tell me what happened last night,” in this high pitched voice and with a smile so wide it took up her entire face.

Again, I sighed, then sat on my bed, making sure to drop my chin in order to avoid eye contact. “Nothing really. Liam and I just talked is all,” I said, trying so hard not to blush.

“Talked? Really? That’s it?” She asked, not buying it.

“And the make-out session that I told you about yesterday, other than that, nothing," I assured her. I was tempted to bring up the attack again, but knew that there was no point, since it was clear she didn't believe me.

“Right, and how did it feel” She asked, as she propped her leg up on her bed and hugged it as if she were a kid and this was story time.

“It felt amazing,” I said, not trying to hide my smile, “Liam and I have known each other for years, but we were never really friends.” I said.

“Oh, so he was your crush?” She asked, reading me like a book, and my face felt as if it were burning, which made her laugh, “Awe, that’s so cute. So is he the reason you are getting dressed up today?” She asked, with a wink.

“No. I was trying to avoid this conversation,” I blurted out, and of course she laughed.

“Yeah, no Ms. Hill, you have to get up earlier to avoid me. But this is good, maybe he can help you out of your moody stage, that is if he and Sam are through,” she said reminding me of the beautiful girl that was hanging on Liam’s arm and staring at me as if I were the problem.

I suddenly felt this pain in the pit of my stomach. What if he and that Sam girl are together, and the only reason he kissed me last night was because I kissed him first. Again I shook my head, then said, “I don’t care if they are a couple that has nothing to do with me. Last night I was upset and we kissed and that’s it,” I said, more to myself than her.

“Yeah, nice try, I’m not buying it. But I do see your point, you don’t need that kind of drama in your life. So, since you’re up, do you wanna go to the mall? I’ve been meaning to give your wardrobe a makeover anyway.” She said more as an order than a question.

“By that you mean…”

“Me picking out your clothes and you buying them,” she said with that stupid smile on her face. I just shook my head, then shrugged. Taking that as a sign, she practically bolted out the room with her toiletries and headed towards where I knew was the shower, leaving me standing there staring after her while wondering why I even bothered getting out of bed in the first place.