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“I’ll be back”
He nods as I get up and go to the bathroom, I quickly do my business and wash my hands, but as I arrive out I pause, seeing the same blonde bimbo at the bar talking to my mate. I watch them as they talk, karma slamming forward in anger, outraged that he would give her the time of day.
“Calm down girl, he’s not cheating on us”
I snort crossing my arms over our chest
“Oh please, look at him! He could have anyone”
I take a deep calming breath and smile, preparing myself to go over to them, as I open my eyes her hand reaches out and she runs it down his perfect muscular arm, laughing at something that probably wasn’t even that funny
“How f*****g dare she!!”
Karma pushes forward, storming toward them, as I come into his view his face goes from bored and unimpressed to shock then the cheeky bastard dares to smile at me, just as karma reaches out and grabs her by the hair, wigging her back and slamming her face against the counter, silencing everyone as Branson casually takes a drink, karma glares at him then she looks down to the blonde, ready to rip her damn throat out.
“How f*****g dare YOU!”
Karma roars, her entire aura washes out and spreads over the crowd, she gasps as everyone else rushes to move away from us, yet they kept their eyes trained on the situation, the old gossiping grannies have nothing better to do.
Joe's face was so white it was almost grey as he attempts to get closer to me, but karma wasn’t in the mood! She bangs the girl's head on the counter
“I asked you a f*****g question!”
“H—hhh whhhha—at did i dooooo?”
She sobs, but I don’t even feel bad for her, the anger that was building within me was almost unnatural.
“How dare you touch, talk or even smell my MATE! He is MINE!”
Karma roars again, joes jaw drops and the rest of the room gasps as they look between us both.
“Iiiiiiii-did—not—know”
“Well you f*****g know now, you all do”
I grab her and fling her behind me, she falls in a heap on the floor as I glare at Branson’s smiling face as he continues to drink his glass of whiskey.
“Get gone before I call in the wolves”
I finish then I jump the bar, grabbing a new bottle of whiskey and a few jars of poitín, placing them all in a bag with a bottle of the strongest shots we have. I drop my aura and I walk to him and nod to the door, lifting my open jar
“We have to go”
I don’t wait for an answer as I turn and walk out.
“Wait, hang on! You're his mate? She’s your mate?”
Joe asks outraged, karma still a little pissy pushes forward
“Yes, why?”
I answer board
“Because he’s a f*****g d**k! He’s treated you like s**t and now your running back to him, bringing him in here for what? What is wrong with you, how can you give into his commands like that”
This time it’s me growling, Branson May piss me off, we may fight, we may hate each other, or we may want to kill each other but one thing's for sure, in public we are a United front, we always have each other’s backs, it’s what we have always done.
“Don’t talk about my MATE like that! He is mine and I’ll handle it how I see fit, it’s got nothing to do with you”
I snap, Branson grins at me
“Bull f*****g s**t, your a sellout, you think they are going to accept you in the werewolf community, you must be f*****g joking!! They will eat you alive and spit you out again!”
“Don't talk about her like that joe! That’s the Princess, your future queen and my Luna your talking to”
Joe jumps the bar, marching over to Branson with his finger out
“What the hell is this lunatic doing?”
Karma growls
“She’s my best friend and I can talk to her how I like, let’s face it at least I didn’t f*****g cheat on her”
He roars at him, Branson’s face falls and he looks at me as he talks
“I never cheated on her”
He sounded genuine when he spoke
“I’d never do that to her”
“Lies!”
Joe screams, poking his chest, Branson’s face turns to stone as he glares at joes hand, joe seemed completely oblivious to the change in Branson’s behaviour, damn he couldn’t even tell the difference in my behaviour.
“It’s all bull s**t! I have not ever touched a girl, what happened was not my fault! I did NOT ask for it”
Anger courses through me as I feel the emotions trapped in that statement. Something deep inside me just knew what those words meant and suddenly I wanted to rip him and everyone that’s ever touched Branson into tiny little pieces, shame hits me next as I remember all the time dad, mum and even Branson said “he never asked for it” suddenly it all made sense. It all hurt but it made sense.
I wanted to scream as all of the sounds around me were suddenly washed away and replaced with the thumping throb of my heartbeat. My fists were clenched at all the possibilities of what could have happened, what did they do? Can he remember it?
As I stand there stewing the anger inside me ripples out as I look at him, something shifts as joe pokes his small boney finger at my mate, I grab his neck before I even register with what I’m doing, I see red grabbing his head and snapping his neck, everything in slow motion as Branson’s face falls
“Noooooo”
He roars as I drop joes lifeless body on the ground and I gasp stepping back. Tears brim in my eyes, and my heart churns painfully as I stand there in shock, my dead lifeless best friend lying at my feet.
“Hhh—huh—hhhow did ii iii?”
Tears overflow, my heart drops out of my a*s, and the pain hits my body and mind. I killed my only friend today.
Branson looks around worried as I stay on the spot in shock, as quick as he could he yanks me behind him and away from the other patrons glaring at us.
My heart breaks again. Who would run the bar? Who would carry me home? Who would give me a pity kiss?
Karma shifts in my head, pushing forward. She tries to move my head to the angry mob around us, but my eyes were too busy taking in every detail of his face.
“Stay back, she’s the queen, I’m the king and she snapped”
He says signalling to the room
“How dare you come in here and let this happen!”
Norman growls from the front, Branson takes my hand, and I don’t even feel the shocks as we touch, because I was just so numb.
“We are leaving”
He snaps. Pulling myself from the crowd, I nervously grab the bag of drinks as we passed by, if I ever needed one before it was now.
They all looked at me like I was this Evil maniac, my heart shatters once again as I think about the fact that I killed my best friend.
Branson opens the passenger side door and he helps me in as I trip over myself, tears flowing down my cheeks at what I’d just done.
Mum and dad appear worried
“Get her home I’ll deal with them”
Dad says, his face like stone
“Daddy I didn’t mean it, I’m so sorry”
His face softens as he kneels at the door
“This is not your fault, if you didn’t kill him he would have gone crazy and tried to kidnap you. Don’t feel bad”
“Bbbbbbut they alll haaate meee?”
He growls shaking his head
“No they don’t and that’s what I’m going to sort out, Branson will take you home and I’ll be back soon with mum”
Mum reaches down, kissing my head
“It’s all ok baby, I promise it’s ok”
I nod wiping my face as they step back and close the door, saying something to Branson as I continue to cry. He gets into the car, takes my hand and kisses it
“It’s going to be ok, I promise”
The way he said it softened my heart slightly. I nod as he places a smoke at my lips and he lights it, lighting one for himself too
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