"I'm scared of being without him, what am I going to do?" I continue, my voice breaking. "Oh, Sky," my sister sighs. I’m surprised she’s not telling me how stupid I am, but I guess she has changed since she found her fated mate. She has gotten softer, "I can't even blame you, it has been so long since you’ve been with him. You guys basically grew up together, everything about you is intertwined with him. I’ve only been with Daniel one year and I don't even want to imagine what would happen if he ever betrayed me like that. I would probably forgive him too. But..." "But it's different. He's your fated mate," I whisper, my eyes starting to water now, "Farrow isn't mine." "And we shall thank the Moon Goddess for that," she gently says and grabs my face to make me look at her, "If he turned out to be a cheater and a fucking backstabber, you're better without him. You'll see it one day. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but you'll realize one day. And then your person will arrive, Sky, I
Hope is sprawled next to me and my eyes feel puffy as hell, but thankfully my headache has subsided. It’s already six thirty AM so I put on some of the clothes Hope brought from my closet last night and I walk to the kitchen to make some breakfast for my daughter. Because life moves on and I guess you have to keep living it, even if it fucking sucks. Even if your entire world got turned upside down and you want to dig a hole in the ground and make it your new home. And even if the man who swore he would rather die than hurt you f— "Good morning," Bobbie grumbles a while later, walking into the kitchen and stopping my thoughts. She’s already dressed for school, "Dad's still not here?" "Nope," I answer. My daughter sighs, but she doesn't say anything about it, she just sits down while I finish, "I'll be the one to pick you up from school today, I’ll drive you to the center." Bobbie is looking at me with a firm frown on her face as I approach the breakfast table with her plate and
"Rocky," I let out and walk to put my hands on his chest and make him look down at me, "I don't want you to lose your mind over this. I need you to be my support during this time, can you do that?" "Probably not. But if Farrow is in the hospital fighting for his life, you won't even need my support," he says, still not backing down. I open my mouth again but he silences me, “No, Sky, this isn’t just a bad situation he put you in, this feels like a terrorist attack on the Anderson family. Farrow has been a part of us for two decades, so he cheated on the whole family, not just you. He has to pay for that. No one fucking cheats on my family.” Farrow definitely did. And he stole the Anderson family’s silk robe to cover that bitch, too. "Please, Rocky, just…” I don’t know what to do, so I go for the big guns and I hug his waist, "I don't need you to fight for me this time. I just need you to be around so I can lean on you emotionally. And I need you to make sure Farrow won't take
"Yes, he's been cheating," I respond, making her clench her fists. I fucking hate how much she looks just like Farrow, especially now that she's ready to punch someone. "I will kill him," she states in a growl, "And I'll drag whoever that bitch is." "Bobbie, enough," I stop her, because that's officially too much, "I choose to tell you because you're mature enough to understand, but you're still a kid whether you like it or not." A kid taller and stronger than me, but still. "So, is that why he's been ignoring my texts?" she asks, with a scoff, "I've been texting him nonstop since yesterday and he hasn't responded." "I don't know, but... listen," I get in front of her and grab her arms to keep her there, "He's my husband, he cheated ON ME. He stopped loving ME, not you. He'll always be your dad and I promise, he loves you with his life. You can be mad at him and I hope you are because what he did is fucked up... but he's still your dad, okay? And he's a good one. So, don't
"I-I mean... it's fucking gold, Hope. And diamonds and actual precious stones,” I say as a last attempt to save them. "Fine, we'll pawn them later," she scoffs and rolls her eyes, "But throw your rings to the pile. It's symbolic." "No," I whine. They're also gold, they will probably melt in the fire, "Guys, come on." "Take them off or we'll take them off for you," Rocky adds, taking a menacing step towards me, "I'm not kidding." I don't want to. But seeing how serious my brother is reminds me of the reason he's so angry. Farrow fucked someone else in my house, in my bed, he gave her my robe and left with her. Even if I'm not ready to get over him and I still love him with my whole heart… we're completely done. There is no coming back from that, no matter how much I would want to. "Okay," I finally whisper and I take my rings off, then my necklace. My brother points at the pile. "Do it, mom," Bobbie encourages me, "Throw them."I do it. Hope was right, this is symbolic
I find Rocky on the living room—his and Danny's new room—so I sit next to him on the couch, his new bed. "Farrow will be here at eight," I inform him. My brother's eyes immediately sharpen and he grabs the TV remote to turn it off before just looking at me, waiting for the explanation, "He wants to speak to Bobbie, not me. He wants to explain what's going on and I think he has a right to do it." "He has a right to choke on a dick," he lets out, but takes deep breaths, "Does she even want to talk to him?" "Probably not, but that's her dad," I say, he looks at me as if he doesn't care, "That's going to be her dad forever, she needs to listen to him and then figure out how to proceed. Imagine mom and dad divorced, would you just be okay with never seeing dad again?" "If he cheated on my mom, yeah, I would fuck him up and then tell him to never show his sorry face in our home again," he says without hesitation, but then I remember he's a momma's boy. "Right… what if mom cheated on da
"I didn't know how to say it, Sky," Farrow continues, but I just shake my head and hold onto my sister's arm. I can hear my heartbeats louder than anything else, "And I wish I handled that better, but I didn't know how to handle the pull, the fucking... the need to be with her. Danny, you get it, right? It's impossible to deny anything to your fated mate. Violet wanted to have me as soon as we felt the bond. And I wanted it, too. I wanted to have her more than I've ever wanted anything else." "She doesn't need to hear that," Danny snaps while I'm still losing my fucking mind. My wolf is pushing her pain on top of mine and it's unbearable. But, that girl being his fated mate? That clears all the confusion about his strange behavior and makes everything make sense. Of course he would lose his mind for her. Of course. It’s textbook fated mate behavior. The insta-love, the immediate desire and need for each other, the ‘pull’ he’s talking about. "Keep it together, Sky," Hope growls, l
{ Farrow } This is the last straw. The second Bobbie started acting like a fucking bratty bitch, I realized I have nothing to do in here anymore and there’s absolutely no reason for me to be begging her as if she’s that important in my life? I literally gave her life, she should be begging me. The universe is clearly showing me this is not my place and this is not my people. Bobbie feels disgusted by me? Fine. I feel so fucking done with her. I don’t need her. Or anyone in here. Why would I spend any time trying to make this people understand what's been going on with me? Of course they won't. Sky is their precious little princess that can do no wrong, none of them will ever be on my side. And I don't fucking need them to, so I don't give a shit about their opinions. Before leaving, I try to go upstairs to get some more clothes because I already know I won’t be coming back, but of course that fucker Rocky is behind me. And Danny is following us in silence. "There's nothin
{ Sky } I won't lie, this right now is the worst I've felt since that day when I first caught Farrow and Violet going at it. After that, I cried and cried but after a few days I went numb and I started trying to pick up my life and go back to normal. Not to mention, I had my siblings around all the time and both of them are so loud, they were the perfect distractions. But now Hope and Danny are in their own house, Rocky went back to his apartment with Alex to give him some stability and Farrow has found his own apartment as well. And I'm all alone most of the day until Bobbie comes home, but then she acts like a damn brat because she's mad at me. I try to keep myself distracted by the TV or my phone and I even tried to go out with my friends, but nothing seems to work anymore. I miss him. I feel stupid and bitter. I'm lonely. I know what I want but I'm too prideful to call him and ask for it. But it's not just emotional hurt I've been dealing with. Physically, I feel like shit t
It's been two days and still, no communication from Sky. I'm staying in our old bedroom in her parents’ house. Being here again is bringing back all kinds of memories, but I'm still holding onto my very justified anger. So far, neither of us has talked about what happened during doomsday, but everyone knows we had a big fight. Luckily for me, Bobbie has taken my side. Like I promised, I’ve been taking her to the center after school and even though I have to deal with Henry too, we have a good time. I have to admit, the boy is growing on me, even if all he does is hit the treadmill twenty minutes and then spend the rest of his time distracting Bobbie as she trains. And as for me... I'm doing okay, I guess. Holding onto my anger helps a little, so I can't help but understand Sky even more. I understand that she had to stay angry at me instead of letting the sadness completely take over. It's a good technique. She just took it too far. Me personally, I’m ready to forgive and forg
{ Farrow } I walk inside the office and when I see Rose’s deceivingly sweet face, I give her a sheepish smile. During our last session, I promised I would keep going to weekly sessions, but of course I never did. I considered myself healed enough. “About time,” she mutters, arms crossed, “Sit down, Farrow. How are we doing?” “Me? Oh, absolutely horrible, how about you?” I ask, hoping she keeps the easy conversation going, but she just sighs and stares at me until I sit down on the couch in front of her, “Hm. This is comfier than it looks. Do I have to lay down like in t–“ “No, don’t lay down. Anyway… I haven’t seen you in a while, fill me in. Last time I saw you, you were still in the hospital and in a very pessimistic stage. Also about seventy pounds lighter.” “I’ve gained ninety pounds. Mostly muscle,” I brag, but she remains impassive. I lift my shirt to show her my abs, “See?” “I see. Good job,” she gives me a tiny smile, “You look more upbeat too, even though you say
“Hey, wake up,” Nico aggressively shakes me, but I groan because I basically just fell asleep after overthinking and hating my life all night, “Let’s go, we have a lot to do today. A lot.” “I don’t wanna go,” I murmur, pushing his hand away, “Deal with it yourself.” “Oh, fuck no, you won’t do this to me again,” he growls and grabs me harder, pulling me all the way up until I’m standing, “You can’t leave everything up to me!” “Yes I can. You have no idea what I went through last night. I don’t want to do shit today. Or ever,” I push him away and throw myself on the mattress again, “Just pay someone to do everything we have to do, that’s what money is for. I seriously can’t even worry about that right now. You’ll understand me one day, when you finally have your heart ripped open by a girl and she shits on it like it’s nothing.” “Farrow,” he growls, “Man, come on… this isn’t fair to me. If you don’t go, I won’t go either.” “Don’t go then. Let’s say we have a roach infestation and h
{ Farrow } I'm one hair away from completely losing my shit and crashing out. I have no idea how a crash out against Sky would be, but it feels visceral. It feels like I'm just going to blow the fuck up from the inside out and take the whole house with me. I need to get some space. Away from her. I seriously never thought I would ever say that… but I also never thought she would ever tell me I have to watch her fuck someone else. No. No. I can't think about that right now. I’m done. "Where are you going?" She asks when I turn around and start walking upstairs. She's following me, but this is the only time I don't want her near me. I don't want to hear her voice or look at her face or I will explode all over her. Like a dead whale. "I don't know. Away from you," I spit out, heading straight to our bedroom thinking I'll be safe in there, but Sky follows me inside, "Go away. I'm not joking." "Ow, poor Farrow, you couldn't handle even the thought of it? Come on, don't be so resent
"It's time for you to leave, man. Now," Farrow lets out with a strained voice. I stop touching Cam immediately and take a big step back, but that doesn't stop Farrow from walking up to him until they're nose to nose. Or more like, Farrow's nose to Cam's forehead, "This is me being nice. You should fuck off before I stop being nice." "He was about to leave, we were just saying goodbye," I say, trying to walk closer, but Farrow lifts a hand to stop me and looks at me for just one second. He looks pissed as hell already and if he wants me to move away is because he's totally planning on fighting Cam. And that's exactly why I step closer until I'm almost in between them. Farrow has to grab my arm and pull me away like I'm a flea then keep a hand stretched out to block me. "I’ll leave, Farrow," Cam finally says, but his eyes are guarded, "You don't have to get like this, we're not even together anymore. I just want you to calm down before I leave, okay? There’s no need for this.”
Just a few minutes later Rocky comes home and I'm finally free to walk away and dwell on my despair. I go to the backyard and I try to connect with my wolf, to see if he wants to take the wheel for the night... he doesn't. He’s still depressed and rejected, dear god. Still, I need a break from reality so I walk to the woods to just stay there, trying my hardest to manage my emotions enough to figure out if I want to have another serious conversation with Sky or if that last night was enough emotional pain for this week. And... what else is there to say? ‘I love you, let’s never fight like that again’? That would mean nothing at this point. She knows I love her, I know she loves me, but love is not enough. Not with resentment thrown in the mix. This feels impossible. And now she's out with that fuckface again. God, I want to fucking kill him. And that's why I'm here. I'll stay here until I know for sure Sky's back home without him, then we'll have another awkward conversation
I try my hardest to keep my mind busy the rest of the day, but the closer it gets to the time to go home, the more nervous I get. I don’t know what’s going to happen with Sky tonight, we’ve never had a fight like this, one that feels so real and raw. I don’t want to be the one to try to make a joke out of it because it’s not fucking funny. Her words last night really hurt me. Not only that… they really hurt my wolf. So much, it’s fucking scary. I don’t know if it was too evident, but Sky saying she’s not my mate broke my wolf’s heart as though she was down right rejecting him as a mate. He took it damn seriously and his pain didn’t let me sleep at all. I felt broken all night. In more ways than just one. I just feel like I’m not the same man yet and every time it looks like I’m finally taking one step forward, I run like four miles back. When it hits six, I have no option but to leave. I have to drop Henry off first, then have a conversation with his mother whose eyes wander
{ Farrow } "Hi, buddy... would you mind, I don't know, working?" Nico asks all of a sudden, coming from behind me. I roll my eyes and stop my set, "Because that would be really cool." "I'm not in shape enough to do my regular work," I remind him. My usual work is training the SQ, but I'm not quite there yet physically. I point at the screen in front of us, "I'm researching new techniques and working out so I can implement them soon." "The same old techniques are great, you don't need to constantly come up with new shit. I mean, it's cool but not necessary," he says and turns it off, "I need you at the office with me, doing the boring shit." "Why? That's your thing," I groan, not in the mood for this. Or anything, really, "I'm only at 70 percent of who I was. I need to get back to my 100 percent, man." "Of course, but that's why you have that set up at home, so you can do that there. In here, I would appreciate some help managing this place... I made a mess with the payroll,"