Jason
When I make it home, I see that Kimberly isn't here. I look over at the time to see that it's 11:00 pm. The buses don't run at this time. I told her that it wasn't safe for her to be walking the streets at this time of night. If she managed to run into more trouble, then it'll be her problem to deal with.
I take a seat on the couch, letting out a sigh. I went to see the oracle today that May told me about. When the old lady held my hands, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she started to chant some gibberish. I don't know if the oracle was much help or not, but she did manage to irritate me with all the riddles she was speaking in. I never understood why oracles speak in riddles, instead of just telling people what the hell they need to know. She said things will revel itself within time, but I have a feeling that she probably tell everyone that crap.
Hearing my stomach growl, I take out my phone and order pizza.
After about twenty minutes pass I hear a knock on the door, knowing it's the pizza. I sit here on the couch, looking at the tv with my box of pizza and bottle of Remy Martin, eating. I glance over at the clock again to see that it's going on 11:40. I start to wonder where Kimberly could be, Maybe she really has run into more trouble.
Seconds later the door open and Kimberly walk in. I look over at her, seeing that she's a bit more dressed up than she has been the last pass three days
"Hey." She smiles, stumbling over to the couch, nearly falling.
I frown a little watching her drop down on the couch. I can smell the liquor on her.
She lean back closing her eyes, continuing to smile.
"I guess being attacked once while walk the streets alone at night wasn't good enough." If she's this careless to walk back here alone and drunk, then maybe she deserves to be attacked again. I grab another slice of pizza out the box sitting on my lap, taking a bite looking back over at the tv.
"For your information Mr. I don't care about anything." Her words come out slurred. She stops talking, struggling to take her jacket off. Once she gets it off she throws it onto the floor. "I didn't walk back here alone. I-I didn't walk back here at all. I went to a club with Brandon." She reaches down taking her shoes off.
"Brandon?" I look over at her frowning a little. The only Brandon I know is my brother. What was she doing with Brandon?
"Yeah, I met your cousins John and Miley and your friend Ray. They're really nice." She crawls over to me, taking a seat close to me, folding her legs underneath her. She reaches over grabbing a slice of the pizza out the box. I hold back an instinctive growl of her taking my food. "Brandon stop by looking for you and invited me to come out with him." She closes her eyes as she takes a bite of the pizza, letting out a low moan, chewing.
She opens her eye, looking at me. "We should go back to that club tomorrow, it was fun." She says with a mouth full of pizza.
"You're drunk." She's being too talkative and friendly right now.
She shakes her head. "I-I'm not drunk." Her words come out slurred as she frowns, looking over at the bottle of Remy Martin sitting on the table. "You're drunk." She laughs as if what she just said was funny. I look at her for a second, before looking over at the tv, she is clearly drunk.
"I had a drink at the club that was really good. It wasn't horrible like that stuff." She frowns looking over at the bottle sitting on the table again.
I let out a sigh of irritation, looking at the tv. "Can you stop talking now."
"I want to talk to you." She says with a mouth full of pizza.
"Well, I don't want to talk."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't," I say starting to get irritated.
"Why not?" She asks again.
A deep growl slips out. I look over at her to see her looking at me with wide eyes, then a big grin spread across her face and she let out a weak growl. I let out a small sigh of relief. She's too drunk to take what just happened seriously.
"Come on, do it again Jason. Your growl sound so animalistic." She giggles, continuing to growl at me.
"Shut up Kimberly." I look back over at the tv, deciding to just ignore her.
"ShUt Up KiMbErLy." She says mimicking me. I let out another sigh of irritation as I continue to look at the tv ignoring her, telling myself she's drunk. I sit the slice of pizza back into the box, before reaching over grabbing the bottle off the table, taking another sip, starting to feel the effects of the liquor a little.
"You're no fun, Jason. What's wrong? What got you all balled up inside?" Her words come out a slurred, through the pizza in her mouth.
"Mind your business." I pick my slice of pizza back up, taking a bite. I just won't eat and drink in silence.
"Tell me. I use to be a part-time counselor at an elementary school. I'm a really really good listener." She says, not seeming to be able to shut up. It clear that she's one of those people who can't stop talking once they are drunk.
"Do I look like a kid from a damn elementary school?" I glare over at her, closing the box of pizza and place it on the table. I sit back, taking another sip from the bottle, looking at the tv. I don't need her to listen to my problems and I don't care if she's a good listener or not. I just want her to shut up, but it doesn't look like that's going to happen.
"It doesn't matter if you're a kid or not. It's good for anyone to talk about their problems and the way they feel. You probably never talked about it with anyone and now it all has built up inside. You can talk to me. I won't judge no matter what it is." She leans forward and opens the box of pizza, grabbing another slice.
I watch her with a frown. I hate how she seems to know things about me just by observing the things I do. She doesn't know me, but she's right. I haven't talked to anyone about the way I feel. I wasn't raised that way. Alphas aren't supposed to show weak emotions. We are taught to suppress those kinds of emotions. Everyone knows that, so I guess that's why no one ever tried to talk to me about it.
"You can talk to me." She says again.
I let out a sigh, resting my head back, feeling the effects of the liquor starting to numb me. I bring the bottle to my mouth taking a gulp. "You could never understand." She's a human. She knows nothing of my world. She could never understand losing the person you love the most. The person who was made just for you. She may have lost someone she loves before, but it's nothing like losing a mate.
Just like all the other mates, Ashley and I were born with the same soul. Half for her and the other half for me, connecting us on far more than just an emotional or physical level. I lost my other half. I just don't feel like myself anymore. Kimberly could never understand that.
"Well tell me and help me understand." She says.
I shake my head a little. "You want me to talk about my problems, but you probably haven't even talked about your own problems. So why don't you talk about yours." I take another sip from the bottle. She has problems herself. Maybe she's the one who needs to talk about their problems.
Her mood changes when I bring up her problems. She let out a sigh, looking down at the slice of pizza in her hands.
"I'll tell you about my problems, then you have to talk to me about yours." She looks back up at me with her glazed over, drunken eyes. I close my eyes, feeling all my emotions fade away into nothing. I think about it for a second, knowing I can't tell her everything. I open my blurry eyes giving her a small nod as I take another sip from the bottle.
She let out another sigh, looking down at her hands. "Well I met this guy a couple of months ago and he was pretty nice so we dated for about two months, then he turned out not to be so nice. I broke up with him and that only made things worst." She stops talking for a second, continuing to look down at her hands. I sit here and listen, feeling numb from the alcohol.
"I was scared that he would hurt me, so I ran. But he found me and he was pissed. He slapped me around, I thought he was going to kill me. I managed to get away and run again, coming here only to run into more problems. I guess I haven't been having the best of luck." She looks back up at me. "N-now I have these nightmares about him sometimes and whenever I'm out in public I'm afraid. Afraid that he will find me again and kill me this time."
I see that she really does have her own problems. They may be different from mine, but they are still a serious problem that's affecting her day to day life. I don't know much about the emotion of fear, but I can see it in her eyes when she talks about this guy. She's really afraid of this guy.
"Well, I guess you now know my story." She shrugs, giving me a weak forced smile. "Now what's that deal with you?" She asks.
I let out a small sigh, taking another sip from the bottle, trying to see how to tell her this without saying too much about myself and what I am.
KimberlyPovI slowly sit up on the couch, rubbing the sides of my head, trying to stop the throbbing pain. I look over seeing Jason on the other end still sleeping. I guess this is what a hangover feels like and I don't like it. I reach over grabbing the remote, turning off the loud tv.As I slowly stand up, I feel myself having to throw up. I quickly make my way to the spare room, going into the bathroom throwing up inside the toilet. After throwing up twice, my stomach felt better, but not much.I brush my teeth, before heading into the kitchen. I go over to the refrigerator grabbing a bottle of water, before taking a seat. My body feels so weak and my head is killing me. I take a sip of the water, before laying my head down on the countertop, closing my eyes, hoping that the throbbi
Jason PovThe next morning I feel myself being shaken.I slowly open my eyes to see Kimberly standing there completely dressed, then I remember her telling me that she start work Monday morning. I glance over at the clock to see its 9:05 a.m., why the hell is she waking me up."I'm about to leave for work, I left your breakfast in the microwave." Did she really just wake me up to tell me some shit like that. I let out a groan, closing my eyes as I turn over to sleep. A few seconds later I hear the front door open and close, letting me know she has left.I lay here for a while, unable to fall asleep again. Giving up on going back to sleep, I sit up letting out a sigh, running my fingers through my uncut hair.Hearing my stomach growl, I get
KimberlyPovNearly two weeks have passed since the night that Jason and I talked. He seems to be a bit more accepting of my presence around his place. Sometimes he's a little more willing to talk to me and not get annoyed about it, mostly when he has been drinking tho. I've gotten comfortable enough with him to let my playful side out that seems to annoy him when I joke around.It's like sometimes he's friendly and okay with talking to me. Then he's back to being closed off, so that's when I decide to annoy him. I realized annoying him always gets him to talk to me, even if it's him telling me to leave him the hell alone and stop being annoying. But I find it all funny. I learn to not take his close off and mean side personally.I don't feel like I'm
Jason PovAfter eating dinner, I sit here watching tv and drink, while Kimberly sleeps on the other end of the couch. Over the past two weeks, I have grown a bit used to seeing her here, but I think she's probably the most annoying person that I've ever met. But for some reason, I have mixed feelings about her annoyance. Even though she's very annoying, she doesn't treat me the way everyone else does.She's not intimidated by me being an alpha. She's not afraid to say what's on her mind, even if she knows I don't want to hear it. She says what she has to say, instead of not saying anything and just look at me with pity like the others. Some of the things she says most wouldn't dare say to me. Ashley was this way. Ashley wasn't intimidated by me, but that's only because she was my mate and knew I would never
KimberlyPovI get back to Jason's condo after work to see that he's not here. He'll probably be back later tonight like normally. I head into the spare room to change into more comfortable clothes. After changing I head into the living room and grab the remote off the table, before taking a seat on the couch. It feels good to get off my feet after walking around waiting tables all day at the diner. My feet and legs always ache after being on them all day.I let out a sigh, turning the tv on and start to flip through the channels. This is what my days mostly consist of. I go to work then come back here and watch tv to pass the rest of the time. I like when Jason is here when I get back for work so I can have someone to talk to. It's mostly a one-sided conversation, but it's better than being alone and b
Jason PovNot having anything to do today, I spend my time laying here on the couch watching tv. Last night I had sex with Emma. It's been so long since I've had sex with someone other than Ashley. Sex with Emma was nothing compared to the sex with Ashley. I have no feelings for Emma and share no connection with her. It was just sex, meaningless sex for pleasure.After sleeping with Emma she told me that it was everything that she imagined it would be. Right now she may think sex with me was amazing, but once she finds her mate she'll see that it doesn't come close to the pleasure that a mate can give you.I may have gotten pleasure for the sex with Emma, but on the other hand, it only made me miss the way Ashley would touch me. I guess I have to accept that I'll never
KimberlyIt's been three days since Jason started teaching me how to defend myself. Every day when I get back from work we train. He seems to know a lot about this kind of stuff. He's a really good teacher. He's patient with me when I mess up. Instead of getting frustrated with me, he just continues to show me how to do it, until I finally get it.Most of the time I'm the one who gets frustrated with myself when I keep messing up. When he shows me what to do, he makes it look so easy, then I mess up when I try to do exactly what he just showed me. But when I start to get frustrated he always tells me that it's okay to mess up, because I'll learn from my mistakes. I can see that this isn't something new to him. Someone had to teach him all of this.It's like training brings a diff
JasonPovAfter Kimberly kissed me, I got a message for Luke telling me to come to see him. I've been impatiently waiting for Luke to get back to me. I'm hoping he has gotten more information from his uncle about Ashley's death.As I drive heading to Luke's pack, my thoughts wander back to Kim kissing me. I frown wondering what the hell that was about. Maybe I've been sending her mixed signals by touching her body during training to show her how to correctly do things.I've been touching her a lot during training, in places that would probably be considered as flirting on other occasions, but it was only training. Maybe she got the wrong idea from it all. Maybe I should've explained to her beforehand that a lot of touching would be involved, bu