Collin was an upbeat guy, the only time he showed no emotion, was when it was really bad. He turned into my room and layed me on the bed. Then he left. No more words. Just me. Sitting there crying. I hated myself for not being there. I could've saved them!
But alas I was here falling in love, not a care in the world.
Where was my mate?
The thought quickly left my mind, as I shut down. The next few days went by in a blur. Collin would bring me food, and not talk. Then Layla would come in and take the tray of food away (I lost 15 pounds through this. Needless to say I looked bad.) She would also apologize, I wanted to hug her, but I just couldn't right now. This went on for about 9 days. "Okay get up now!" It was Lucas. I didn't say anything.
"I'm not watching you kill yourself slowly! Collin comes out of this room every day and cries! He never freaking cries! Jesus Kat! Don't you see what you're doing to all of us?! This silence is killing us too! We lost people too! I mean Jonathan is gone! He left because he found his mate there, but she died in that war. So he just walked out on us! My best friend! He's gone! And all you can do for your friends is worsen everything! Stop being so selfish!"
That was all he had to say. I was being so stupid. People needed me and I just shut them out. "I'm sorry, I know you lost people too. Do me a favor and help me up?" Jonathan gave me a small smile and helped me off the bed. "You wanna go take a shower?" I nodded.
He walked me to the toilet by the shower. "I'm gonna go get Layla for this." He gave a nervous chuckle. I just smiled at him. "KAT!!!" Layla screamed and ran to me hugging me. I hugged her back happy to have her back.
"I'm sorry!" She said. "You have nothing to be sorry about." She smiled and sat on the floor infront of me. "He loved you ya know?" She said as she put a cigarette in her mouth and lit it. When did she start to smoke?! "Want one?" I nodded.
I heard its suppose to relieve stress, here goes nothing. "Who loved me Layla?" She smiled a sad smile and shook her head. "Vince." I broke all over. But this time I just took a long drag on the cigarette. "It was just a crush." This made her laugh. A cold hard laugh.
What had happened to my upbeat goody two shoes friend? You did. The war did. She needed you. A voice said in my head. "A crush?! Is that why he died trying to save your parents lives?! He freaking loved you! I was almost positive he would've rejected his mate for you! And you, you just used him. Although you liked him, he loved you. And here you were falling for your mate! Who's probably at the club again!" She screamed.
"He tried to save my parents?" My voice came out small and fragile. Which made Layla look at me, realizing what she had just said. "Oh sweety I'm sorry! This war, this loss, it's changed me." I nodded. Looking down at my feet. "What'd you mean he's probably at the club again?" Regret and pity flashed through her eyes. "He's back to his old ways. Ever since we came back. It was the war. And you shut down. He stayed strong for a day. Then well you know." Yet again the breaking feeling coursed through me. "Why would he do this?!" She shrugged. After that she helped me take a shower.
When I got out we got me into some clothes and walked out. And boy did I regret it. There came a drunk Derek walking down the hall. A beer in one hand and a slut in the other. For a split second I saw the pain flashing through his eyes. Then it was gone. Replaced by a cold expression.
What had happened to my Derek?
Derek's POV
As she crept out of sight I turned to the blonde in my arms. "I think you should leave." I stated. "What?!" She protested. And with that I walked into my room. I went over to my notebook and my guitar. What to write.
It has to be good. I managed to get two verses in before I wanted to leave. This song was gonna be harder than I expected. I walked out of my room and followed the scent of my mate. There she was. She was standing with Layla on the border, smoking. Woah wait smoking?! I walked over to her.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?!" Her eyes that I had missed so much looked up at me, shocked and hurt. "I'm smoking not that you care." I scoffed. "Of course I care! Why are you smoking?"
She just focused on the sky. "Just go back to that slut of yours." I was mad, but understood. "I kicked her out. We didn't do anything. I'm sorry Kat. I'll make this up to you somehow." And with that I walked away. Knowing I had a plan.