A friend
I couldn’t choose between these songs, so I’ll leave it up to you!
Romanza ~ Andres Madariaga
Say It Ain’t So ~ Weezer
My Heart Hurts ~ Atlus, Lexnor
Donny didn’t understand the implications of Shane’s words. How could he? I’d never met a man like him. There was no one else like him. Donny also didn’t understand his death was inevitable if he continued to see me, but I did. This was all my fault. Donny was dead because of me. This wouldn’t have happened if I’d just been firm and told him no, but even then, I knew that was an excuse. It was normal to have friends, and even if I belonged to Shane, I could still have a life outside of him. There was no need to kill him. Donny didn’t deserve to die. He did this because Donny was a threat and because he could. I sobbed. He hadn’t asked me what was going on, and he didn’t let me explain. He did what he wanted and didn’t think twice.
Donny had committed no crime.
The world sways beneath my feet, and I grip my temple as I stagger. My mouth watered as the contents of my stomach rushed up. I hunched forward and emptied it all over the sand. I’ve never thrown up noodles before, but the spice burned as much, if not more, coming out as it did going in. The sting caused my eyes to water, and the noodles hung from my mouth. I gagged as my nose ran, and my tears continued to flow. My hands rest on my knees as I struggle to breathe. It’s like sucking air in through a straw. Saliva dripped from my open mouth as I spiraled.
There’s a loud thump, and my eyes dart to the sound, where I found Donny motionless on the ground. His head tilted at an odd angle, his hair is a mess, strands framing his face. His beautiful brown unseeing eyes were frozen in a mix of fear and pain. The surrounding noise was muffled. I couldn’t hear what the men around me were saying. One was willful and unbending, while the other was pleading. Only when the latter voice became panicked, did I gulp a lungful of air. Lifting my chin, my gaze swept over Shane. You’d think he’d be happier after killing the man that pissed him off, but the anger is still etched in his features. Each breath causes his chest to expand, and his head tilts to the side as he arches an eyebrow. Odis says something as his hand gestures to the beach filled with people. I straighten my back as his words reach my ears. Odis turns to me and our eyes lock before he turns back to his alpha.
“Kill them,” Shane said nonchalantly. As if he were discussing the weather or what to wear today, instead of ordering the deaths of every beach goer here.
“There are women and children here. They don’t even know who we are,” Odis pleads.
“No!” I shout.
Shane finally looks at me and I feel my heart caving in on itself. The wretched beast of a man glares at me, but all I see is the man who held my hand and gave me his hoodie. I need to see the man who actually stands in front of me., not the one I want to see. Shutting my eyes, I open them and nod my head. Shane towers over me, there isn’t a trace of remorse in his gaze. If he were a dragon, smoke would billow from his nostrils and his eyes would glow red. I can almost feel the heat radiating off of him from where I stand.
“Don’t kill them. Let’s leave,” I whispered. Cautiously, I make my way toward him, until I’m standing in front of him. He was wound tight. The wrong move would make him snap, but it didn’t stop me. Reaching out to touch him, his eyes tracked the movement.
“Don’t,” he growled.
His eyes flashed yellow briefly before he pulled the chains on Max, yanking him back. This could be a mistake, but I don’t care. Ignoring the way Korra begs me to leave him alone, I don’t say anything as I continue. His muscles rippled when my fingers touched his arm. In one quick move, he’s grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his chest. Now it’s his turn. His index and middle finger curl. He used them to brush up my cheek. He holds the fingers in front of our faces. The evidenced of my sorrow glistened.
“You cry for him,” he snarled. My chin trembled, and more wetness ran down my cheeks. I blinked the tears away as I stared into the eyes of the man I love. With my free hand, I reached up and rubbed one of his curls between my thumb and index finger. How could someone so fucking breathtaking be so evil?
“I do,” I whispered. Shane chomped at the bits and I flinched as his grip on my wrist tightened painfully.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because he was a friend,” I choked on a sob.
“Someone who wants to fuck you isn’t a friend,” Shane scoffed. I shook my head.
“It wasn’t that. We’ve been friends since I came here. He…” I trailed off.
“He fucked you,” he stated.
“He did, and I let him,” I said honestly.
“He took what was mine,” he growled.
“No,” I denied.
“Yes,” he huffed.
“No. I gave him what was mine to give,” I said firmly.
Shane laughed then. It wasn’t the same laugh I’d seen when his eyes crinkled and his smile spread across his face. This one looked as if it were bitter. His eyes didn’t close all the way, the obsidian looked down on me, and the dimple was barely visible. It was cruel. His chin dipped and the hand on my wrist disappeared, only to reappear on the back of my neck. I watched as all laughter vanished as his fingers clawed against my scalp. It shouldn’t have felt good, but Shane held me close, closer than he had when he’d taken me up against the wall of my apartment.
“You are mine, Adea. Always have been, always will be. Nothing is yours to give. Everything you have, everything you are, is mine,” he growled.
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