Forbidden Love - D M Broadfield (phonics reading books txt) 📗

Yas he had to get through me first. What I never expected was his reaction.
“You stupid bitch! You will stand in front of this mongrel to protect him?” he was livid and he literally flung me out the way.
I shook as I hit the wet ground, whipping my head round quickly as Yas leapt at Gareth. Yas had turned into my white wolf instantly, his lips drawn back showing his bright white K9 teeth, the sound of his menacing growl truly scared me and they charged at each other. The snapping and growls were so loud, I got up and raced towards their tangled bodies. I managed to get in between them, and as Gareth struck out at Yas, he caught my shoulder, the pain was horrific.
My scream of pain stopped them in their tracks, Gareth’s face was mortified and Yas reaction was that of horror, he let out a howl of pain as if he was hurt too and then I saw a huge tear escape from his eye as he looked down at my shoulder.
I watched as he shook his long head and turned and sprinted away.
“Yeah, keep running as well. FREAK!” Gareth shouted towards Yas as he turned the corner.
” You bastard!” I yelled at him, totally forgetting about my injured shoulder.
Gareth tried to help me up, but I just pushed him away.
“Don’t touch me!” I spat, as I slapped his hand anyway.
He never replied I could tell he was too angry to. I knew there was no point trying to escape Gareth, I had to go back home, but I wanted to finish speaking to Yas. We never finished our conversation; I kind of knew it was over the pain in my chest hurt more than my shoulder.

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Chapter 6 – Absence makes the heart

weaker

I followed Gareth home, refusing to talk to him along the way, my whole reason for living had just left me, and I didn’t care any more.
I hadn’t even noticed the rain falling as it washed my tears away, I really needed to speak to Yas, and my whole existence had changed the moment our lips and hearts met. But I knew he would be gone now for how long I wasn’t sure.
As we reached our front door, my father stood there, his face livid. I no longer cared what he would do or say, chain me to my room, whatever, I will succumb to any punishment, because without Yas what point was there to carrying on.
I barely reacted when I saw his face turn from anger to that of concern, he noted my injured shoulder, and leapt from the steps and ran to me, gently reaching out for me and checking my shoulder.
“What happened?”
“What does it matter, I’m fine.” I replied, my tone was dead, no life to it.
“She stood in between me and Yas as he attacked me, I retaliated and she got hurt.” Gareth answered my father and shrugged his shoulders as if it was no big deal.
My body shook in temper, as I heard his words.
“No! You attacked me, you pushed me to the floor, and Yas was defending me!” I hissed at him ignoring my father’s tight hold.
“Gareth, get in the house, I will talk to you later, Carrie come with me let’s check that shoulder, we can discuss this later.”
Gareth shrugged his shoulders and headed into the house, while father pulled me to one side.
“Where is Yas now?” he asked.
His voice wasn’t bitter or angry and I had to look into his eyes to try and work out his emotions, he seemed interested and a little concerned.
“I don’t know, I told him about us and the premonition, he said....................he couldn’t be with....me....any more.” I struggled to voice the words, I knew it was the truth, but hearing my words out loud, it anguished and tortured me beyond anything I have imagined.
My legs gave way as I finally succumb the pain, my father gathered me up in his arms and carried me through the house to my room, I vaguely heard my mother panicking in the background and my father’s deep voice reassuring her I was physically ok.
And then I was alone.
I lay there on my bed, the darkness surrounded me, and I wasn’t sure whether it was the night or a product of my own imagination.
I had heard the story’s and legends that when an immortal discovers their souls mate, their whole existence is about them, being absent from them destroys your soul, and weakens you. But this, this is more that what I thought possible, I was just a shell.

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The following afternoon, my mother came into my room and sat down slowly on my bed, stroking the loose wild strands of my hair off my face, as I stared blankly out my window.
“Carrie, you have to eat sweetheart,” she said trying to comfort me and wake me from the depression.
I couldn’t find the energy or the will to answer her back. She continued to stroke my hair, I barely noticed the soft strokes, all I could see and feel was the pain and disgust in Yas’s eyes, the last image I have of him, my white wolf crying.
My body spasm again as the pain whipped through me.
“Shhh Carrie-ann I know how you feel, honey, it will pass.”
That got a reaction.
“What!” I yelled “how can you possibly know how I feel, have you ever tried to be away from father, did he reject you because of what you are? No! So don’t sit there trying to pacify me with bullshit, you have no comprehension of how I feel, how Yas is feeling!”
She looked startled and offended and at that moment I truly didn’t care, it was the first moment in my life I actually wished I wasn’t born, and that I wasn’t a Vampire.

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After almost two weeks, I was in such a state father threaten to use an intravenous drip to feed me if I didn’t move sooner. So I made myself get up, and made myself walk down the stairs to the kitchen and have my dose of blood.
As soon as the sweet blood touched my lips the cramps in my stomach subsided, my vision was stronger and my hearing improved dramatically. Unfortunately it didn’t cure the pain that was still so intense in my heart.
I finished off three bags of blood, before the memory of the fact Yas was never going to return.
His mother came round a few days after I last saw him, she was wild with anger and she was just as panic stricken as I was over his whereabouts.
She wanted to know what had happened to make her son disappear; my father had to explain I never had the heart to face the woman I had hurt.
My mother had kept in touch with her over the past few weeks, trying to find out the whereabouts and safety of Yas.
I was grateful for that, even though I knew she didn’t want us to be together she couldn’t stand seeing me in this zombie stage.
So the contingency plans I made previously were like a strong calling.
I washed my glass as I thought how I was going to make my escape.
Even though Yas had gone, my parents, Gareth and the innocent people of Port Townsend needed protecting, I had made my decision, I had to leave, it wouldn’t be long before spring was on our door step and I knew it was roughly around that time they would attack.
So I made my decision, all I had to do no was put it into action.
The longer I left it, the more likely I was going to stall, waiting for a lover who wouldn’t return.
I returned to my bedroom and slid open my mirrored wardrobe, I knew somewhere amongst the hundreds of shoes and mountains of clothes was the back pack I was after.
At last behind my old long leather rain coat was the back pack I was looking for.
It was one of them huge camping types with at least twenty plus storage pockets, and one huge compartment big enough to hold at least a week’s worth of clothes.
I swiftly packed whilst the rest of the family were busy, occupying themselves with their daily chores and routines.
I had to make my move when the time was right, when they were either distracted or sleeping. The more I considered the idea the more I was inclined to go in the early hours of the morning not long after mother retires to bed.
I knew Jenson McCall still hadn’t arranged any of the council members to house watch me; he was very busy assisting the higher ranking members of the council with the increasing pack formations in the past few weeks since the mass premonition.
I heard Yas’s mother Tohopka had formed an alliance with several Were panthers and lions. According to the rumour she was the Alpha. She was forming the packs and her own army so to speak because she didn’t trust the council to destroy the threat of part bloods, more so the two that were destined to execute Yas.
So apart from my parents and Gareth I never had any real worries about my escape, apart from literally getting past them first.

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It was dinnertime and mother insisted that we all sat down together in the dining room and ate dinner all together for a change.
Father had been working later in the evenings than usual, no doubt due to the Were beast activities, and Gareth had been doing endless practice nights for the football team.
This was the first night we all been home together at the same time for a long while.
I had to make sure my thoughts were concealed, making sure nothing slipped past if my family got wind of my plan I dread to know what the consequences would be.
I made my way down stairs, and walked into the dining room, my mother and father had set the long dark oak table up with all the trimmings. Mother’s best silver was set on the table with soft baby pink silk napkins, and central of the table was a beautiful bouquet of red and yellow Gerberas.
I could smell the roast lamb; the aroma of it with a subtle hint of rosemary filed the air as father carried it in.
“Take a seat Carrie-Ann, don’t just stand there.”
I took my seat opposite Gareth, he always found these sit down meals tedious, and tonight I couldn’t have agreed more.
I still wasn’t hungry; my stomach was already full with dread and despair. I tried to hide my feelings as well as my thoughts from my family; I knew it was going to be difficult as well as the eating part.
My father eyed me suspiciously, I hoped it were because of the lack of interest I was showing to the spread and not my thoughts.
“Looks wonderful mother,” Gareth said trying to break the stares of concern from my mother and father. Gareth slyly kicked me from beneath the table trying to get my attention; I looked up as he projected a thought to me.
“Just eat for crying out loud!”
I never answered, I still hadn’t forgiven Gareth for his actions against Yas, and I had no intentions of forgiving him any time soon.
I ate a few mouthfuls of the boiled lightly seasoned baby potatoes but as soon as they hit my empty stomach it caused me to cramp.
Mother and father began making idle conversation with Gareth over trivial things at school, the football team etc...I lost interest and just stared absent-mindedly at my