My Rejected Heart - Soccerluv4 * (best big ereader TXT) 📗

I couldn’t. I wanted to protest, I wanted to beg, to plead, for her to stop talking and try getting out of the car, but I couldn’t. Her lips curved into a small smile, as her eyes trailed over my face, taking in every feature. I couldn’t let her do this. I wouldn’t let her do this.
“Mom, no, everything’s going to be fine, you’ll be fine. Come on mom, Ethan, Sam, and dad are waiting for us at home! Everything’s going to be just fine, I-“ she cut me off, planting a kiss on my knuckles, before she lay limp in my arms.
Her eyes glazed over, no raw emotion in them, just blank. Time stopped. I couldn’t acknowledge the sounds of distant sirens, the screeching of car tires. I couldn’t see the trees around us, the forest ground, the dirt hill we had rolled down a few seconds ago. Nothing was seen. It was like a soft focus photograph. Everything around was a blur, and the center, crisp and sharp, was me looking down at my mother in my arms. I cried silently. The tears flowed down to my chin, and dropped onto her face. I wiped them off of her and closed her eyes. I wept silently, as a police officer grabbed me out. I continued to weep, as the last image I saw was my mother sprawled on the ceiling of the flipped over car. Her arms outstretched, as if reaching for me, as if calling me back, but I couldn’t. I’d lost her forever, and it was my entire fault.
Flashback End

No, I could not fail my mom. She was my role model, my best friend, my protector. I missed the stories we used to tell each other, or how we would watch TV and my mother would point out all the hot guys, while I blushed. I loved how we used to bake cookies together every weekend, or how we used to take long walks down to the park. I missed her sparkling brown eyes, her beautiful brown hair flowing around her face. Her eyes lighten with amusement as she played a prank on us, or made a joke. She made our lives complete. Without her, I felt so empty, so heartbroken, and it was truly my fault for not saving her in time.
I turned my head to the side, looking at the clock. It was way past time to leave for school. I would surely be late if I left now. But at that moment, I really didn’t care. Waking up the dormant thoughts of my mom left me so vulnerable right now, I just didn’t have the heart to face school.
Grabbing a new t-shirt, a worn out black sweatshirt, and my backpack, I ran out the door.
The cool morning air felt good against my aching body. I wish I had taken a shower after the beating, but sadly I couldn’t. I was still surprised that everyone ate and left without hearing my father beat me. But honestly, I doubt they would care.
Shoving my hands into my sweatshirt, I took in the view. The October sky was lit with warm hues of orange and yellow, as the sun slowly crept its way onto the cloudless blue sky. The houses around me were surrounded by trees, as I got closer to the forest.
The familiar dirt trail greeted me as I ventured inside the forest, taking in the scenery. The dirt was slightly moist and patches of grass were light with dew drops. Gnarly tree branches reached out towards the eminent sky, blocking the view. I was in serenity. All I needed was a few supplies, and I could seriously enjoy living out here. I chuckled at that quietly, but not before looking around frantically. I half expected my dad to jump out from behind the trees and beat the crap out of me again for laughing. I think he was just getting edgy because it was almost my eighteenth birthday. A week had flown by since I found out Drew was my mate, leaving my birthday only two days away. It was one of those rare moments when I wished my dad didn’t know what day my birthday was, because he treated me worse then.
A tear slipped from my eyes and I wiped it away hastily. No need for crying when I can relax in the forest. I walked further in, until I stepped into a wide clearing. The giant trees gave enough shade, and the grass was not as damp. I sat down and pulled a sketchbook from my backpack. I sketched the scenery before me, adding detail and shading wherever needed. To be honest, I was a pretty good artist, not incredibly great, but slightly well nonetheless. For some reason, I felt like someone was watching me. I couldn’t smell or hear anything, but that may have been because my wolf was trying to mend my injuries. Suddenly, the scent of evergreens and musk cologne floated into my nose. I embraced the scent, feeling it swirl around me protectively. Only one person I knew had that scent.
Drew’s ebony colored wolf stalked out of the trees, looking at me with curiosity in his eyes. I dropped my head down to my drawing. He barked menacingly and I jumped at the sudden noise.
I scrambled to my feet, and stood awkwardly stiff. His wolf ran behind the trees, and he came back dressed in a V-neck and jeans.
“Sorry for skipping alpha, I, uh, just didn’t feel too good,” I whispered quietly without eye contact.
“Look at me when you speak! I’m your alpha!” he boomed back. I suddenly felt angry. If he was the damn alpha, why the hell wasn’t he acting like one? Screwing around with Dana when he knew he had a mate was freaking low. I clenched my hands into fists, creating nail marks in my skin. I shut my eyes, willing them not to turn dark brown-grey as I felt my wolf itching to take over.
‘Sweetie, just let me take over, this no good mate needs to learn a lesson,’ my wolf growled.
‘I know he does, but he’s our alpha too. I can’t let you hurt him, not because he doesn’t deserve it, but because he would win against us any day,’ I replied.
I looked back towards him, my usual soft brown eyes almost black and glared. I was done with his shit, I was done with all the crap I was given, but mostly, I was done with my mate.
“Why? Why in the HELL would I need to look at you? So I could see the mistake I’m stuck with? So I could see the betrayal I’m forced to live with? I’ve been through so much pain, that if I looked you in the eyes, you wouldn’t be able to take it. You just don’t understand do you? Everything is always handed to you, your alpha title, the girls, the popularity, the money, the fame, everything. But, for once, what if all those things in life were just objects that mocked you day by day? Try walking down a hallway, only to get shoved because your of so little importance that even the weakest kid thinks you’re weaker! Try being the only wolf that is hated in her pack, the place where everyone belongs! Try being the child of an abusive father!” I screamed at him. Shock and disbelief covered his face, as he judged my eyes for any signs of a lie. He obviously found none, because next thing I know, Drew’s back in his wolf form.
He growled menacingly towards me, but it wasn’t directed at me. I stood there, dumbfounded, before I felt him take a step towards me. For some unknown reason-maybe, an anger high?-I shifted into my wolf and lunged back at him. A low growl emitted from him as we both stood guarded, hackles raised, ready for combat. He ran at me full speed, but I dodged just in time. He bucked his head against my body, sending me flying. I fell to the ground, but quickly stood up and charged at him. I did a fake, and maneuvered around him, but not before biting his hind leg. He let out a yelp and turned around, facing me. His eyes gleamed power, but still held pride in them. What, pride? I growled back at him, but in a quick second, I was underneath him, his wolf pinning mine down.
This position clearly wasn’t good at all.
‘Hmm, actually, I quite like this position,’ Drew whispered huskily through mind link. If I were a human right now, I would’ve blushed 10 shades of red.
We both shifted back, but not before I realized I was stark naked underneath my mate. This was not good! I desperately tried to cover myself, as Drew’s eyes raked up and down my body, but not before I heard a rumbling growl from him. The vibrations passed from his body onto mine, and it felt incredibly sexy. As much as I hated Drew’s alpha tone, his angry demeanor was really turning me on. I blushed at the dirty thoughts, but it didn’t seem Drew had caught it. He was too busy glaring at my stomach. I looked down, only to notice my bruises and bloody bandaging.
“Your father did this?!” His voice all but shook the ground.
“N-no, I’m just kind of a klutz,” I laughed humorously, but I could tell Drew wasn’t buying it.
“Fucking prick! I will beat the shit out of him when I see his fucking ass! Damn idiot!” Drew raked a hand through his brown locks, some falling back into his eyes.
“I will get that son of a bitch, and when I’m done with him, no one will hurt you Arianna, I promise,” I looked at him with awe, pride, and a bit of distrust. What if he just wound up hurting me again? I really couldn’t risk it, being hurt all over again. But as I gazed into his determined eyes, I felt like I could trust him this time, fully and with all my heart.
“O-okay,” I whispered back. He leaned in ever so slightly, and kissed my lips hungrily. I slid my hands up his toned torso, taking in every sculpted plane and crevice. My arms eventually found his neck, where I tugged at his luscious hair. Our mouths connected with one another, each time I moved, he moved to fill up the empty space. It was like a jigsaw puzzle, and we were the two pieces that matched to finish the whole thing. We parted, and he continued kissing my face, down my jaw, and onto my neck. He kissed my collar bone and went lower, kissing my upper chest.
“You’re mine, Arianna Mitchell. Every damn inch of you is mine, all mine, and I will promise to keep it that way,” he smiled at me before crashing his lips onto mine yet again. I felt like we were in a bubble, protected and loved. It felt as if I was travelling with the wind in this bubble, light as air, yet sturdy. Our relationship was indeed crazy, and I still couldn’t trust him much, but I could see it in his eyes, how much he regretted his actions. I just hoped he lived up to his promise.


Chapter 9