Alpha

The Alpha. The beginning. So many questions, so little answers. Also, thanks you @cspenser for an awesome cover!! :)

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3. The scar

I get home, palms sweating, and heart pounding. I was surprised he couldn't hear it beat. I want him to know already and be okay with it. I want him to, but this is something that I have to tell him. I don't want to be a lie my whole life. 

"What was it you wanted to tell me?"

He asks as I sit down on his bed.

"You remember the night you woke up with a scar?"

I ask.

"Yup, can't forget it"

He says. 

"I never knew who did it either."

 

"Um... I now who did it."

I say. I don't know how to enter into it, but I have to beat around the bush for now.

"Who did it?!"

He says, his usual charm draining from his face, like rain comes down from clouds, drop by drop

"Your not making this any easier"

I mumble.

His face turns from intrigued, to angry.

"What?"

He says.

"Your kidding right. You didn't do it, right?"

He asks. 

"It was meant for more than a scar."

I say. 

"I planned it for weeks. I wanted to make it easier for me. I considered the fact that Aunt Mercy killed her own brother, because she knew she was the week link of the family. I thought it'd be easier for me, but when I tried, I realized that I'm not as heartless as she is. When we found out it was her who tried to kill us, I knew I had made the right choice."

I expect his reaction to be angry, but instead his normal tan skin turns pale. 

"I would be mad.But I'm not going to keep secrets."

he says

"I tried to kill you too. I had similar thoughts than you, but I didn't get nearly as far as you did, because we killed Mercy,and I realized that I would end up like her if I did. So I stopped."'

There is a moment of silence.

"I'm sorry."

I say.

"Me too."

He replies. 

we hug, and go to the woods again.

 

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