Not Far

Jean is subjected to a rude awakening when she parts ways with her best friend. She makes her way to Washington D.C. before finally running into a group of survivors, but is she in for more than she bargained for? Will she slowly lose her mind in this lonely world of devastation and no hope?


5. One and only

No one heard a word out of me for the first quarter of the way back. I wasn't sure if anyone noticed, though. Not that I cared or anything. 
  For some strange reason, I decided to trail behind. I could barely look these people in the eye. While I knew that killing that little girl was for the best, it still didn't feel right. I felt awful. To think that I was that close to taking in a child, raising one as my own, but had it ripped away from me. 
'God I hate Edward..and his stupid dirty face..and his stupid dirty hair..and how he stupidly listens to Alpha W-' I gasped at the thought of Alpha Wolf. It was his decision too. He was the one who gave Edward the order, but I couldn't bring myself to hate him. He was the leader, after all. He knew what was best for the group. 
   I was so deep in thought that I didn't realize that Alpha W, as Pam liked to call him, had fallen behind with me. I kept staring at the ground, kicking the gravel under my boots. 
  "Go back up there. You're too valuable. No one'll care if I get bitten." I claimed, crossing my arms and looking up at him. My eyes meeting with his dark, coal-like eyes. 
  "Why? I'm sure they wouldn't care. Edward would know what to do if I were to-" 
  "Stop. I really don't want to think about that right now." I sighed. He smiled at this and stopped walking, grabbing my wrist. I huffed, looking away, trying to avoid any eye contact. 
  "Jean..." He trailed off, a hand on the tip of my chin. He attempted to get me to look at him, but ultimately failed. Every time he got me to look at him, I looked in the other direction.
  "Jean look at me." He demanded, this time wasting no time by putting his hands on my cheeks, holding my head in place. I had tears in my eyes, and I didn't want him to see them. I could tell that he did though, his eyes widened slightly when he saw my sorrowful face, my teary eyes. 
  Even though I saw his lips moving, I couldn't hear him. It went through one ear and out the other. I was too caught up in my own little world, I couldn't even tell what was happening to myself. I barely felt the tears trickling down my face. I only noticed that I had been crying when he wiped the tears away. 
  I wrapped my arms around him, burying my face in his shoulder, crying my eyes out. I was sure that I would be dehydrated later, and with that would come an awful headache, but it was worth it. I needed this. 

*The Wolf's POV*

  I couldn't afford to lose someone like her, I needed to make sure she'd do anything for me. She seemed to be giving up, I couldn't have that. 
  "Jean, listen to me, that needed to happen. Look at it this way, she's free now." I smiled at her. She didn't respond, only stared. 
  "She doesn't have to live in this awful world anymore. Jean. We need you here. I need you." I told her, hoping that saying this would push her closer to being under my thumb. I was caught by surprise when a single tear trickled down her cheek. I ran my thumb along her cheek, wiping it away. Her eyes flicked upward for a moment, and she immediately collapsed into my arms, crying into my shoulder.
  "I-I'm sorry. I know that y-you're right. You always are." She muttered. I smirked, pushing her away slightly.
  "We should catch up." I suggested, grabbing her wrist. I was a step closer to having my own stone cold killer. I have to plan my actions out carefully, make sure she falls deeply in love, then she'd do anything for me.

  *Jean's POV*

  He grabbed my wrist, pulling me along the way. I couldn't stop the blush that slowly crept onto my cheeks. I mindlessly followed him as we passed through the thick forest, cutting around our own group. I furrowed my eyebrows, staring at him in confusion.
  "They're over there..." I trailed off, pointing toward the west where the trail was. I could still hear the shuffling of our group, the subtle clank of metal. 
  He glanced back at me, not uttering a word, only placing a finger over his lips. He had told me to be quiet. I didn't want to, but I couldn't help it. The noise from our group soon faded as we ventured deeper into the woods. It was almost impossible to see the trail and I knew that the group was far behind us. Next thing I knew, he had put me in front of a tree and took off in the direction of the trail. I was too confused to yell at him, too caught up in my own world of thoughts. 
  Soon, it became dark, and I had found myself still by the tree, sitting in my own misery. It didn't seem like he was coming back, meaning I was on my own again. I buried my face in my knees. The only warm articles of clothing I had were my long socks, which I was currently shoving my forearms into. A chill was sent down my spine, which was not helping my current situation.
  The sounds of rustling leaves echoed from all around me. Even if I wanted to run off and go back, I couldn't. Cause I had no fucking idea where I was! I wouldn't know what direction I'd be going in cause it all sounds and looks the fucking same! 
  Anger had began to rise from deep within me as I shot up. I grabbed the small switchblade from my sock and started to venture forward. A glare seemed to be permanently carved into my face as I clenched my jaw, practically stomping as I moved. I answered the growls coming from beside me with a knife plunging deep into the source's forehead, repeatedly stabbing. Eventually my hand came into contact with the rotting flesh of the walker, but I didn't stop. My knife may have been missing, but I wouldn't stop.
  "How dare he leave me!" I shrieked, still beating in the head of the dead. I took a deep breath and stepped away.
  "I-" I stopped, staring down at it. 
  "What am I going to do?" I asked myself while wiping a tear away. I had barely gotten to know him, and I knew I was in love. Despite all that he had put me through, especially this, I still love him. He was always going to be my one and only, and there was nothing I could do about it. Was I going to get over him after leaving? Probably not. So much had changed for me, and yet here I was, back to where I started. Back to the way it was before I met them. Before I met him.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...