Chapter 2 Two

• CHAPTER
• TWO
•  
• It is the middle of the night. I feel
• a sharp pain in my stomach which makes me scream. I almost immediately feel a
• warm hand on mine, and I know it’s my mom. I really did not want to wake her.
• “Mum…..mum…..”. I try telling her
• what’s wrong with me in between sobs, but it is excruciating. The pain reduces
• for a moment and then I feel it again, this time more intense.”.I scream as I
• hold on tightly to my mom’s hand.
• I finally find my voice. “Please do
• something, it hurts.”
• “I am sorry baby, I can’t.”, she says
• with a forlorn look in her eyes as she runs her hands through my hair- she does
• that to calm me down.
• “What is happening, mom?”. I ask,
• sniffing.
• “Your supposed mate is having sex.”,
• she clarifies.
• “What can I do? This pain is
• unbearable.”, I say as more tears escape my eyes.
• “You have to accept his rejection,
• honey.”
• I cry harder this time, not because of
• the pain, but because I know I am going to be without a mate all my life, I am
• going to feel the exact pain my mother felt when my dad rejected her. I don’t
• want to live the rest of my life mateless, without acceptance from anyone.
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• I wake up the next morning and have my
• bath. While bathing, my skin feels rough. I look down, wanting to know what is
• wrong. I can’t help the look of horror on my face when I see the reason for the
• sudden roughness of my skin.
• Marks. Fucking marks.
• Where did they emanate from?
• I promptly decide not to ask my mom. I
• don’t want her worrying more about me than she already is.
• I brush aside my thoughts and put my
• clothes on. I wear a black turtle-neck top and a pair of black jeans. I don’t
• see the need to look good, since I don’t have a mate, not even a boyfriend, to
• impress. I pack my long, blonde hair into a rough bun and carry my bag. I run
• down the stairs n a bid to get to school early, but I am instead stopped by my
• mom.
• “Honey, breakfast”, she says calmly.
• Aarrrrrghhhh!
• “Okay, Fine.”, I roll my eyes, take a
• seat at the dining table and begin to eat my toast silently.
• “Honey, how are you feeling? , did you
• notice any…….” , she trails off, afraid to ask. That means she knows about my
• marks.
• “No, mum. I am fine.”
• She gives me a sad look.
• “See, mom, I am fine okay? I
• promise.”, I try my best to smile.
• “Okay, honey. I love you, bye.”, my
• mum replies, and I ride my bike to school.
• **********************
• “Morning, how is my best friend
• doing?”, Sheldon asks, and I laugh.
• “I am fine guys, really.”, I reply,
• hitching my bike up higher on one shoulder.
• Kieran gives me a questioning look,
• and asks “Are you sure?”.He looks back and I follow his gaze.
• The hurt, anger, betrayal, and pain I
• feel on seeing Jordan and Daisy together is inexplicable. I just don’t know
• what to do. I turn back to my friends.
• “So, guys… who is up for the park
• after school?”. I ask, and they all smile sadly at me.
• “Guys, I am fine, okay? let’s go.”.
• We all go to our classes.
• Anonymous POV
• “Kim, I really want you to leave now”.
• I try to say calmly.
• I have lived for years without my
• mate, which means I can survive if eventually, I don’t find her at all. Kim is
• just someone I have sex with. No strings attached, but I guess she is having
• none of such. Why do girls have to attach great importance to relationships?
• “But, baby……..”, she tries saying,
• caressing me. I feel really disgusted at this point.
• “Kim. Leave. Now”. I pick my words
• carefully and I see her flinch.
• “Fine,”. She scoffs and leaves my
• office.
• My parents even want me to get married
• to her. Everyone has lost the hope of me finding my mate, but of course, she is
• the only one who can bring me happiness.
• “Excuse me, sir?”. That is my personal
• assistant, and he is also my best friend.
• “Come in.”, I reply lightly.
• “We have to travel to Were High School
• tomorrow.”, says Carson.
• “Why?”. I ask.
• “Man, you shouldn’t be asking. When
• was the last time you visited the school?. It is your responsibility, you
• know?. He pens down some things in the notebook he is holding and looks down at
• me, waiting for an answer.
• “Fine. We’ll pay them a visit
• tomorrow. Notify them of my arrival.”
• “You know, people are right.”, Carson
• says.
• I already know what he is insinuating.
• Not
• again!
• “About?”  I question.
• “You snap at people a lot and it has
• to do with you not having a mate. People are concerned”. Carson informs me.
• “I’m tired of this conversation,
• Carson. If you want to badger me about marrying someone who is not my mate,
• count me out. See you tomorrow, Carson.”.
• I walk out of the office, leaving him
• standing there, and I leave the building.
• What is it with everybody asking me to
• get mated to just anyone?