Bedeviled Mate

I didn't calculate properly, how difficult it would be to stay in the same roof with your mate who had once declared your death and in fact believed that he had killed you.

But no amount of calculation or pep talk could ever prepare me for the kind of pain that hit me sometime in the night after I tried many times but failed to fall asleep.

It gripped me so fucking hard I popped painkillers and gulped down glasses of water, massaging my chest and mourning my inability to reach into my heart and simply rip it out.

Because dying was better than that pain.

It hurt like a bitch and I hated that I recognised its source so much and now knew properly, what it meant.

Xavier, my mate, was fucking someone else.

I couldn't stop imagining one of those human girls he had brought with him, nor could I stop myself from conjuring images of him drinking from them while they blew him off or went as deep as having his dick in their holes.

Those cheap disgusting bitches.

I hated them all and