~Miranda’s Point of View~
He carried me. Honest to goddess carried me out of the woods. When he offered to help with the letter I shifted and put my dress on, and before I could take one step he picked me up like a bride. I wanted to giggle, I wanted to shout from the treetops. But there was no way I could ruin the moment.
We stopped by a tree near his house to get the shorts he’d left. I hoped he’d stay like he was but I supposed I got my admiring time in. I could never possibly get enough. One day I’d work up the balls to ask him what his tattoos meant but it was just never the right time.
“No one’s home,” he said, putting me down at my front door.
“How do you know,” I asked, curiously.
He sm
What do you think about her mom's confession?? I will likely not have a new chapter for this story tomorrow since the real world is a bit much right now but just as soon as I can get back to it I will! Thank you for reading ~Saree Bee
~Jesse’s Point of View~ It was all I could do to get away from Miranda. I had no clue what that damn letter would say. I thought it might spell it out, then I wouldn’t have to say what I … what I owed her which was the truth. She more than deserved to hear the truth and my tiger was livid. But I just couldn't do it. All the letter did was stir things enough to set Miranda off. Set her off enough to go take up a meeting with her father … and she wasn’t waiting. Just before I left she booked a flight to Sidney to leave in two days. Two days. She’d know. What all did Luca even know? Fuck. Two days and this amazing and beautiful female that my tiger says is the one … is gonna hate me forever. Probably gonna as
~Miranda’s Point of View~ I’d flown to Sidney a dozen times over the years, but never had it taken so damn long. I had no clue why but Dough showed up as the car arrived to get me, and he absolutely insisted on coming along. I wanted to ask why Jesse didn’t come, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. He had his own life, classes. He was probably already behind a bit from helping me. I had to guess Dough just felt someone needed to look out for me. Someone needed to help me. The more I thought about it, the more I didn’t care. I didn’t want to be alone. I gave him my mom’s letter to read on the plane and he kissed my forehead. It was sweet, almost like a brother would do. “What are you even going to say to him,” he asked, as our descent finally began.
~Jesse’s Point of View~If scared shitless was in the dictionary, I was right there next to it. Of course I’d seen my grandfather a ton of times, but he wasn’t exactly the type to give you a piece of candy and bounce you on his knee. I didn’t have a single memory of him that was endearing. We never got ice cream or played in the park together. Oh no, not in Black Myst.I’d never even called him grandfather before to his face, only by his first name and he never said anything if it bothered him. This side of my family wasn’t exactly lovey dovey. I knew what a real grandfather was supposed to be from TV but I’d never experienced it from him.He was more apt to trap you in some sort of invisible box to see if you could get yourself out. Or turn someone next
~Miranda’s Point of View~ "You ... you know them…” My words hung in the air, but I asked a question I didn’t actually want the answer to. Impossible. Luca has always used so few words on purpose, to say so little. Now, he’s saying so few words to say too much. Too much for me to handle. To process all at once. I was sure he didn’t want to have this conversation, he didn’t want to tell me what he had. It was all supposed to stay secret. I was supposed to just be the happy little oblivious daughter who didn’t question anything. My heart felt so heavy, almost like it was ready to burst. It couldn’t take much more. I have a mom then I don’t. I have a father, then he’s dead but then he’s not. He’s s
~Jesse’s Point of View~ I laid in my bed at school, staring at the wall for about the fifth hour straight. My parents had both been calling constantly and I finally had to turn my phone off. If it was serious they’d just show up. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK I inhaled deeply. Ryan and Troy both. Ryan wasn’t here when I got in, weird for the middle of the day but then again he disappeared a lot, and for hours sometimes. Could he secretly teleport too? I didn’t think that was in his power but I guess nothing made sense anymore. My eyes darted around the room, wondering if I should shift and jump out the window. Teleport to a remote island. “Knock it off,” Ryan said, opening the door.
~Miranda’s Point of View~ When we landed in the states I insisted that Dough take me home, to Luca’s home. But again, as if he could read my damn mind he refused. Took me to school instead. He knew I would do something bad, too bad to likely recover from. What did I care at this point? I had nothing. No parents, no mate. No one waiting for me to wonder if I was okay or help guide me into the future. What future? *Yeah I’d like a say in this,* my wolf said, annoyed. I sighed. Who was I kidding? I wasn’t suicidal, I certainly wasn’t stupid enough to get myself locked up. I had such a rage inside me though, and nothing to do with it. Maybe I should learn how to shoot a gun. That could be interesting. Wh
~Jesse’s Point of View~ “Baby, you smell like me…” That can only mean one thing. Only one thing… Blow me down! *Yeeeeah, that’s right. I knew it,* my tiger said, beside himself. I held Miranda’s face, she stared at me trying to put together what I said. She was just as lost for words as I was, and it seemed like we both might faint. This changes everything. Everything. Absolutely everything. Fuck I have to tell the guys. My mum is going to lose it! Miranda’s eyes sparkled a bit and I continued to hold her face, my body moved on its own, going toward her desperate to kiss her perfect lips. I licked mine in anticipa
~Miranda’s Point of View~ Homeless. Basically an orphan. No boyfriend, no guarantee of even having a father for my baby. I don’t know who was at the door that night, and I didn’t want to know. What I did know was that the entire Bailey house had disappeared and no one had heard from them for two days. Alice was losing her mind, and I wasn't sure I had a mind left to lose. Nothing made sense anymore. A month ago I was under a crazy delusion that I had a good life, a decent life. Family who loved me. Stability. Now it’s all gone. I sighed as Alice pulled me into a large office, the kind that was made from probably charging $500 an hour.