The Beginning Prt 3

Colton? Why’re you in my head? I blanche and press my hands to the sides of my skull and slump back down to put my face between my knees. To continue trying to regulate my breathing once more, confused he linked after the two-week silence of rejection I’ve just endured, and still caught up in my own meltdown.

I told you. I can feel you freaking out. You’re afraid. What is it? Tell me. If you need me, my help, I need to know where you are. What’s happening.

The sob that bursts from my throat as he says the words I have been longing to hear since I last saw him, breaks me all over again. That care and need to protect me, because despite rejection, he still has the urges of a mate. I blurt out my worry and break into over emotional terrified tears, fueled by knowing I’m a freak with blood colored eyeballs.

My EYES are RED!! I think there is something seriously wrong with me. I snort, and wail into the emptiness of my room, gripped with act