Chapter 9

              Jason

When I make it home, I see that Kimberly isn't here. I look over at the time to see that it's 11:00 pm. The buses don't run at this time. I told her that it wasn't safe for her to be walking the streets at this time of night. If she managed to run into more trouble, then it'll be her problem to deal with. 

I take a seat on the couch, letting out a sigh. I went to see the oracle today that May told me about. When the old lady held my hands, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she started to chant some gibberish. I don't know if the oracle was much help or not, but she did manage to irritate me with all the riddles she was speaking in. I never understood why oracles speak in riddles, instead of just telling people what the hell they need to know. She said things will revel itself within time, but I have a feeling that she probably tell everyone that crap.

Hearing my stomach growl, I take out my phone and order pizza. 

After about twenty minutes pass I hear a knock on the door, knowing it's the pizza. I sit here on the couch, looking at the tv with my box of pizza and bottle of Remy Martin, eating. I glance over at the clock again to see that it's going on 11:40. I start to wonder where Kimberly could be, Maybe she really has run into more trouble.

Seconds later the door open and Kimberly walk in. I look over at her, seeing that she's a bit more dressed up than she has been the last pass three days 

"Hey." She smiles, stumbling over to the couch, nearly falling.

I frown a little watching her drop down on the couch. I can smell the liquor on her.

She lean back closing her eyes, continuing to smile.

"I guess being attacked once while walk the streets alone at night wasn't good enough." If she's this careless to walk back here alone and drunk, then maybe she deserves to be attacked again. I grab another slice of pizza out the box sitting on my lap, taking a bite looking back over at the tv.

"For your information Mr. I don't care about anything." Her words come out slurred. She stops talking, struggling to take her jacket off. Once she gets it off she throws it onto the floor. "I didn't walk back here alone. I-I didn't walk back here at all. I went to a club with Brandon." She reaches down taking her shoes off.

"Brandon?" I look over at her frowning a little. The only Brandon I know is my brother. What was she doing with Brandon?

"Yeah, I met your cousins John and Miley and your friend Ray. They're really nice." She crawls over to me, taking a seat close to me, folding her legs underneath her. She reaches over grabbing a slice of the pizza out the box. I hold back an instinctive growl of her taking my food. "Brandon stop by looking for you and invited me to come out with him." She closes her eyes as she takes a bite of the pizza, letting out a low moan, chewing.

She opens her eye, looking at me. "We should go back to that club tomorrow, it was fun." She says with a mouth full of pizza. 

"You're drunk." She's being too talkative and friendly right now.

She shakes her head. "I-I'm not drunk." Her words come out slurred as she frowns, looking over at the bottle of Remy Martin sitting on the table. "You're drunk." She laughs as if what she just said was funny. I look at her for a second, before looking over at the tv, she is clearly drunk. 

"I had a drink at the club that was really good. It wasn't horrible like that stuff." She frowns looking over at the bottle sitting on the table again.

I let out a sigh of irritation, looking at the tv. "Can you stop talking now."

"I want to talk to you." She says with a mouth full of pizza.

"Well, I don't want to talk." 

"Why not?" 

"Because I don't," I say starting to get irritated.

"Why not?" She asks again.

A deep growl slips out. I look over at her to see her looking at me with wide eyes, then a big grin spread across her face and she let out a weak growl. I let out a small sigh of relief. She's too drunk to take what just happened seriously.

"Come on, do it again Jason. Your growl sound so animalistic." She giggles, continuing to growl at me. 

"Shut up Kimberly." I look back over at the tv, deciding to just ignore her.

"ShUt Up KiMbErLy." She says mimicking me. I let out another sigh of irritation as I continue to look at the tv ignoring her, telling myself she's drunk. I sit the slice of pizza back into the box, before reaching over grabbing the bottle off the table, taking another sip, starting to feel the effects of the liquor a little.

"You're no fun, Jason. What's wrong? What got you all balled up inside?" Her words come out a slurred, through the pizza in her mouth.

"Mind your business." I pick my slice of pizza back up, taking a bite. I just won't eat and drink in silence.

"Tell me. I use to be a part-time counselor at an elementary school. I'm a really really good listener." She says, not seeming to be able to shut up. It clear that she's one of those people who can't stop talking once they are drunk.

"Do I look like a kid from a damn elementary school?" I glare over at her, closing the box of pizza and place it on the table. I sit back, taking another sip from the bottle, looking at the tv. I don't need her to listen to my problems and I don't care if she's a good listener or not. I just want her to shut up, but it doesn't look like that's going to happen.

"It doesn't matter if you're a kid or not. It's good for anyone to talk about their problems and the way they feel. You probably never talked about it with anyone and now it all has built up inside. You can talk to me. I won't judge no matter what it is." She leans forward and opens the box of pizza, grabbing another slice.

I watch her with a frown. I hate how she seems to know things about me just by observing the things I do. She doesn't know me, but she's right. I haven't talked to anyone about the way I feel. I wasn't raised that way. Alphas aren't supposed to show weak emotions. We are taught to suppress those kinds of emotions. Everyone knows that, so I guess that's why no one ever tried to talk to me about it.

"You can talk to me." She says again.

I let out a sigh, resting my head back, feeling the effects of the liquor starting to numb me. I bring the bottle to my mouth taking a gulp. "You could never understand." She's a human. She knows nothing of my world. She could never understand losing the person you love the most. The person who was made just for you. She may have lost someone she loves before, but it's nothing like losing a mate.

Just like all the other mates, Ashley and I were born with the same soul. Half for her and the other half for me, connecting us on far more than just an emotional or physical level. I lost my other half. I just don't feel like myself anymore. Kimberly could never understand that.

"Well tell me and help me understand." She says.

I shake my head a little. "You want me to talk about my problems, but you probably haven't even talked about your own problems. So why don't you talk about yours." I take another sip from the bottle. She has problems herself. Maybe she's the one who needs to talk about their problems. 

Her mood changes when I bring up her problems. She let out a sigh, looking down at the slice of pizza in her hands. 

"I'll tell you about my problems, then you have to talk to me about yours." She looks back up at me with her glazed over, drunken eyes. I close my eyes, feeling all my emotions fade away into nothing. I think about it for a second, knowing I can't tell her everything. I open my blurry eyes giving her a small nod as I take another sip from the bottle.

She let out another sigh, looking down at her hands. "Well I met this guy a couple of months ago and he was pretty nice so we dated for about two months, then he turned out not to be so nice. I broke up with him and that only made things worst." She stops talking for a second, continuing to look down at her hands. I sit here and listen, feeling numb from the alcohol.

"I was scared that he would hurt me, so I ran. But he found me and he was pissed. He slapped me around, I thought he was going to kill me. I managed to get away and run again, coming here only to run into more problems. I guess I haven't been having the best of luck." She looks back up at me. "N-now I have these nightmares about him sometimes and whenever I'm out in public I'm afraid. Afraid that he will find me again and kill me this time." 

I see that she really does have her own problems. They may be different from mine, but they are still a serious problem that's affecting her day to day life. I don't know much about the emotion of fear, but I can see it in her eyes when she talks about this guy. She's really afraid of this guy.

"Well, I guess you now know my story." She shrugs, giving me a weak forced smile. "Now what's that deal with you?" She asks.

I let out a small sigh, taking another sip from the bottle, trying to see how to tell her this without saying too much about myself and what I am.