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.

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“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?