Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond

- Cleo -

I spent the night asleep on the side of the road.

It must have been easily 2am or 3am when I left the Red Thorn pack, I hadn't thought past getting away from Mum. Hadn't even realised what time it was...I just knew I had to leave.

I pulled the car over when anger started to turn into hurt...my vision becoming blurry with tears and my breathing getting laboured from my sobs.

I just needed to sleep, I didn't care that I was alone, by the side of a road. I was exhausted.

I lowered the car seat down, laying back and curling up into a ball...crying myself to sleep.

There was something therapeutic about crying myself to sleep...something I hadn't done in a long time.

It means I have woken up stronger, more focused...it was now just me and bump.

I was startled awake by a female police officer who gently tapped on the car window before moving me along.

I guess Jaxon's car wasn't the type to be sat by the side of the road all night without raising suspicion.

The main problem, other than walking out on everything I've ever know, I didn't actually know where to go.

I couldn't go back, I won't go back.

I love my parents, there was no doubt about that, but my childhood wasn't without its challenges.

Do I want to raise a child in a home environment where some days I would be guessing Mum's behaviour still, and worrying about how she would be around a baby.

I've managed to find a petrol station that has a self serve coffee machine and pastries for breakfast. I didn't actually eat very much last night, my stomach calling out to be fed.

My phone is in my hand, numerous missed calls and text messages from Dad, Ares...even Mum, but also Jaxon.

I hadn't told him I was home...I didn't really get the chance before I was

at the Dark Phantom pack right now, I can't. It wasn't just Callie's eyes...but also

mate, but I had betrayed my best friend. Someone who had always been like a

in my phone's inbox. Could he help me? Do I want him to help me?

calling him. It was early, and a Sunday morning, I must have woken him.

I lower the phone down

away from his ear, a swooshing noise

I wake

but that's okay. I thought it was my

to make general conversation with

Genuine concern is

"Erm..."

"Cleo?"

pack." The

you?" A growl vibrates through the earpiece on the phone, shaking me

"At a petrol station."

one, I'm coming

not in any

over to

pause, hesitation on my part, was

"Please, I'm worried..."

believable but as I move my hand to my lip, I notice the trembling movement. I wasn't fine, I was a mess. "You

He had a point.

if things weren't so dire that I was

so I can check on your

on my lip, at least it will give me

before I