Strings of Fate

Megan 7- Crying and cleaning

Once we’re off the phone Darrien pushes me towards his bathroom.

“You’ll feel better when you’re clean.” He promises. I don’t think a shower is going to be enough to make me feel clean again. But I do as he says because it’s not like I have a better plan. I stand under the hot water and cry my eyes out for a good half hour as the blood washes down the drain. I borrow some of Darrien’s stupid guy 2 in 1 shampoo/conditioner stuff that is probably terrible for my hair but at least it gets the blood out. I also use some of his b*dy wash and I find it comforting and familiar. Once my eyes are burning from the tears, I force myself to stop crying and turn off the water. I look at myself in the little mirror he has in here and realise that my eye makeup didn’t come off in the shower and has just run down. my face giving me panda eyes. This morning I felt beautiful. Now I just feel disgusting and broken. I search for something to clean my face, but all I can find is a single towel that Darrien left behind for me. I wrap myself in it and Darrien gently taps on the door.

“Megan? I have something for you to wear.” He calls out.

“Okay. Come in.” I answer. My voice is hoarse from crying and he must be able to hear it. I hate crying in front of people. He opens the door cautiously and steps inside. He hands me a pile of clothes.

“They’re mine so they won’t fit you, but it’s better than nothing. We can grab something of yours later.” He says softly. I nod and take the clothes, clutching them to my chest. He takes in my appearance and the makeup running down my face.

“Let me help you with that.” He gestures for me to sit on the closed toilet and I do, still clutching the clothes to myself. He rummages through a cupboard I wasn’t brave enough to open and pulls out a face washer. He dampens it and then kneels on the wet floor in front of me. He carefully and methodically wipes the makeup from my face before dropping the face washer into the sink. I just sit there, unmoving, not sure what to do with myself.

“I’ll let you get dressed.” He steps out, closing the door behind himself. I get to my feet and look at the clothes he left me. An oversized shirt and a pair of track pants with a tie at the waist. I pull the tie tight and roll up the pants a little so I won’t trip over them and slip the

I look so small in his clothes and I feel very exposed without underwear. My hair is dripping down my back but I can’t be bothered to even towel it off. I just leave it. I step into

shirt

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Megan 7- Crying and cleaning

the living room and Darrien hands me a hot chocolate that he had ready and waiting.

“Here, relax for a minute while I clean up. I’ll be right back. Call if you need something.” He insists. I nod and he steps into the bathroom with an armful of clothing. He showers in under two minutes and when he emerges he’s dressed similarly to me, but his clothes actually fit

him.

my drink slowly. Darrien sinks into the couch beside me, holding a

brush. I pulled out all the pins in the shower, but there was teasing in my hair and his crappy hair products didn’t do much to help that situation. Once my hair is tidied, he just keeps brushing it, I relax into the feeling and before I know it, there are tears running down my cheeks again. I feel awful. I killed someone, and yet Darrien is being so careful with me. I’m not sure I deserve his care.

the silence.

He says, his voice breaking. I

I ask, confused.

–

save

in because I turned my back.” He ashamed. I flash back to that moment. Tristan leapt at Darrien and I was moving before I could

protects me.

this. I can’t imagine making any other decision at that moment. Darrien sighs, drops

“Thank you

me then.” He says instead. I can accept that. The one bright side of this situation. He didn’t

me time to work through my thoughts and he stays there, sitting with me while I cry it out. Darrien

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I have no idea who, honestly I don’t have the energy

a phone call from Shaun and I

here with Megan.” Darrien answers

was just wondering if you knew where our Alpha has gone? No one has heard from him.” Shaun explains. I can’t

brother is with Ryann. They’ve sorted things out and he took

everyone to stop looking. We won’t try to call him again unless

serious.

answer dryly. Darrien gestures that he wants the phone back

to