Broken

d o n e

Around three in the morning, a nightmare pulled me out of my sleep. It was the normal dream, the experiments when I was younger. I needed a drink. Slipping out of the bed, I felt sticky and sweaty from the nightmare so I changed into a black pair of lace, cheeky underwear and a black shirt. Forcing my hair into a loose bun on the top of my head, I snuck out of the door after telling Argent to watch over Becca.

Once downstairs, I looked for any kind of alcohol. In the cupboards above the fridge, I found some bourbon and scotch. Taking the scotch, I found a small glass and two ice cubes. Pouring myself a large amount, I leaned over the counter and played music softly with my phone. Tapping my foot along with the beat and occasionally letting my body sway with it, I enjoyed my drink and let it relax me as much as it could. Lost in the music, I was startled when Weston's voice came from behind me.

"Do you ever wear pants?"

"Rarely but it shouldn't matter to you."

"You're better off this way Tianna." For the first time on this trip, he dropped his mask of anger and all I saw was sadness and fear.

"No." I exhaled sharply. "No, I'm not."

Putting his anger back into its place, he got himself a glass and poured himself a glass. He quickly drank his and poured another. "You know I didn't really mean to hurt you right?"

Not feeling like a fight, I just nodded in agreement. I know he didn't mean for me to fall and get hurt, I could see how much it was eating him up. Instinctively, I touched the side of my face and winced.

"May I help?" The pain in his features was back.

"S-Sure."

Cautiously he stood in front of me and leaned down. Taking a shaky breath, he cupped my good cheek and sparks ignited between us. Slowly he began to lick the bruise. I was surprised by this, this only worked between mates. He was proving himself wrong. As he licked my wounds they vanished and healed with his touch. Once he was finished, he pulled back and looked conflicted.

"Thanks," my voice was a breathy whisper.

"It won't happen again and don't say anything about this."

There's was nothing for me to say to that comment.

"Go get some sleep."

"I'm not tired."

"Yes you are and you have a long drive tomorrow." Looking at the kitchen clock, I was surprised to see that it was already five in the morning.

"Actually, today."

Without waiting for a response, I slumped up the stairs in complete confusion. Who on earth was that man in the kitchen? He was definitely not the same Weston I had known since my stay here. Shaking off the thoughts, I told myself it didn't matter anymore. He didn't want me and I wasn't going to fight for someone who didn't want me. When I came back to the room, I pulled on a pair of Jean shorts and began to gather our things. My mind wandered until I found Charley's voice, I couldn't help but listen.

"She's perfect Weston."

"Stop Ley, I'm not talking about this."

"Just admit it. Stop lying to us."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Charley was silent.

"It changes nothing."

"I've always had so much respect for you. With the cards you've been handed, I've always admired how you have handled yourself through it all but right now, you are not a man I can respect."