Vincent Territory

Chapter thirteen | Talk to me

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So Payne didn't show and even though I thought I stopped waiting I really didn't. I had hoped he got busy or he was fighting or something and couldn't show but he didn't come the entire day. It was night now and to be exact he was ten hours late.

I wanted to talk to him so badly, there was so much on my mind.
I wanted to scream with frustration but I decided against it.

Getting off the ground and walking into the bathroom I took a long bath in hopes to clean the dirtiness I felt.

Payne didn't need me. He didn't want me either. I am nothing compared to him, at least he has a respected reputation, I have nothing but the reputation of a worthless slave. I've been a slave for so long and now my mate will be using me as his personal slave and even if I do get to talk to him, it wouldn't change the fact that he doesn't want me. I'll be a burden to him, same as I was a burden to my parents that never returned to me.

I couldn't hold it in any longer. I hated being unwanted and now I realize I've been this way since birth, my parents didn't die, they left me and my pack definitely didn't want me and Payne has made it VERY clear he didn't want me either.

Tears were streaming down my face and my sobs echoed off the walls in the bathroom.

I hate myself. I hate my life. I hate being a burden to everyone around me.

I went full on with the crying. Tears that I had held back for a while finally surfacing. I didn't love Payne but I was attached to him through us being mates and I couldn't help but feel sick to my stomach that I wasn't good enough for him. He was already broken and adding another broken toy to his collection was pointless.

When what felt like hours passed and my fingers were getting wrincles I washed off once more and exited the shower.

Wrapping the towel around me and staring at my reflection in the mirror I noticed how red and swollen my eyes got and the blue color was pale and life less.

My dirty blonde hair was wet and flat against my back. My complexion was an unhealthy pale color and I truly looked sick even though I wasn't.

Leaving the bathroom not even bothering to look at the door in hopes of Payne coming in, I walked over to the closet and pulled out a T-shirt and some shorts. My body was getting accustomed to the cold.

I was about to drop my towel when someone cleared their throat.

I almost died in the process of turning around and was beyond surprised to see Payne standing against the door.

Fixing my towel more closely to myself I moved my stare from him and walked into the bathroom without saying a word.

After changing and drying off my hair I re-entered the room half expecting Payne's absence.

He was still there.

Ignoring Payne because I honestly didn't know what to do or say anymore, I went over to my spot on the ground and sat with my back leaned against the bed. I looked straight ahead at the wall but I could feel Payne's eyes on me.

"Are you trying to ignore me?" He asked genuinely curious. He was dressed in the usual dark clothes he wore but after what happened in that bathroom a while ago I was in no mood for his taunting.

"Why were you crying?" He asked in a softer tone, It was a gentle tone as if he was trying not to startle me into crying again.

I shook my head not bothering to answer him because he wouldn't understand or care.