Forbidden Alliance: A Werewolf's Tale (Forbidden Alliance Trilogy) (55 page)

“Sweetheart, you have to go t
o school today
. It’s
been a week.”

“No!” I
yelled
for the millionth time.
“Leave me alone!”

Why won’t anyone leave me alone?
All I want is to be left alone, to hide in my room like a coward
,
and refuse to face the world.

Is that too much to ask?

Obviously it is
since n
o one has left me alone since my birthday.

That asshole, whose name I refuse
d
to think or say, made my birth
day the greatest day of my life
. But, not to be outdone, he
then quickly made it the worst.

Even no
w, I start to tear up
thinking about it.

His words
kept
echoing through my
mind
, ripping at my heart and soul.
Never in my life
had
I felt more dirty, ashamed, and disgusted of what I am than I did that night, and still
did over a week later
.

In his opinion, I
was
nothing more than a disgusting mutt, a dog of inferior birth, who shouldn’t be breathing the same air as
him
.

Asshole.

“Y
ou need to eat something,”
Mom
argued.

“I’m not hungry
,” I mumbled.

“You don’t have a choice, so get your melancholy ass downstairs.”

Goddamn moms.

I rolled out of bed and sulked down the hall, stomping loudly down the stairs
as I went
.
Once I hit the living room, a knock came at the door.

Instantly I was growling
,
thinking
it was a trap
.

I sniffed
;
not
Jerk-f
ace
.

I opened the door
and standing there was a deliveryman with a large vase filled with three dozen roses.

“Delivery for Jay Dee Lightfoot,” he
said with a
smile
.

“Stay,” I
growled, causing him to jump,
startled,
and grabbed Jarvis’ wallet off of the table and took a twenty from it.
“I want you to deliver these back to sender.
Here’s twenty bucks for your
t
i
me
.”
I took his pen and scribbled the address on the signature line and broke each rose, just as he broke my heart.
“Tell him I said t
o go get a tan without his ring
,
”
I snarled before
slamm
ing
the door in the stunned, and very confused,
deliveryman’s
face.

“That wasn’t very mature,” Jarvis
informed
from the kitchen doorway.
“And you owe me twenty bucks.”

I flipped him off
and pushed
past him
before flopping down at
the kitchen table.

Like a stereotypical teenager who got her heart broken, I glared at everyone and
everything, even
the food
.

I
hadn’t
eaten in days.
I
hadn’t
showered
. Hadn’t
gone to school or to work.
I
was pretty damn confident that I had been
wearing the same pajamas I went to bed in on my birthday.

C
ain stayed with me all weekend
while her boyfriend hung out with Steffen.
I
refused to let him in the house
;
already one vampire too many has an open invitation to my home.
I still
hadn’t figured out
a way to recant that
invitation
either.
Cain told me to forgive him, that he was confused and stunned, he’s old and
set
in his ways,
and
blah
,
blah
, blah
.

That wasn’t going to happen any time soon.

Jerk-face wouldn’t take
his
damn car back.
If it
wasn’t
so pretty and innocent, just a pawn in his sick
,
twisted game, I would have taken a baseball bat to
her
.

She was
way too pretty
and innocent
to
, in good conscience,
hurt.

A steady stream of
packages, flowers, balloons, singing telegrams, you name it,
had
come to the house
, and
each
was
declined and sent back.

I wasn’t happy when I found out that Jarvis had gone shopping
-shopping
with Jerk-face.
I told
Jarvis
to give him the stuff back, but he refused and told me to get over it.

Men, ha!
Why
did they seemingly
always side with each other?

“So,”
D
ad started, “
how’s
it going?”

I glared at him.

“
Well then,” he said with a chuckle. “Y
ou need to get yourself together and get over it.”

“No shit?
Why didn’t I think of that?”

No
one missed my sarcasm.

“Sis, aren’t you always the one who says to turn the other cheek?” Jarvis
asked and
smiled wide.

“That’s the bible, dumbass.
When are you leaving?
I’m tired of your damn optimism,”
I sneered.

T
hat
was
only partially a lie.
I wasn’t
looking forward to
Jarvis
going back to school.
When
he
left, it’d mean that I was all alone again
.

Great, now I’m crying, again.

Jarvis hugged me
.
“I’ll be back for Christmas.
You won’t ev
en notice that I’m gone
,
”
he assured me.

And his reassurance caused me to cry
even harder but
I wasn’t entirely
sure why.
It could
have been
the lack of food, lack of sleep, or the nonstop chick flicks
I had
been watching for
almost two weeks
straight
.
Usually I
was
all about kung fu and action movies, but chick flicks seemed
more
appropriate.

For a brief
, passing
moment, I saw ass
hat’s face on Mr. Darcy.
I pictured myself as El
izabeth Bennett when he propose
d
to her the first time, and pretty much belittle
d
her and talk
ed
shit about her upbringing, lack of fortune
,
and family.

Yeah, I could totally relate.

However, the happy ending
wasn’t
possible in any way, shape, or form.
My romance hit the skids right after the insult.
Unlike Elizabeth Bennett,
I was
strong and
wouldn’t
roll over on my beliefs or who I am just because some super hot guy apologizes and pays off some douche to marry
my annoying little
sister—not that I
had
a sister or anything, but still.

Against my better judgment, I stopped fighting my parents and agreed to go to school.

It took me
half-an-
hour to get the brush through my hair.
It had become a blonde haystack that was trying
to turn into dreadlocks;
the
white Rastafarian in Western Washington
look
didn’t work for me, to say the least.

Jarvis drove me to school in
Mom’s
car
.
I refu
sed to lay a finger on the BMW
. He
walked me to class
,
bullshitted with the teacher well after the bell;
I think he
wanted to make sure that I didn’t freak out and run from the room screaming like some psychopath
when Jerk Faced walked in
.
I looked out the window the entire period, hoping and praying that the seat next to me would remain empty.

When the bell ran
g, I breathed a sigh of relief
because
Jerk
F
ace never came
, so
Jarvis kissed me goodbye
now that he was sure I wasn’t going to freak out at school...

He gave me much more credit than my lack of mental well-being at the time deserved.

No one said anything
to me for the next two periods
; I guess I looked like a crazy bitch still, and the bitches whispering about how I marked a vampire wasn’t something to broadcast to the school.
Yahto hinted that I looked a bit cracked out
and
insane
; I couldn’t argue with him there because that was exactly how it felt...the insane part, not the crack part
.

I share
d
fourth period with way too many vampires
for my liking
, not that I had anything against
most
of them.

“Hey girlie,” Romeo
greeted and
forced a smile
before
hugg
ing
me.

I didn’t return the embrace but it didn’t stop him
from doing it
.

“How are you doing, you look like hell!”
he
lovingly informed me
.

“Thanks, I was going for the depressed-emo-constipated-sparkly-vampire-lover-who-can’t-act
-her-way-out-of-a-wet-paper-bag
look.
How’d I do?” I
dryly commented and
rolled my eyes
before
slumping down on the floor
and
pull
ed
my knees to my chest.

I wasn’t
really in the mood for
gym
.

“You look like shit
e
, more so than usual,” Georgiana
agreed as she
danc
ed
past me.

I flipped her off; I didn’t have the strength to do anything else.

Abigail and Steffen sandwiched me between them.

“Do you need anything?” she asked.

“A bullet with a vodka chaser
?
” I asked
,
hopeful.

Steffen laughed
.
“Now, now Jay
, drinking is never the answer.”

I looked
over
at him annoyed
.

“Or suicide,” he added with a chuckle.
“I always pegged you for the forgiving type.”