My Human Mate novel Chapter 34

Michael had his arms around my waist holding me softly as I looked up at him with my eyes wide in fright. I won't ever intentionally hurt you, his words echoed through my mind but with his look of sheer anger I couldn't listen to them. I tried getting out of his arms, squirming slightly.

"No," he whispered. "Not again." He shook his head slightly in disbelief. "Alana love," his eyes slowly turned back from the bright red into the brown colour that could hold anyone captive. They were filled with hurt and worry. "Shhhhh, I'm not going to hurt you," he spoke gently and my body gave way losing all its strength. The adrenaline rush was over and the dizziness took over my body.

I was pulled tightly into his arms, pressing firmly against his body which was my only way to stand. My head pounded, but the pain slightly subsided when I felt Michael's soft touch running up and down my back.

"It's okay," he soothed. "I've got you, your safe now. Nobody will hurt you." I felt my body melting into his, as if we were both a jig saw puzzle that fit together just perfectly. All feelings of fear and pain melted away as I was lead over to where Blake and Tanner were standing dumbfound.

"How's your head love?" Michael's deep voice flooded my ears as I opened my eyes. I peered around at my surroundings to find myself in my room, tucked snuggly under my doona. My fan was on blowing cool air around the room cooling me down from the heat trapped under the doona. He passed me a cup filled with water and I gladly accepted it.

"Hurts like a bitch," I muttered and gulped down the glass of water handing it back to Michael. "Can I please have a refill?" I asked innocently and smiled slightly when he nodded his head with an amused look. As he dodged all of the crap lying on my bedroom floor I watched him walk out of my room, gently closing the door behind him.

After I walked back to my car with the support of Michael and Blake on either side of me (I refused to be carried back by anyone. That's just embarrassing), Blake drove my car to the doctors. Michael sat huddled and squished in the back seat to keep me company while Tanner drove Blake's car back to our little box. Everyone was very persistent to get me to the doctors, so while I was being rushed there, Tanner stayed behind to collect all four surf boards and everyone's clothes that we never collected to put back on.

Michael refused to leave me, even if it was to sit in another part of the car, so we crammed ourselves into the back seat of my car. With all the junk lying there, after moving some stuff around we cleaned enough room for the two of us to fit. Blake kept glancing in the mirror every minute or so checking up on me and we drove in silence.

Or at least Blake thought we did. The whole time Michael whispered sweet nothings into my ear, making sure that he and I were the only ones to hear them. The 15 minute drive was filled of his husky voice that kept apologising for not being there to stop the mal rider, to how happy he was to have me give him a chance.

Once arriving at the doctors, we had to wait just over half an hour to see the doctor. To say Michael and Blake weren't happy would be an understatement. Blake demanded for a doctor right away, but was told to sit down and be quiet because the cut wasn't life threatening. His scowl didn't let up when he got back, it only increased. I was leaning against Michael and his hand was rubbing small circles into my skin, drawing small random patterns to distract me from my throbbing head.

When we eventually got into see a doctor, I was told that there was no damage to the brain or skull (which even I could have told you but both boys were very stubborn). I had to get 6 stiches on the cut, to make sure it didn't reopen. I was told there was a high possibility of the wound reopening while sleeping, because rolling over could break the small amount of scab that had formed. It was a deep cut, but the bleeding had stopped before our appointment had arrived.

So about one centimetre before my hairline just on the left, I had 6 stiches. The process of getting them hurt like hell, and I crushed Michael's hand. Thank god for his super strength or else I probably would have broken his hand. Blake had a dead leg. Anytime a stich went in, I hit or squeezed Blake's leg to take some my pent up frustration out. Once arriving home, I took some pain medication and went to sleep.

So here I was. Lying on my queen sized bed staring at my clothes and belongings thrown randomly on the floor and furniture as I waited patiently for Michael to return with my water.

10:17pm.

"What are you to?" Blake frowned at me. "You're very close." He observed.

"Friends," I replied just as Michael said "dating." We both turned and faced each other, frowning at each other's answers.

"Were not going out," I stuttered to Blake as Michael said "Were sure as hell not just friends to me." My face lit up bright red and all I wanted was for the ground to swallow me whole.

Well this is embarrassing.

"We will discuss it later," Michael said with authority which I just nodded to. An awkward silence filled the room, not a sound made until my stomach made a sound that resembled a person killing a while by using a plastic spoon.

"So," I said with a shy grin. "Which one of you wants to cook for me?"