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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 n. 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 itforting 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’te 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 yourster.”
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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the living room and Darrien hands me a hot chocte that he had ready and waiting.
“Here, rx 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 simrly to me, but his clothes actually fit
him.
I’m sitting on the couch and sipping at my drink slowly. Darrien sinks into the couch beside me, holding
a towel and a brush.
“May 1?” He asks. I nod slowly and he adjusts so that he can reach me better. He carefully squeezes
the water out of my hair and pats it dry so that it’s no longer dripping. Then he carefully sorts through
my hair with the 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 rx 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.
He eventually breaks
the silence.
“I’m sorry.” He says, his voice breaking. I frown.
“What for?” I ask, confused.
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save
“I should have stopped him. You only stepped in because I turned my back.” He ashamed. I sh back
to that moment. Tristan leapt at Darrien and I was moving before I could think. I didn’t hesitate. Didn’t
even blink. I just knew I had to protect Darrien, like he
protects me.
“It’s not your fault. I… I don’t regret it.” I admit. That might be the worst part of this. I can’t imagine
making any other decision at that moment. Darrien sighs, drops the brush and wordlessly wraps an
arm over my shoulder, tipping me into his side.
“Thank you
for protecting me then.” He says instead. I can ept that. The one bright side of this situation. He
didn’t get hurt.
We spend a few hours at his ce. Darrien gives me time to work through my thoughts and he stays
there, sitting with me while I cry it out. Darrien asionally checks his phone,
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to care. He does take a phone call from Shaun and I listen in.
“Hey Shaun. I’m here with Megan.” Darrien answers the phone.
“Oh sh- I mean. Yeah, okay. Well as you asked we’re taking care of everything. I was just wondering if
you knew where our Alpha has gone? No one has heard from him.” Shaun exins. I can’t help but
snort augh. It sounds a little crazy and almost more like a sob, but it is augh. I answer for Darrien,
snatching the phone from him.
“My brother is with Ryann. They’ve sorted things out and he took her home.” I tell him.
“Right. Well in that case I’ll tell everyone to stop looking. We won’t try to call him again unless it’s an
emergency. I’m not getting involved in that situation.” Shaun sounds deadly
serious.
“That would be wise.” I answer dryly. Darrien gestures that he wants the phone back and I
hand it to him.
“Did you guys take care of everything I asked for?” Darrien says vaguely.
“Yes. All taken care of. If she needs anything else, please let us know.” Shaun offers before hanging
up. She? I suppose he means me. They must be taking care of Tristan’s b*dy and dealing with the
police. I won’t be in any trouble. Bemy is the Alpha so he’s the one responsible for my actions
anyway.
“We should get you home and in some proper clothes.” Darrien tells me gently. Huh, I don’t know that I
want to go back, but I guess I can’t avoid the ce forever. Although I have to say I don’t mind wearing
Darrien’s stuff. It’sfortable, although I could use underwear.
I reluctantly let Darrien walk me home and watch as he unlocks the front door with his key. I’m not sure
I want to go in, there is wedding stuff everywhere, it will hurt. But when we head inside I’m surprised to
see the house is tidy, not a single sign of tulle or invitations anywhere. What happened? Who cleaned
this up? Where did it all go? I look at Darrien, seeking answers. He shrugs ufortably.
“I loaned Rio my key while you were in the shower and had here and clear up anything
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obvious. I thought it might make it morefortable for you. She cleared your room too so you can
sleep if you want. I’m sorry if that was overstepping, I know Alpha Kane doesn’t allow people upstairs…
But I thought that given the circumstances it might be a good idea.” He exins awkwardly. I stare at
my feet.
“Did… did she throw it all away?” I ask, not sure what answer I’m looking for. I want the stuff gone…
but also I spent a lot of time choosing it and I value it a lot. I can’t imagine never getting to wear the
dress I chose.
“No, it’s all been moved into one of the guest rooms upstairs. When you’re ready to go. through it, it will
be there. But that’s not a job for today. I can help when you need it… that is if you want. Or maybe
Ryann would be a better person to assist with that. I don’t know.” He offers. I can tell he is trying to
make everything better for me and I appreciate the effort. If only it was as easy as hiding everything
away. Still, at least for now I think that’s what I have to do. Push everything to the back of my mind and
just carry on. Right now. I think chocte is a good idea.
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