The Werewolf's Vampire Mate
Chapter 511: Fighting for us

Chapter 511: Fighting for us

Darrien

What is happening right now?

Who is this person in front of me?

I know Jabi and this is not him.

This is not the man I love. The kind, thoughtful boy I fell in love with. There is something wrong with him and I don’t know what to do.

I am so upset right now and I don’t know how to react. I made a promise to never leave him alone. Even though I feel like walking out the door right now, I can’t.

I would rather be mad at him in the same space than anything happening to him.

"Just go to the room,’’ I tell him coldly because I don’t like the words he is spewing right now.

He sounds so fucking selfish.

Does he actually think that I want to be here? In this community? this place is the last place I would want to settle and call home. I am not the kind of person that would settle in a pack, with people. I would rather have him and no one else but I am doing this because of him.

I am doing this because of all the things that have transpired.

He is acting like I am just trying to control him.

He is acting like he doesn’t fucking need me right now. Like he can just do it all on his own. After everything, we have been through.

I live and breathe for him but all he can think about is himself.

"We aren’t done talking,’’ he manages in a stutter. This is a little of the Jabi I know. I am not saying it is a bad thing to be confident but it is borderline right now.

"I don’t have anything else to say to you. I don’t know what you want from me anymore.’’

He sighs loudly, tears well up in his eyes. He is about to cry and I don’t want to see that. I never want to be the reason for his tears.

"I am sorry,’’ he manages.

He is not really sorry.

I can feel it.

"Why are you sorry?’’ I ask him.

"I don’t want to fight; I just want to go back home,’’ he interjects.

This is frustrating as hell because no matter how many times I explain this to him, it seems like he doesn’t want to understand.

He is not listening to me.

He is thinking about himself.

"Where is home?’’

He looks up at me "The apartment.’’

I shake my head and try to convey to him in the most respectful way possible how much this is bullshit.

"The apartment is not home. It never was. Why can’t you just fucking realize that.’’ this time, I don’t even wait for him. I am pissed the fuck off and if he doesn’t want to listen to me, then I will give him the space to think about what he is saying. I hate snapping at him. I hate seeing him sad and even though all that is happening, I have no way of controlling it right now.

He needs to think about what he is saying.

He needs to know that he is fucking wrong right now. I walk into the room and close the door behind me. I am still in the same house with him, I won’t leave him alone for now.

I will not let anyone take him away from me but I need this space from him right now. I hear his footsteps and I hear him as he opens the door. I don’t turn around as he walks into the room. He is still sad and I don’t know what he is thinking.

I don’t want to see it right now.

I hear him get into the bed and I close my eyes as he goes under the covers. this is what I wanted him to do in the first place. I wanted to give him the space to think about all that he has said today. I know it is hard but I need to keep my composure right now. I need to think about what is best for him right now and realize that I am doing this for him. I am protecting him. The last thing he needs is for me to be upset right now. I just want to be okay with him again.

He shuffles on the bed; I know he is not sleeping. I hear him sniffling. He is crying again and I don’t know how to walk away from him when he is crying.

I don’t know what to do.

I walk over to the bed and linger close to him.

We need to communicate properly.

I need to let him know that I am on his side.

I will always be on his side. I am not leaving him right now.

I breathe in deeply, trying to tune out the tears in his eyes.

He is crying so hard that I am scared that he will break down. I don’t want that to happen. I want him to be happy.

"Jabi,’’ I call his name softly.

This is the tone I usually have, not the one I gave him a couple of minutes ago. He stops sniffing but he doesn’t answer me. I can’t see his face but I know that he can hear me.

"I will never do anything to make you unhappy. I might have done this the wrong way but I will never hurt you. The community is not the place that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. It is the only place that I feel is safe for now. Until I figure things out."

He remains quiet as I continue "Trust me, please just do that. I promise I will never let you down."

I sigh.

I am trying so hard to be as convincing as possible right now. I am so tired of all of this but I am fighting. I am fighting for us.

I am fighting for our lives.

I am fighting for him.

Slowly, he pulls the covers off but remains quiet.

That is a start.

At least.