His Broken Mate [MxW]

Memoirs

Chapter 1 - Maria 

"¡Vuelve aquí, María!" Calling me back to the living room in Spanish, my mother screamed using that annoying name that reminded me of her faith that she tried so hard to force on me since birth before I closed my bedroom door in a loud noise that seemed to shake the whole house with it.

I could still hear her screaming, using her mother tongue as she complained again about me to papá, and honestly, I didn't like it at all. 

I didn't appreciate how she wanted me to pretend to be her perfect little girl on Sundays in front of everyone in the church.  

... Okay, maybe I was lying a little bit about that. She wanted me to be that perfect girl all the time while I just wanted to be me and not some stupid good girl who doesn't do anything fun...

"Are you going to go out with him again?" Scaring me, my little brother asked me, entering the room, he was the youngest of the four of us, and he was only nine at the time. "You know mamá doesn't like it when you go out with him."

Being the usual Mr. Good Boy, he mentioned the woman who kept complaining in the living room.

"Don't worry, Miguel. It'll be quick." Lying to him, I kissed his head after putting on my jacket, leaving through my bedroom window.

"... Be careful." Low like a mouse, he whispered before letting go of my clothes when I was outside.

"I will be, bye," And as simple as that, I answered him with a smile before disappearing in the middle of the night, going to see him, the person she didn't approve of at all, but that I couldn't stop this love.  

... I mean, he was the one for mean, and I was sure that someday, we would be living away from there, married with our own child and no one to disturb us, even if it was just a dream at the moment...

"Good night, Love." Affectionately as always, he greeted me, putting out his cigarette when he saw me. And he was always like that, having his little addiction always in the mouth, messy hairstyle, and a jacket over his shoulders while he waited for me sitting in his motorcycle.

In the past, he used to pick me up at home, but recently he has been waiting for me a few streets away since my parents threatened him, saying that they would shoot him if he tried to go out with me again, which was a complete lie, since they didn't have a gun.

However, the screams of the old Mexican couple seemed to have been enough to frighten him, so even though he continued to go out with me, he no longer would go to my street, avoiding my parents as the devil ran away from the cross, and oh, gosh! I was starting to sound like my mom!  

"What is wrong? Are you okay? Love?" Starting his bike, he asked me, bringing me back from my thoughts when he noticed that I hadn't sat behind him yet. "Don't you want to go anymore?"

"What?! Of course I want to!" And without thinking twice, I was sitting in my place before he took us as quickly as possible to the new club that opened a few weeks ago in the neighboring town.

Enjoying the rest of the night as we desired, we danced and drank as much as we wanted with no one there to stop us.

"Baby, do you want another one?" Having glass in my hand, I asked him, drawing his attention as he continued to dance with his back to me. "Baby?"

However, I never expected that scary figure to appear before me again when he turned around, making the drink fall to the floor, crushing the glass everywhere while I...

I just froze there.

His eyes were terribly red, like the ones from the night we fought when he looked back at me.

And as if I lived that nightmare again, everyone around us began to slowly turn towards us too, sharing that same characteristic as he... 

Eyes glowing red were everywhere as music no longer played when he called me again, using the simple nickname that he used only for me, but sweetness now gave way to fear as I tried to move away from him as far as possible until my back touched the bar.

"What is it? Love? Don't you want to be with me anymore?" Grinning grimly, he showed me his fangs together with the others before touching my arm, only for me to push him back in the worst decision that I could make before they all attacked me, and I woke up in a scream.  

... Breath still panting as I held the simple cross-shaped pendant while I tried to forget that nightmare...

It had been so many years that I hadn't dreamed about the past or anything related to it, but even the simple memoir was still terrible in my mind as I ran my hand through my short, sweat-drenched hair.

Calming down, I couldn't stop thinking that it should be a sign that something bad was going to happen, that I shouldn't stay here any longer.

So without wasting a second, I quickly got up, packing all my stuff back in the fancy suitcase that I took with me everywhere. Checking more than three or four times if I wasn't forgot anything before I sat down while feeling yet anxious on the small couch in the living room of the place that I was renting at the moment.

.... Thinking about where I was going to go next, I soon remembered that Jordan had told me that he would visit his mother that week.

His hometown wasn't far from where I lived right now, so maybe it wasn't a bad idea to spend some time with him and his wolves, as at least they weren't as disgusting as the others...

... But little did I know that it was there that I fell right into Fate's game.