The Alpha Who Saved Me {Complete}

Chapter 18

Sean POV

It's been about a week since I last talked to Carly.

The day after the right I stayed with Carly, she texted me telling me she needed space for a while.

It just about killed my wolf not being able to be with her but she wanted space and that's what I'd give her. I may not understand why she feels that she needs space but I will respect her request.

Everyday this week I've gone and ate at the diner hoping to see her.

Only the past couple days she was there but she never waited on my table. It wasn't an accident either, she always sent some other waitress to deal with me.

I don't know why she was acting like this. It had to be her mother's doing.

Everything between Carly and I had been going perfectly. It couldn't have been her decision to not see me anymore. The most likely conclusion is that her mother doesn't want her seeing me anymore.

Because of Carly's injury, she hasn't been able to attend school at all either.

I've been giving her space now, but she can't avoid me forever.

Carly POV

I feel really bad about ignoring Sean, but there's nothing else I can possibly do.

My mom wants me to break up with him and I can't bring myself to do that yet.

Avoiding Sean seemed like it would be much easier than breaking up with him officially. Maybe I was wrong, it's much harder to stay away.

I'm not exactly sure what I'm going to do but I'm guessing that after Brandon's funeral, my mom will soon go back to work and scarcely be at home again. If she's gone, maybe Sean and I can go back to the way we were before.

It's not the greatest plan I've ever thought of but that's all I could come up with.

So I lay in bed looking up at the ceiling just thinking about What it'll be like when I see him again. I miss him so much already. He's the only thing I think about anymore.

Maybe I should text him. My mom will never find out.

No, I can't do that. He'll want to know why I've been ignoring him and I can't tell him the real reason. I definitely can't lie to him either.

I guess I'll just have to wait a little longer until my mom goes away.

I laid there a little bit longer before I heard my mom calling my name.

I got up and walked across the hallway into my mother's room.

"What do you need, Mom?" I asked her.

"I found a dress for you to wear." She said nonchalantly.

My mom hasn't been the same since she's been back.

She's been taking Brandon's death really hard and I rarely ever see her smile anymore.

I'm not sure how the funeral will go today. Truthfully, I just want to get it over with.

She pulled out a short black halterneck dress.

It was pretty but I don't wear dresses that show so much skin. Everyone would be able to see my scars and bruises.

"What do you think?" She asked.

"It's pretty." I said unsure.

"Try it on for me." She demanded.

I didn't want to but I went into the bathroom and changed anyway.

I was right. It was pretty, just not on me.

You could see all the scars and bruises I had on my arms.

There was no way I could go out like this. I didn't even want to show my mother.

It hurt me that my mom had no clue how Brandon actually treated me. I started to cry.

"Honey, is everything ok in there?" My mother asked outside the bathroom door.

"No."

It wasn't even a second longer before she let herself into the bathroom with me.

"Sweetie, I know it's hard without him here." She said trying to give me a hug.

I pushed her away.

"No it's not." I yelled at her.

"What happened to your arms?" She asked.

"Brandon, that's what happened." I said.

"I don't understand."

"Then let me help you. Brandon hated me. He'd get drunk, yell at me for no reason, and then he'd beat the shït out of me." I told her.

"No. He wouldn't."

"Shut up! That's what he did! He's the reason I cut myself. He made my life so freaking miserable I wanted to die."

I sobbed while trying to get her to understand what I went through. She needed to see the truth.

"Carly-" she started but I cut her off.

"No! I'm done hearing you defend him when he doesn't deserve it! I'm leaving." I told her.

"And where are you going to go?" She asked.

"Anywhere but here."