The Return

Callie's POV

Why?

What did I do that made him reject me? Am I ugly? Does he hate my personality? Well, I don't think it's that, we had just met each other. My birthday was supposed to be amazing but in fact it was the worst. That morning I woke up, I was the happiest person alive. My mate laid next to me, me safely wrapped up in his arms, but then he woke up.

He saw the position we were in and grimaced. I was confused at first, seeing him slip out of bed and begin to walk away. I couldn't help but jump up and run after him. I grabbed his hand, making him flinch and snatch his hand away from me. Hurt stabbed at my heart but I held it back, well until he spoke the words.

"I reject you as my mate."

Then he left.

I had instantly fallen to the floor and cried out in pain. I now knew what Mom and Izzy had gone through. The pain was excruciating. I wouldn't wish it upon my worst enemy. I made a very rash, and probably very stupid mistake but I ran into my bathroom, then closed the door. I went over to the cupboard and grabbed the piece of metal. I stared at that razor for the longest time, and yet I still made the wrong decision. I sat down on the bathroom floor and let the cool metal slice against my wrist. I don't know what compelled me to use this as an escape but I did. Then I did it again. And again. And again. I wish I stopped at one, or not even have started, but I couldn't help to crave the calmness that washed over as I watched the red liquid run down my hand onto the floor.

That was about a day or two ago, I don't know. I've just been so lost lately. I see him everyday and I've tried to talk to him, I just wanted to know why he rejected me, but everytime I approached him he would either walk away or ignore my presence completely. It hurt but none of that compared to the pain I felt earlier this morning.

Flashback

"Callie, Sweety please just come down and eat something." My Mother said sadly as she watched me from where she stood by the door. I looked over at her then sighed and climbed off the bed, pulling my sleeves down as far as possible. I couldn't let anyone see the marks. It would show weakness, and that's something I forbid myself to show ever again. No one will ever see me like he did ever again. I was vulnerable and weak at the time and he used it too his advantage. No one will do this to me again.

I can deal with the pain by myself.

We both walked down the staircase, towards the kitchen. I saw that no food was set up yet and immediately knew what she was doing.

"I know cooking always cheers you up Callie." I smiled at her for the first time. Cooking has always been my passion. I would usually help the chefs to cook the Pack's food. I never complained when they gave me the worst jobs, just took it in stride and learned from watching. I also started practising by myself, sometimes the head chef would help me, but that was on rare occasions.

I asked mom if she wanted to cook with me, to which she immediately agreed. We grabbed the ingredients we'd need for this breakfast and began to cook. We made a simple breakfast with bacon, pork sausages, eggs, toast and some fruit salad. When everything was complete we set the table and called the pack down. As I watched everyone sit down I wondered where Izzy was. I knew where Theo was though. I was hurt and betrayed at what he had tried to do. I still kept questioning myself. Did he pretend to care for me as his sister? Was it all a lie?

No, I couldn't keep thinking about this. He made his decision. But there was still some hope in me that kept saying that this wasn't him.

I was too busy lost in my thoughts too notice him walk in.

"Can I please have everyone's attention?" He asked, making my head snap up at him in surprise. He looked over at me quickly and I saw a glimmer of guilt in his eyes. Was this him taking me back? Did he realise that we were meant to be?

I probably shouldn't have gotten my hopes up. Again.

"I would like you all to meet my fiancè Emily." He says and then a beautiful girl walks out from behind him. She is taller than me, with short brown hair that reaches to her chin and has dark chocolaty brown eyes. She was beautiful. And then it registered. Fiancè? He was getting married? And thats when I broke completely. My mate loved someone else, someone who wasn't me.

"Oh this wonderful. And now that you're living here it will be amazing." Aunty Chloe says smiling. Little did she know that for me, this would be the worst thing. No, Callie, just let him go.

I took in a deep breath and continued to eat my food. Once done I left but stopped abruptly when I saw Emily and him kissing. It was evident that there was so much passion between them. I knew that I couldn't watch this, and now that they're going to live here...

I couldn't stay.

So here I am, packing my bags. I had told my mom about this programme where I could go study in another country. I chose England and she was thrilled with the idea. I was only planning on going during the holidays but it's all changed. My mother allowed me to go, once I explained everything to her. She was livid, I could tell, but I made her promise that she wouldn't kick them out. It took a lot of convincing but she finally promised. I asked her if she could please tell Theo I said goodbye, because frankly I couldn't face him either.

I walked down the stair case with my bags in hand, seeing my mother and father waiting for me at the door. Only they knew I was leaving. No one else. Dad took my bags with a sad smile and walked out the door, putting them in the trunk of the car. We all climbed in and drove off.

The trip to the airport was quiet, I knew they didn't really want me to leave, especially not this way. Some may call me a coward because I'm running away from my problems, but I couldn't care less. I just wanted to leave. He would probably be happier if I wasn't there anymore. Him and Emily can be together, without me interfering.

I stood at the gates. Ready to leave, but I was scared. I knew that I would be staying with family but it still scared me. This is my home. I grew up here.

"Are you ready?" Mom asked me as the announcer called for my plane to board. I took in a deep breath and looked over at my parents.

"Yes, I'm ready."

We all said our final goodbyes before I began to walk away. I boarded my plane and sat down by the window. I still couldn't help to question why?

Why did you reject me Adrian?