Chapter 6 6

EMILY

"What is wrong with you Reece?" I admonished after rising to my feet and heading to where Reece stood with a heaving chest.

Why was he like this? He was usually not like this but recently he was getting irate over everything. His anger could get us punished or worse, killed!

"What did I do?" he barked, fury was still evident in his eyes.

"Don't play dumb. This is not our pack, Reece. You know how dangerous this Alpha is, he could get us killed," I tried to reason with him.

"What's the worst thing that could happen to us, Emily? He has already robbed us of everything. Our life, our pack, our home, our family, friends... Everything is all gone, and you want me to wear a phoney smile and act all friendly with a despicable demon like him?" He shot at me.

I understood his anger, I truly did. I knew how much we had lost, I did.

I had lost too. I lost exactly as he'd lost but I did not like the way he was going about it. He was being too aggressive and violent right now. He was not being reasonable at all, and I really needed him to be.

"We still have each other, Reece. We're here together. Going through life as we'd always done."

"So because of this reason, we should let it go, just like that? What do you think will happen to us one day? Do you desire to spend the rest of your life behind bars? Do you want to grow old as a captive? Or do you not understand the essence of freedom?"

"I do understand, I just..." I trailed off. I honestly had no reply to give at this point. He had a point, a very valid point and the more I pondered over it, I got more befuddled and scatterbrained.

I was scared too.

I did not know what to expect of my future but it was surely not this.

I let out a sigh, "I don't know Reece. You have a point, I really see it. But I just don't want you going all aggressive on him, it won't look good for us,"

"What do you want me to do then? Please don't tell me to let go and be calm, because being calm has never done anything fruitful."

"But aggression takes us nowhere," I argued.

"Are you for real? Are you seriously saying that to me, Emily? Did you see his face before he left? Did he look like someone who loves peace? Are you not understanding that this has been his scheme all along?"

"What do you mean by that?" Weary, I went back to my position and sat.

I watched him pace up and down in the cell. I could sense his anger growing with each minute that passed. I had seen Reece get angry before but never this much. It really troubled me!

"Reece, please come sit. Come sit with me." I beseeched, patting the cold space beside me.

"How can you be so calm? I mean, our lives are sailing away right before us and you just sit there as though everything is just fine and dandy?"

"What do you want me to do?" I say in vexation.

"To be with me on this and for once, I want you to get mad. This is worth being angry about. This is worth your rage, bestie. Stand up and let's fight together!"

I sighed, "And what would that change?"

He stared at me as if I'd just said something unbelievably ludicrous. I met his gaze head-on, quirking my brow; a silent dare for him to give an answer.

"Fine then, sit there. Sit and watch them oppress you. You're used to it, I guess,"

My gaze narrowed, and my chest burned. "What do you mean by that, Reece?"

"Am I lying? You've been oppressed by everyone you know. Every single person, except me. Your father treated you as more of a distant relation imposed on him, while your own brother made you question whether or not he was your kin. You allowed too many kids to bully you and all you did was stay calm and do nothing. Aside from your family that are now dead, which of those people have regretted what they did to you? Even your family did not die regretting. And you talk to me about violence not being the answer?" He seethed, hitting the cell's bars and punching the walls in fury.

Tears blurred my vision and before I could stop myself, I stood, walked to him and slapped him hard across the face. He held his left cheek, glaring heatedly at me.

"Emily, you slapped me?"

"Say that one more time to my face, Reece." I gave him a rough push, growling, "Say it. Repeat yourself, you clod!"

"This is what you do best. Cry when you're being told the truth. If you want me to say it to your face again, fine, I'll gladly oblige. You are not calm Emily. You are weak! A simpleton who lets anyone and everyone step on her,"

I let out an angry cry and hit him. I kept hitting him so hard, but he did not retaliate. He received every hit but still had on his glare. "You keep hitting me because you know I wouldn't hit back. Why don't you use the same energy on others? For example, the animal that just left? He is the real enemy, not me!"

"I hate you, Reec," I kept hitting him.

How dare he say things like that to me? Why would he insult me so? He was supposed to be my best friend. He was supposed to be on my side, not against me. He had said some pretty mean things.

I hated how he made me feel. His words were so mean and they hurt. "You should not have said those words to me, Reece. You are mean. I hate you. I'm not as strong as you or as brave. That's why I'm grateful you're here, you blockhead."

I wanted to give him one last hit when he grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. "I'm sorry, Emily, I should not have said that. It was mean... You're my best friend and you always will be. I have never said this but I envy how calm and cheerful you always are, no matter the circumstances you find yourself. That's how you were able to live with your family. And I'm glad you and I are mates,"

I nodded, accepting his apology. Reece was my best friend and the only family I had now, "I don't hate you. I love you, bestie,"

"I know you didn't mean that. And I love you too," he whispered.

He wiped my tears and planted a kiss on my forehead.