****SELFHARM TRIGGER WARNING *******

Mate bonds were different with each being. Wolves and dragons had the strongest. Humans had the weakest.
Power humans were right above humans. Along with witches.

Power humans could find their mates. But rejection was easier. Cheating was easier. Divorce was not completely rare.

My mother got a small cottage a couple miles from our home. She said it was so she get get away and do her work in peace when she was having a long day. When you looked in the house at first it was believable. Essential oils, calming books, soft music. No TV. Surrounded by woods.

But, if you started to dig around, you would find condoms, toys, random phone numbers, alcohol.

I never understood why mother would cheat, at first. To my knowledge my father never cheated. Never looked at another woman.

Yet my father was also very closed off, workaholic. He didnt pay attention to my mother the way she needed. She wanted to be treated like a queen.

So mother would stay the night at her cottage, come home in a better mood with something new with her. Jewelry, perfume, clothes, a phone even. My father never batted an eye. I don't know if he knew, or if it was just denial.

I found my mother cheating two years ago. A year after she got the cottage. I was devastated, I was already part of a broken family, now it was being torn into smaller pieces.

Now here I am, in the bathtub of my moms cottage, soaking in the hot bath, tears falling down my cheeks. I had just teleported here on accident, watched my mother leave after kissing the tall, dark, and handsome man that was not my father. Anger filled me, my day was already absolutely shitty.

Thirteen is hard. I run my fingers through my long blonde hair. A sob escapes me as I catch a piece of the blue goo in my hair from a prank from my school crush. I eyed the blade I found in the cabinet. From a razor. A man's razor.

I take the blade. Quickly bring it underneath the water to my hip. I wince as I let it sink into my skin. I don't look as I move over and see how deep I can cut. I deserve this. I was not supposed to be born.

I continue, hopefully I could just bleed out. I take the blade to my wrist. I push it to the spot. I take in a deep breath.

I suck in a deep breath, frozen, as my head snaps up to the door that is opening. I'm so dead.

My eyes soften as I see Riley. She looks at my wrist. The blade, looks back up me and smiles.

"You want ice cream?" I drop the blade and nod my head at her. A light smile on my face.
Her dark hair is cut right above her shoulders. She wears all black, going through her ultimate goth stage. She takes my hand and helps me up. Butterflies fly around my stomach as she looks at my naked body. She grabs a towel. Wraps it around me and helps me out. My arms are wrapped around me. I was thirteen but, where Riley had already filled out, I had not, I was a late bloomer, I wouldn't get boobs or a curvy figure till I was at least 15. My blush darkens at the thought of being infront of her naked.

She sits me on the toilet lid. She pats the towel on the cuts, I dont wince, to enchanted by Riley.

Riley helps me with the goo in my hair. Combs it out for me. I really wanted to kiss her. But how do you tell your best friend, your only best friend, that she makes you melt like chocolate left in the sun. How she makes you feel important. Wanted. How you wish she wanted you like she wants ice cream. Casually so, nothing complicated about it, so easily done.

"Want me to kick his ass?" I smile at Rileys words. My heart skips a beat at the things she would do for me. My blush deepens, if that's possible.

"No," I state. I harshly swallow. "I need to stop having crushes. I need to get over the thought of having a mate." I say to her with a shrug. She nods her head nonchalantly.

"I say when we graduate high school we get away. Go traveling, and if neither of us find our mates, we get married when we turn thirty." She smiles brightly.

I try not to be so eager as I smile back at her. She stands and puts her hand on my shoulder, squeezing it, so lightly I shouldn't have noticed. But I did.

It was hard not to notice everything she did. Riley hands me my clothes, I put them on quickly, leaving the towel on the floor.

My mother gets worried later when she finds the towel on the floor. Starts locking the doors to her cottage, becomes a bit more paranoid.

Riley grabs my hand as we walk out of the cottage. Giggling she doesn't say anything about the blade, or the cuts. She talks about how she dreads about moving. Again. How her father is bored and is starting to think of her mom. So now they are trying to find another place to go to so he can keep his mind busy.

Until he starts to remember again.

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(Incase of confusion this is a flashback.)

Hi guys!!!! I just want to say thank you for the birthday wishes and the comments. So to show my appreciation for your votes and comments I found the time to write a little chapter to tide you over till the next update.

I plan on updating again this week but if not I promise itll be next monday (august 5).

Again thank you all for your comments and votes!!

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