Chapter 5 Chapter 5
Violet
How could I have loved him all these years, run behind him like a devoted puppy when he could abandon me based on the words and a few carefully taken shots that could alter the perspective of what actually happened back at the restaurant?
“You want me gone from your life, right? Consider it done.” I stated firmly.
“What? Are you really going to walk away without any apology?” It was Nicole who asked, sounding surprised that I wasn’t pleading anymore.
“Watch me,” I said and turned around without a backward glance.
I didn't let my shoulders sag, nor did I cry until I was out of the office and in my car. I rolled the windows up fast and headed straight to the place I had been calling home for all these years.
My fingers gripped the steering wheel a bit too tightly, as if I was drowning and trying to physically hold on to something.
“You know I am right here, and it's okay to let yourself feel,” Rain spoke softly in my head, and I smiled despite the sadness weighing on me.
She had been nudging me to let go of Nate, but after I truly did it…she was surprisingly quiet.
No blunt reminders, no scorned words…just a calm quiet that I appreciated more than I could express.
“Thanks,” I mumbled. I was lucky to have her as my wolf.
I was not Nate’s official mate. He had chosen me just like I had chosen him.
But it didn’t matter now.
I had promised to walk away from everything to do with Nate, so I decided to do good on it.
With an eerie calm, I drove the car into the garage, parked and dropped the keys by the stand.
He had accused me of cheating. I didn’t want to be accused of robbery too.
So, I was only going to take what was truly mine.
My phone stayed oddly silent, no missed calls or texts from Nate. I bet Nicole was still there, whispering comforting words to him.
I shook my head so as to not dwell in the past and stepped into the house. I stood stiffly for a moment, unsure where to start first.
But the scent of Nate’s cologne breezed towards me like usual.
Because I would use that in the scented candles to remind me of his presence when he was away. Tonight, that scent felt suffocating.
So I walked towards the side tables and threw all the candles in a trash bag. The first step had been hard, but once I started, I could function better.
The throw pillows and the soft blanket I used to hug while watching cheesy romantic movies went in next.
My attention moved to the photo frames of me and Nate hanging all around the walls, and I took them down one by one. By the time I was done with the living room, there were five big trash bags sitting by the corner.
For a moment, I simply stood there, catching my breath.
“You don't have to do it all at once,” Rain whispered, but I shook my head.
“If I stop, I won't find the strength to continue”
Throwing the wardrobe open, I spent the next few hours separating the clothes I owned, those gifted by him went in one bag, ones I bought with my own money went in another.
I tore down the soft wallpaper with almost a mechanical precision, stripping down the walls of all the warmth I had infused in them.
My books, jewellery, shoes, everything met the same fate. My gaze flicked to the potted plants I had placed all over the shelves and felt a sob working its way up my throat.
I refused to cry and put them all in another box that would go in the donation pile. I moved to his cupboard and pulled out all the stuff I had gifted him- wallets, watches and shirts.
My hand stilled over a sweater I had knitted for him two years ago. It had taken me months to learn to knit.
I almost yanked it out and threw it on the floor, found a pair of scissors and cut through the clothes I had bought for him viciously.
Tears finally began to leak out of my eyes as I put all the cut pieces and waste in a giant heap in the backyard, threw in the sweater and everything else I had gifted him, doused it all in the expensive colognes I had bought for him and lit up a fire.
My feet sagged as I sat there, quietly watching the life I had built with Nate burn down to ashes.
My phone buzzed, and for a fleeting second I thought it was a message from Nate. My fingers shakily reached for the phone to see that it was from the credit card company.
There was still no call or message from him. There would never be hence forth. I pulled out my sim card, and it joined the pile of ashes too.
Wiping my tears, I pulled my purse open, grabbed all the cards that were in my name but tied to his account and cut them up with scissors before throwing them in the burning pile.
Exhale and Inhale.
I focussed on breathing and walked back up to the trash bags, throwing them all in the blazing inferno that was my life until now.
Stepping back into the room, I took one final look at the place I had called home all this time.
Then I turned off the lights and grabbed the two boxes containing my stuff along with the donation box and grabbed my car keys.
Just two boxes…that was all my life amounted to right now.
I loaded it all into the car, stopped by an orphanage to drop the books and crisp blankets somebody in need could benefit from and thought of the place I had called home before I gave it up all for Nate.
Turning the ignition on, I drove straight towards the Night Fury pack, the pack my parents, Alpha Luke and Luna Miranda, ruled.
Mom and Dad were already in their car and about to drive somewhere when Mom saw me approaching in my car.
She stepped out of the car immediately and ran towards me.
“Where the hell have you been, Violet?” She asked me and pulled me into a hug.
“Your phone is not reachable, and neither is that dumb boyfriend of yours answering the calls.” She continued while cupping my face.
“We broke up. Nate and I are officially over”