NovelOnlineChapter Ninety-Four: Rules are made to be bro
ken
I stopped in front of apartment 2B, looking at the shiny golden letters on the dark cherry wood door. Rock music played inside the
apartment and I could picture my best friend. The kitchen was probably a mess, Charity was super bad about cleaning up as she
cooked.
The sound of her off key singing was muffled by the door and I knew that she would be dancing while she cooked. She was
always in motion, she always had an ener gy to her that seemed limitless. I had been halfway con vinced that she had ADHD
and no one had noticed it but me.
I could picture her in there with her hair pulled up in a messy bun on top of her head. Her lips spread in a smile as she did her
thing. It was a scene I had walked into more times than I could count. I was still nervous to see her, but I knew that I could stand
out here all morning.
Biting my lower lip, I brought my hand up and knocked on the door. It was best to just get it over with. I couldn’t put this off
forever, even if a part of me wanted to. I wor ried that things were going to change between the two of us.
I was pretty sure that my friend was a shifter. That there was so much about her that I didn’t know.
It hurt that she hadn’t trusted me with this. There wasn’ ta part of my life that I didn’t share with her. Yet, she had not trusted me
enough to tell me her secret. She must have known that Jake was like her, but that was another thing she hadn’t told me.
It was beginning to feel like the world that I knew was all a lie. I just hoped there were no more shocking secrets that were going
learned made me feel more and more like this was some very vivid hallucination.
The door swung open and Charity looked at me, wring ing her hands together in front of her. Her pink lips spread into a wide
smile, but I could see the worry in fear in her eyes that mirrored my own. She looked like I had thought she would. Her hair was
all messy, piled on top of her head. Flour was smeared across the top of her cheek
She was wearing an oversized navy blue shirt that stopped at her thighs and her skin seemed to glow. My gaze moved down to
the marks on her ankles and the ones at her wrist.
“You’re hurt?” I said, frowning at those marks. “Did he hurt you?”.
“What, no,” she said, lifting up her hands and I realized that the bruises were healing but they wrapped around both her wrists
and ankles. “Things got a little wild with
Aaron last night, but it was all consenting.”
“That’s good.” I said, unsure of what I should say. || wasn’t bothered that she’d had kinky sex. I was one to yuck someone’s yum.
I just couldn’t seem to press through my worry.
Charity’s eyes moved over me. Taking in the clothing that Jason had given me and the marks on both sides of my neck. She
smoothed her hands over the front of her shirt, giving me a smile. “Good morning, Tillie. I hope you’re hun gry. I made pancakes
and coffee.”
My stomach rumbled at the mention of food, even though my throat felt tight. I didn’t want to be upset with her but I was and she
knew it.
“You spent the night?” I asked, but we both knew that she had.
“I did.” The words were stilted like she was worried about telling me what I already knew.
“What about your rules?” | asked, wrapping my arms around my stomach and clearing my throat.
“Rules are made to be broken. Are you not coming in, Til?” Charity asked, looking down at her sparkly blue toe nails before
looking up at me again. “I fixed your coffee the way you like it.”
“Are you going to tell me the truth or are you going to pretend that everything is normal and you haven’t been ly ing to me the
entire time I’ve known you?” My voice rose with each word and my eyes burned with unshed tears that were threatening to spill. I
didn’t want to cry but I was still so worn out and I had been on a rollercoaster of emotions.
— “Tillie, I’m sorry.” Charity said, stepping closer to me
and raising her hand up to touch me. She had always been touchy feely and I had assumed it was her love language. Now, I
knew the truth.
She was a shifter, she had been making sure that oth ers knew that I smelled like her. It made me think of a cat marking its
territory. The way they would rub against their
owner’s legs.
I held up my hand and Charity stopped, taking a half step back. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I wanted to. There were so many times where I started to.” She said, her hands fluttering up in front of her and
then dropping back to her sides. Like she couldn’t figure out what to do with herself. “I just, I just didn’t want to lose my best
friend.”
“You should have told me that you were a shifter. Chari ty, you have been my best friend, my person for five years. Why did you
think you would lose me?”
“I’m still your best friend, Til. You are the other half of me. You know me better than anyone else-” she said, but I cut her off.
“But you didn’t trust me enough to tell me that you’re a shifter?” | asked as hot tears spilled down my cheeks. Not just for her
lying to me but for how lonely she must have felt. It felt like the tears would never stop now that I was let ting them out. A
hiccough slipped from my lips and I tried to take a deep breath.
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