Personal Narrative Kaden

Lip protruding, I turn my back to him and stomp off to the closet, letting my towel fall and pool at my feet as I choose a pajama set, and stew.

I don’t reply and I don’t do what he wants. There’s no way on earth, I’m listening to him. His arm constricts around my neck and I gasp for air, dizziness flowing through me. I wonder how long I can hold out, but I don’t take that chance. “Alright,” I gasp, angrily.

Ignoring me, he continued, "She broke up up with me because I bought her a simple neclace for her birthday not the diamond bracelet she wanted."

Baghdad, Iraq is where I was born and raised; I lived there for about 6 years during the most pivotal years of the war. My dad left when I was about 7 months. He went to Lebanon to live for a few years before settling in the United States. My mom took care of me and my siblings. War was going on in Iraq; people walked with a dying heart. Iraq was split into Shiite, Sunni, and Christianity. Sunni and Shiite do not have any issues with one another, but there are people who do not like the Shiites and caused civil strife between the two divisions of Islam. My family is Shiite and we do not believe in a separation between anyone because we are one, they are

Kadens Pov~ When I finally found Corin she was in one oft the girls bathrooms at the school. When she saw me it scared her so i apologized but sadness and regret washed over me when i saw how many injury's she had. I couldn't help but feel like she was hurt because of me that it was my fault because I wasn't their to protect her. But she quickly voiced her opinion on that matter telling me how the mate rules don't applie to her and that I shouldn't feel obligated to protect her. She also warned me not to become a passive jerk or she would leave my sorry ass and never come back. None of this surprised me since it was coming from the girl who wouldn't ask for help from anyone even if she was down to her last breath, and especially a guy. See most girls would

"Stay down, bitch." He obviously considered me his enemy, but that would never change even after I did what I knew he expected me to do. He let go of my hair and moved his hand to his waist. As soon as he let go, I slumped onto my right side.

We both got off the couch and next to the kitchen grabbing each other by the arms. He went straight to my legs but I was able to

“Ya just can’t.” You sigh and try to wiggle around him but he grabs you by the shoulders and pins you down to your couch. His blue eyes pierce into you; they weren’t malicious or angry, they were desperate. You sit there, perplexed and a bit indignant,

"I think I forgot the words," I muttered as I turned and sprinted out of the room. I kept myself together until I reached my car, where I immediately broke down into a hysterical sobbing

He closes his eyes, trying to block the little voice in his head saying that everything is over, Chanyeol as he sees the impact of his own stupidity.

"Don't touch me, don't ever fucking touch me again!" you practically screamed. "When you get back, I won't be here, I promise you that". And with that, you swung the bedroom door open, heading out abruptly without giving him chance to say anything else.

“What’s wrong” Where’s Jaron?” I asked, as she quickly gave me a hug. I began to get worried, I could tell it was bad and my eyes filled with tears.

My hands ball into fist. His last ditch effort has failed. I yank every part of myself away from his grasp. A mask of horror infiltrates his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He gasps tearfully when Liam pushes him against the elevator, cold breath sending goosebumps across his skin. He knows it’s his fault that Liam nearly killed his Alpha, his fault Hayden and Corey died, hisfaultalways, “Y-You don’t have to stop.”

Before I could answer there was a loud and abrupt knock on the door. The sound resounded throughout the apartment, followed swiftly by a robots voice.