**Author's Note: I know I have been saying this over and over, but I really do mean it. Your comments are very helpful. I am beyond grateful that many of you are enjoying this story so far. There are moments when it is hard to begin a chapter, but when I am on the roll, it seems very hard to stop (as you can see with the last chapter, lol). One minute I had only 4 pages, and the next...I have written about 13 pages.
I hope you enjoy this chapter. And I want to thank Bella for editing this story and sticking around with my crazy ass!
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Angel was fighting consciousness so hard.
Accident.
Angel knew she had an accident, she could hear many people screaming for help, and someone telling her to stay with them, but staying conscious was easier said than done.
Come on Angel, hold it together. Need to stay awake till help arrives.
Angel kept on repeating that over and over in her head, but the pain was making it so hard. She just wanted to go to sleep.
Stay awake... I need to stay awake...
"Hold on ma'am. Help is on the way," someone tried to tell her
Angel knew she was loosing a lot of blood. She was able to feel it dripping down her body.
But the pain...
In the distance, Angel was just barely able to hear the sirens of the squad car and ambulance. There was a lot of shouting when the paramedics were telling many people to back away from the car and give them all space. She noticed a shadow drop over her, which she soon realized it was one of the paramedics.
"Ma'am, can you hear me?" There was no response. "Ma'am squeeze my fingers if you can hear me."
Angel managed to just barely squeeze his fingers to let them know she is just barely awake. She can hear the doors trying to be pried open, but it was no use. Then, she heard even more glass shattering.
Just great, break another window why don't you.
Angel knew she was being unrealistic, since her car was probably totaled. She felt one of the men crawl up to her...what was he saying? Then she felt a neck brace being put on her.
Angel must have lost consciousness again, because next thing she knew, she was being lifted into the ambulance.
They got me out...I'm safe for now. Stay awake Angel...need to stay awake.
It was just getting so much harder. She couldn't take the pain anymore and there was one way to help it go away....
sleep...
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Cullen glanced down at his watch for probably the hundredth time this night.
What is taking her so long!?
Angel must be out of class already. Running his fingers through his hair for the eightieth time, he began to pace next to his car. Cullen tried to call Angel, but over and over, it went straight to her voicemail.
Instead of trying to stay calm, Cullen began to think irrationally.
How could she stand me up...again! After the great time we had last night!
Being angry was so much easier than showing how hurt he really was at the thought of being stood up again by her.
But she wouldn't do that again...would she?
Cullen really hoped not, but then where is she?
Once again, Cullen tried to call Angel's number, and after two rings, it went to her voicemail.
Growling.
Cullen got into his car and sped off.
If she doesn't want to meet up with me, than she doesn't have too. Last time I go out of my way for her. Angel...how could you?
An hour later...
Cullen arrived home. Every single pack member ran fast out of his way, sensing his anger. Out of the corner of his eye, Cullen saw Layla making her way towards him. She ignored the warning growl that Cullen gave, as she slowly ran her hand across his chest.
"Come to bed Cullen, and let me make you feel better," said Layla seductively, as she pressed herself up against Cullen.
Next thing that anyone saw was Layla up against the wall with Cullen's hand around her throat. "I warned you Layla. I am through playing games with you. If you still wish to be in this pack, I suggest you learn your place...and quickly," growled Cullen. Cullen let Layla go, as he quickly moved to his office, slamming the door.
After about a minute, Gavin slowly poked his head through. "Cullen, is everything alright," asked Gavin.
Cullen looked up at Gavin and growled. "Well isn't that the most idiotic question of the day. Does it look like everything is fucking alright," shouted Cullen. "She fucking stood me up again," Cullen began to rant, "after the wonderful time we had before, I just don't get it..." Cullen took a deep breath as he dropped down to his seat before the hearth. He rested his head in his hands, "I don't get it Gavin. Why? Maybe I was wrong...maybe she isn't my... my," but even Cullen couldn't finish that sentence.
"Cullen, there probably had to be a good reason. You need to calm down. We both know that she is your mate, never question that. Perhaps her car broke down? Or maybe something came up with school or family..." Gavin tried to suggest.
"Then why the hell would her phone go straight to voicemail? Why wouldn't she have called to let me know if something came up?" Cullen questioned, feeling his anger begin to rise all over again.
Just then, Cullen's phone rang. He quickly shot out of his seat and walked quickly to answer.
"Yes," Cullen growled out.