7. Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Declan
Declan
T his morning my brother Mason called and wanted to meet me at the diner downtown for breakfast. Reluctantly, I told him I would. When I got there, I saw this tiny woman who was delicate and small like a little bird. She had long brown hair that was thick and wavy, dark caramel-colored eyes, and the most flawless skin I’ve ever seen. I must be over a foot taller than she was, at least. She was the most gorgeous creature. As soon as I noticed how drawn to her I was, I knew I needed to stay away. The urge to stare at her made me angry. No woman needs to have that much control over me. Women are nothing but trouble, especially ones that are that pretty.
She was very skittish, and I noticed when my brother touched her wrist she flinched. The feeling I got when I saw his skin on hers was unexpected. I wanted to toss him out of a window and tell him to never put his hands on her again. I’ve never felt possessive toward a woman before, but when I saw this one, I felt an indescribable feeling of wanting to protect her and make sure no other man ever puts his hands on her. This feeling is strange, especially since I saw Lisa getting fucked by two other men and I wasn’t jealous. Pissed off, yes. Disgusted, also yes, but I was never jealous. Seeing her flinch almost sent me over the edge because it tells me someone has hurt her in the past. It’s none of my business, and I tried hard to push it out of my mind and listen to my brother when he spoke. It’s clear something happened to her to make her this scared of men. Especially one wearing the sheriff’s uniform. It’s a symbol of protection and should be soothing to a citizen.
I couldn’t even eat because I was so enamored with the server, so I only ordered coffee. When Mason called her sugar and darlin’, I almost came out of my chair with the impulse to skin him alive. He’s my brother, and I wanted to murder him the moment those cutesy nicknames came out of his mouth.
The whole reason Mason wanted to meet me this morning was to tell me I needed to go see our mother.
“You can’t just cut everyone off and live up on that mountain alone forever, Declan. You live on one side of the mountain and work on the other. That’s no kind of life.”
“I’m not ready to be around people, Mase. I don’t want to be around anyone.”
“We are going to have dinner with Mom tomorrow night; seven o’clock sharp. Be there. No fucking excuses. If I have to come up on that mountain and get you myself, I will. That woman has had enough heartache to last a lifetime, she doesn’t need her son to ignore her too. You weren’t the only one hurt and I’m sick of coddling you. Stop moping and get your life together.”
Guilt over my mom plagues me. I brought Lisa into this family, and she tore it apart. She ruined my mom’s life. My father was just as responsible, but my mom was innocent. Being a loving and caring woman, she has always been an exceptional wife and mother. It was unfair for her husband to cheat on her with her son’s girlfriend. The cold shoulder I’ve been giving her is undeserved, but I can’t help feeling guilty whenever I see her. It reminds me of seeing my dad with his pants down, thrusting into Lisa. I can’t help thinking if I had been a better man, maybe Lisa wouldn’t have strayed. She says it’s my fault, and I know it’s a bullshit excuse, but it cuts deep to hear it.
“I’ll be there,” I state. He’s right, my mom shouldn’t have to pay for my father’s sins, and if my coming around helps her heal, then I have to put my feelings aside and do it. I never want to see my asshole father again, but my mom is a great person.
My brother reminds me we can still be a family. We don’t have to have Dad or Lisa to do that. I have learned my lesson. The only woman I will ever trust is my mother. She’s the only one worth a grain of salt.
Leaving the diner, I head back up the mountain and start cutting. Being in the woods and nature helps ground me. It soothes the rage I can’t let go of any other way. The little server at the diner never leaves my mind. Her perfect curves, her tiny delicate features, and her fear. I wonder who hurt her. Someone has done something to that woman to make her flinch away like that. If I knew who it was, I’d kill them. Not just dead, graveyard dead.
When the beautiful little brunette walked up to our table this morning, I was pissed. Mostly because she caught my attention, and my dick perked right up at the sight of her. I’m not sure what it was about her, but I couldn’t look away. The hold she has on me pisses me off, and I want to steal every ounce of power away from her and control her. I want to claim her and make her mine. If I could have consumed her right there in that restaurant, I would have.
I’ve never felt like that just upon seeing a woman. A stranger who I don’t know shouldn’t have that much of a hold on me. I don’t like it, and it makes me want to fuck her into submission. Maybe, if I go to the bar and pick up someone and fuck out my frustration, I can stop thinking about the waitress. The problem is thinking about fucking anyone else doesn’t make my dick hard like it did instantly upon seeing her.