“How long have you been on them?” I shake my head not willing to answer or talk about the circumstances around why I was put on them.
“Lana?” Tate says looking down at me. I push on his shoulders wanting to get up.
“Don’t go through my bag” I tell them when I get up throw my legs over the side of the bed. Getting up, I head for the bathroom, but Drake follows opening the door as I try to close it.
“You don’t need to hide things from us”
“Really because I know you’re hiding shit from me” I tell him.
“Like what?” He snaps.
“You’re a hypocrite, how long have you known Tate was your mate huh?” I ask, suddenly angry. Tate sits up on the end of the bed watching us.
“Eleven years” Tate answers when Drake says nothing.
“So, you whinged about waiting two years for me, yet you made Tate wait Eleven? Eleven years he had to feel you be with other people” The thought horrified me.
“Tate and my relationship prior to meeting you has nothing to do with you” Drake snaps at me.
“Nothing to do with me? Of course, it does because I have suffered for two years. I know Tate wasn’t the one screwing around, you know we can feel it. You may not have marked us, but we could still feel it” I scream at him, poking him in the chest. He takes a step back and I realise how angry I have become when I feel my fangs sink into my bottom lip.
“What are you talking about?” Drake says.
“Look I get it, I don’t blame you. This is exactly why I didn’t want to mark Tate, have him tied to me when clearly you have had no problem being with someone else” I go to shut the door in his face when he grabs my arm. He honestly looked like he had no idea what I was talking about. At first, I didn’t understand it either, understand how the mate bond could let me feel when they were unfaithful to the bond. I thought at first it was just terrible period pain, yet I couldn’t explain the hollow feeling in my heart.
“What are you talking about?” He says and I look to Tate, I have no doubt he could feel it too if I could.
“Every time you have been with someone else, I could feel it” Tate answers and Drake looks at him shocked and also horrified.
“But I haven’t marked you” He says exasperated.
“It doesn’t matter, we have met. I haven’t been with anyone since I met you Drake, yet I could always tell when you were with someone, I couldn’t bring myself to do that to you” Tate says looking away.
“But you were with Melinda” Drake yells at him. Tate shakes his head.
“I was with Melinda, but I never fucked her Drake, we fooled around but I never stuck my fucking dick in her” Tate snaps at him.
“Then why didn’t you say anything, how was I supposed to know” Drake demands angrily.
“You want to know why I am on anti-depressants, because I couldn’t live with it, I tried to kill myself because I couldn’t handle the pain anymore, didn’t want to feel you with someone else. Look I get it I was sixteen, I didn’t expect you to not look elsewhere at first I welcomed the idea until I realised how badly it hurt once I figured out what it was” I snap at him.
“You should have told me, is this why you never wanted to speak to us? Why didn’t one of you tell me, I wouldn’t have done anything if I knew it would hurt you” Drake says turning to glare at Tate.
“Just let me go please, I want to have a shower” I tell him, he reluctantly lets go turning to Tate. I shut the door, embarrassed and angry. I felt so many emotions, yet I couldn’t blame him. He was a grown man when we met, I didn’t believe they would remain faithful, so I was shocked when I found out Tate had been and knew it was Drake, yet Tate has put up with it for over a decade and yet I could tell he still loves Drake, loves him enough not to tell him he hurt him. How lonely those eleven years must have been for them, loving someone from afar and not acting on it, so was I any better denying them?
I turn on the shower and could hear them arguing on the other side of the door. Shaking my head, I step in grabbing the loofah and washing myself. Washing my hair, I hear the door open trying to wash the soap out so I could see without burning my eyes out of my skull from the soap.
Drake was sitting on the sink basin; I turn away from him not that he was looking anyway, his eyes glued to the floor.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know Lana. If I did, I never would have, you have to believe me” He says, making me look over my shoulder at him.
“Why didn’t your mother tell me, geez I am surprised she didn’t come to kill me” He says rubbing his hand down his face.
“Only Arial knew” I tell him, and he looks up at me, his eyes trailing down my body before he looks away.
“You never told them?” I shake my head, grabbing the conditioner and pouring some in my hand.
“Where is Tate?” I ask changing the topic.