Love and War by Britta Irene (black books to read .TXT) 📕

. Then, my best friend and twin were gone.
“Earth to Kyla…”
“What?” I asked.
“Oh look. She woke up.” Andy said jokingly, but looking worried.
“Sorry. I just remembered something.” I told them.
“lie, lie, lie. All lies. You can’t lie to your mate, Kyla. Or should I say Kyls.” James said with a sneer. He looked pissed. At what, I don’t know.
“Okay. So I had a conversation. Big whoop.” I said
“With yourself?” Blade asked, in his sexy voice.
“Kyla. How could you have lied to me? You said you didn’t have anyone who tied you down away from me. At least that was the impression I got when you kissed me back and told me that you loved me.” He said, in the coldest term I have ever heard him use.
“What?” I asked, shocked. What is he talking about?
“You know exactly what I am talking about. But, you may not fully understand what I am saying. You are probably still thinking of your boyfriend.” He said, looking at me with such disgust that I felt sick. Then the pain really hit me. I felt really sick. My head was throbbing painfully, my stomach all the sudden very uneasy, but the worst of it was emotionally. I felt like my heart was being ripped in two, and stabbed and danced on, by the man that I love, who was standing in front of me. Accusing me of cheating on him.
“No, you got it all wrong-“I was going to continue, but he cut me off.
“You are right. I do have it all wrong. I have you and me all wrong. I was wrong to say that I loved you, but the worst thing is I was wrong to believe that you loved me back. So you are not the only one to blame here, don’t worry about that. Just ninety percent is your fault. So tell me, Kyls When were you going to tell me about him? Or were you just going to run out on me suddenly, because you have someone better waiting in the wings. Was I just a play toy for you, while you were here?” he was sneering at me. Tears were running freely down my face. The pain in my head and stomach got worse, but the pain in my heart swelled over a thousand times more. What is he talking about? What would make him believe that I would cheat on him? I was speechless. What is one supposed to say when the one they love is wrongly accusing them of cheating?
“What are you talking about, man?” Andy said, sticking up for me. He stood up and protectively stood in front of me. Nice to know that I had someone believe me. Where was James getting this wrong information?
“Just ask her.” He said, sneering at me. I have never felt so much pain in my life. It was unbearable. “She’s the whore who is two timing me.” He said. Again, the pain swelled even more.
“It's not true.” I said, my voice failing me. I sounded weak. The tears were really coming down now.
“Whatever. You are a whore. She was going to leave me. She has another waiting in the wings. She already has a mate.” Gasps came from the guys.
I couldn’t handle it anymore. I rushed pasted him and out the door. I can’t belief… he… said… that. I couldn’t see straight. The pain was unbearable
“By the way, I deny you as my mate!” he yelled at my back. That made my whole world shatter. It was like he was the only one who held me to this world. Like, he was a thick steel band that connected me to the surface, and kept me from floating away into nothingness. Now, it was like that band was snapped, and I was free flying into nothing but pain and misery. It’s hard to believe that one word could give someone so much pain and sorry. That word being ‘deny’.
I crumpled to the floor in the elevator. That is where Ryan found me. I’m glad it was him and not someone else. It wasn’t because I wasn’t wearing my boy costume, not at all. It was because if anyone could even try to put me together with scotch tape, it would be him, Dakota, and Timmy. But right now, I honestly don’t think that will happen.
“Kyla? W-what happened? Are you okay?” I shook my head no. he tried to help me to stand up, but it was impossible. The pain was too much. I felt like I was having heart attack after heart attack. It didn’t end. There wasn’t even a pause. Just continuous heart killing pain. But it didn’t kill my heart. If that were so, I wouldn’t be able to feel it. Or anything at all.
He scooped me up into his arms, and carried me to his and Timmy’s dorm room. He called Dakota.
“Kota. Get here NOW. It’s Kyla. Something happened. I’ll explain when you get here.” He said urgently before hanging up.
“Kyla? What happened?” he asked with so much care in his voice.
“J-James…” I said. Just that one word brought me so much more pain. Two words in one day made my whole world come crashing down around me. Those words being deny and James.
“H-he. C-claims th-that I ch-ch-cheated on-n h-him. H-he s-s-says-s that-t I had-d-d another-r one w-waiting in-n the-e w-w-wing-g-ss!” I finally got out. So much pain…
“Oh, honey.” He said, pulling me close to him. Timmy was rubbing my back. Dakota burst into the door and saw the scene in front of him. Ryan told him what happened.
“That Bastard!” he yelled, with so much hate and coldness that it reminded me of…. Him.
He came over and gave me a kiss on the forehead.
“I’ll be right back.” He said to me. “Timmy, come with me. Ryan, stay here and comfort her. If I need you I’ll send Timmy back.” He said. He slammed the door shut behind them. I thought that the tears couldn’t come any harder, but I was proved wrong.
Kyls? Are you okay?

I heard Kyle ask.
No!

I replayed the scene in my head for him.
WHAT? I’m coming, baby. No sister of mine is going to be talked to that way.

I nodded, and he was gone.

I spent the rest of the afternoon crying. Every time that I thought that my tear ducts were dry I would start again. My head was killing me. Any little noise caused spilling pain to shoot through my temples. My stomach was queasy. I couldn’t hold anything down, and I was even throwing up on empty. My muscles were so soar, and it felt like they would snap. All in all, I felt like crap.
But that was not the worst of it. The worst was the emotional pain. I felt like my heart was constantly being ripped in two. Daggers going through it. So much weight, I had never realized how… how light it felt before. Now it was like I was in the deepest pit of the ocean. Even under that. It hurt to breath. When I did, I was afraid that it would be the last straw; it would shatter in to a million pieces. I wish. That would bring relief to my pain. But instead, I have to endure it. The pain I mean. There was no relief, not for a split second. No matter what Ryan, Timmy, Dakota, and even Kyle said couldn’t help.
“Kyls, you have to at least try to eat something.” Ryan said, in a gentle, kind, loving voice. Why couldn’t he have been my mate? Not the jerk that won’t even stop to hear the story, just to assume things. Timmy and Dakota were nodding behind him.
Kyls, listen to him. You need to eat.

My brother Kyle assured me in my head.
I

can’t. I’ll just puke it back up.

I told him back, emotionlessly.
Please. You need to eat something. Look, I know that ass hurt you, but you can’t let what he said control your world.

He told me, trying to sound brotherly.
You don’t even understand. I feel like he was the one, thick, steel band that held me to this earth. Without him, I feel like I am floating away into nothingness and pain. And I was too stupid to realize it before. I am in so much pain, I feel like my heart will stop any minute. But it doesn’t. The pain just stays constant…

I trailed off. My tears came stronger.
“Thatta girl.” Dakota whispered. I hadn’t even realized that while I was talking to Kyle, they gently stuck the spoon of hot broth in my mouth. I could feel it trailing down my throat, scorching its way down. It probably was not even all that hot, but to me, it was fire.
“Too hot.” I said, frowning. Meanwhile, the tears never stopped.
Kyls, what is your room number?
12-23.

I told him without thinking twice.
Alright

. He was gone again.
Timmy put the broth in the fridge for ten minutes, and then made me eat it. Dakota gave me sleeping pills, and I was out within ten minutes.

*Kyle’s POV*
Nobody and I mean NOBODY, talks to MY twin that way. She is sweet, kind, beautiful, loving, daring, and friendly. No one talks to my baby sister like that. Not even me. She deserves that respect from everyone. Besides, I know my sister, possibly even better than Krissy her best friend. It wouldn’t surprise me if I knew her better than she herself does. My point is I would have known if she had a mate before she came here. I could feel something had changed when she met him. She felt more complete. I guess you could say we had twin telepathy, but we shared something stronger than that. We could feel each other’s physical pain. That is rare.
So, some ass hole calling my sister a whore has brought me here, to room 12-23 at St. Patrick’s Permanent School for Young Men. I had ditched all my chick attire in my room at St. Elsie’s’ Young Lady’s Academy.
I knocked on the door and some tall guy with dark hair and blue eyes answered the door. He looked like shit. I could hear voices in the background. He had company.
“Are you James?” I asked, in a cold voice. He looked at me and nodded. I pulled my fist back and punched him in the jaw. He stumbled back a few paces, and then he lunged for me. But I was too quick. I dogged him effortlessly. I threw him into the wall; he tugged me down with him, and started throwing punches in my face.

*Kyla’s POV*
I woke up with a start. My jaw ached, and my nose felt like it was broken. ‘What the hell?’ I thought to myself. All the sudden, I felt like I was being kicked in the