Chapter 10

Mature Content AheadEstelle POV

Rage.

Looking down at Jean, my judgement is clouded.

"How dare you!"

The items floating in the air, fall on her. Her movements are quick as he dodges them, but that doesn't change the scratches left behind. As the melted glass touches her cheek she shouts, jumping back.

"Tampering with the minds of others. Without consent. Without care of how they feel!"

She tries to stop me, touching my mind, but I do everything in my power to block it.

"You won't silence me."

I know my mental capacity isn't as great as hers. In a battle of the mind I would never win, but physically is another story.

Landing in my feet, I ball up my fist, punching her across the face. Something she clearly wasn't prepared for.

Falling back, I watch as she touches her cheek in shock. Scott's shouting falls on deaths ear. Standing over her, surrounded by the shocked members of the X-Men I frown.

Disgust fills the pit of my stomach looking at her. Unable to recall the last time I was so mad, unable to recall a reason to be rational.

"I know what you do to him. How you manipulate him, to make yourself feel loved. To make yourself feel better. You do this because you feel secure knowing how much Logan loved you. You feel secure because when you have a doubt in your mind about Scott you seek comfort and validation from the one person who you know will always be there. No. More."

Looking at me in shocked I glare at her.

"If you ever hurt him again. No amount of X-Men will stop me. Even in death, I will come for you."

Scott rushes to her side as I walk away. Slamming the front door behind me, I drive off not having the patience to explain or justify my actions.

I don't need to.

Gripping the stirring wheel, hours go by of wondering. At every stop sign, at every turn my anger slowly disperses. Until I end up at my broken home, slipping out of the car, I stare at the broken building. Walking towards it I sit on the porch and reflect.

It's hard to believe that I did that, to believe that I could feel so...angry.

Growing up I was taught to be rational, think before I act but that was nothing less than...human.

As much as I want to beat myself up, I can't, because even if I were to sit down and think it through that would be my only solution.

Watching the blue sky, I finally calm down. I already know Logan will hate me, resent me for my actions. The place I've begun to view as home won't be so kind to open its doors to me.

I just know it.

Standing, I decide to get my hands dirty, tossing the rubble left behind far off in the yard. My hands are black of soot and a few splinters but I lack the energy to care.

I do this for a while, until the sound of a roaring engine stops me. Looking at Logan park his bike, I stare at him.

Ready for him to shout and yell, readying for him to drag me back to apologize to her.

Something I wasn't ready to do, nor desired to.

Walking over to me, he says nothing as he begins to pick up the long piece of burnt wood beside me.

Staring for a bit I continue to declutter. Sooner or later the living is clear, ready to become something new. Sitting at the step, I wipe the dirt on my dark blue jeans. Pulling out any splinters left behind as my wounds close up.

I feel him standing behind me, steps quiet, breath slow.

"I'm not mad."

Looking up at him I can't help but be feel a bit surprised, "Really?"

He nods, "I would do the same thing, if Scott tried to kiss you. If he hurt you."

He grips his hand at the thought before calming down. Holding out his hand, I take it, allowing him to pull me up. Walking hand in hand, we go down the path, the same neck of the wood where we first met.

Lacing my fingers with his as the sun begins to go lower in the sky, I speak softly.

"I don't want to go back..."

He shrugs his shoulders, "No rush."

I fail to notice the smirk gracing his features until he stops, making me do the same.

He pushes me against a tree gently, before kissing me passionately. Wrapping my arms around him, I moan softly as he grips my body greedily.

Fiddling with my button jeans, I feel him yank them off, hitting the dirty ground. Lifting me up, my legs rest on his shoulders. I gasp as his tongue finds its way to my heat, making the once quiet space fill with my moans.

Tugging on his hair, I call out his name, unable to fully register the pleasure running through me. As he explores me, I slam my hang against the tree, head fuzzy and uneven. Meeting my high, he laps up whatever is left behind.

Hands on my waist, he lowers me, feeling his tip at my entrance I meet his gaze, mischief fills his eyes as he stuffs me. His sight is lock as he thrusts roughly, soaking up every whimper and sound.

Holding onto him, he's pleased with my reaction as he penetrates my golden spot. Seeing white, I reach my high, allowing him to do that same as I squeeze around his member.

Panting, he kisses me once more, causing me to shudder. Getting myself together, he picks me up, making me smile. Pecking his cheek he walks in the early night, making it to the front yard.

Opening the car door he sets me down, sleepy, I go in and out. Picking me up he takes me away before I nod off to sleep. Awakening briefly, clean and covered in his bed I smile.

Feeling him kiss along my neck, I hum softly. Mumbling sweet words as I drift back sleep.