It all felt like a déjà vu. Erik was back outside the front door of our house, trying to get in touch with me again. But this time I wasn't confused and scared, this time I was mad at him.
He had been an arsehole to me, and to many other people I love. That wasn't just something that I could accept, it was a pretty big deal. But at the same time I knew that he hadn't chosen to act like he did, sometimes his alpha-instincts kicked in. I was a bit confused too, I guess.
A difference from last time was that this time my family had gotten over it quickly and were practically forcing me to talk to my boyfriend. They were so tired at making him remove himself from the front-door every time they wanted to get into the house.
So, that is why I found myself in my room together with Erik again. You could practically feel the tension in the room, it was making it hard to breathe.