"Happy weekend." Author states as she throws her head back with a pure evil laugh escaping her lips dramatically.
I was sick. I was sick to my stomach for days. I buried myself in bed, tossing and turning with sweat trickling from every open pore on my skin. Yet my compulsive behavior still had me wake up and wash the sheets each day as sick as I was from how hard I was sweating. The contractors were supposed to start working on the room and I had no energy to move out so I told them to start working on the other rooms first. Besides the sickness, I was dealing with the constant pounding of hammer to wall and other sounds of construction work. I did not want to see anyone so much I put a chair under the door handle. I blocked Areli out from my head but that did not stop her from insistently knocking on my door and sitting there for hours telling me ridiculous stories each day. She tried, she did try to cheer me up but she was not the problem. I was the problem. I just wanted to be left alone. She did not know I was sick, no one knew and I liked to keep it that way. They all thought I was mopping
It was a trap. It was a trap I couldn’t shake off. I shimmied hard into the rabbit hole and got stuck inside. There was no way out. The pull of the blanket under my chin, the fold of my body and the dangerous thoughts were all a trap. I found myself in a loop, in a cycle I could not break. I couldn't get myself to leave the bed. No matter how much my inner voice screamed for me to get up I just couldn’t. No matter how much my dragon fired at me to get myself together I just couldn’t. What should have been a night to recover turned to a week of deep-rooted pain that kept me chained to the bed. To keep Areli off my case I would wake up dead at night and slowly make my way to the kitchen where I would rattle some pots then walk back up but in the past two days I did not have the strength to even cover my tracks. I just lay in bed with my eyes closed. My whole body hurt so bad even swallowing turned painful. My stomach could only painfully turn and churn because there was nothing I could
I was doing much better when I next woke up. As much as I hated it, I kept Brum’s t-shirt on. I sniffed it constantly and it kept me sane. I packed all his clothes away and set the cases to the side. I changed the bed sheets then decided to clean the floors. I knew I was delaying the invertible yet I stalled as much as I could until I knew I had to face the world again. I showered and brushed my teeth a million times. I oiled my skin and even sprayed some perfume after wearing what was once a tight dress. I tied some beads around my waist to keep the dress from hanging awkwardly. Walking out of the room was like walking through a wall of fire, but I had no choice. I had to do it, I whispered to myself, jutting my chin up. “I am strong. I can do this.” I chanted out, taking it one step at a time. The chair under that handle had kept many out but it was time to let them in. I put the chair back in it’s place then walked back to the door. I don’t know what I thought but after two weeks
I had stood right before Abraham in confused grief. It had taken falling and heaving in a dozen large breaths or so for the ringing in my head to fade into a background noise. Even then, every breath was a struggle to take. The world around me had spun into a dizzying swirl of colors blending nauseatingly into each other. My eyes grew foggy with unshed tears. So many weapons this body had borne. So much hurt this body and heart had taken yet none could compare to this. It felt like nothingness. It felt like I'd lost a part of myself. I could hear them talking. I could see Conri read through my letter. I could feel and hear Areli’s compassion, trying and failing to console me. Abraham tried but those in werewolf form were back and everyone was too busy to rile them away from him. The tears glistened in my eyes but never fell. Papa. Did he suffer? Was he scared? I always thought that if the day was to come, I would be by his side holding his hand and singing to him with my voice
Vex scooped me up in his arms and I could not resist holding onto his shoulder and waist to keep myself from falling. I buried my head in the crook of his arm. I felt the air rushing passed us as he ran back to the pack that had now turned to my prison. The thought of it robbed me of my breath. It was suddenly so suffocating yet I couldn’t leave. Not until Brum and I talked about the baby. I was sure they had already told him because it seemed everyone knew before me. I berated myself in the privacy of my thoughts, cursing at my blindness. How had I not seen it? It had been staring me right in the face. I was sick with worry, worry for my child and worry for their future. My brother was also back. Who knew what he would do. But more importantly, was my child alright? The baby’s heart was beating way slower than my ears could pick up, especially with my weakened senses. How big were they? How far along was I? Flavia came to mind and I nearly wept. I hoped I would not carry the baby fo
The air seemed suddenly dense, the tension hanging there with silence so loud. I dressed up in clean clothes, my washing basket full. I took a deep breath, walking out of the closet with my eyes immediately searching for Vex who sat in the tub chair, head hanging over the arm. I pulled the covers on the bed, not believing the day I had. I did not even want to think of it. I slid in between the covers and awkwardly lowered myself down. Words came and went, some stuck on my tongue. A whole hour passed, a whole fucking hour of intense tension. Vex stood up, walking to the door. I couldn’t help but shoot up from the bed. “Wait,” I did not want to say the words that had been on my tongue for the past hour but I was desperate. “Stay, please.” I awkwardly said out. Vex stopped, his back to me. My heart drummed with such vengeance. I couldn’t be alone. Not on that day. My breathing turned rugged because the worst part of my request was still to come. I had this feeling that was killing me
Brum’s P.O.V“Rose.” I called, my hand moving to touch her shoulder but she shook it off and lay there.“Come on. Please, just try.” I said, coaxing her but she did not even reply.“Rose.” I tried again yet she did not respond. She had lost so much weight because she could not keep anything down. I sat back and cursed in my head. I ran my hand through my hair and put the bowl of her favorite soup down. I had thought of everything to try make her eat but nothing worked. She hadn’t kept anything down in over a month.I turned my head to stare at the crib where Hugo lay. I blinked the foreign emotions away. As much as I was attached to the kid, I didn’t know how I got myself in this situation. I had been trying to help Rose and her parents but in the end, Rose’s parents left her to me and she was….she was wilting. And because of that, Hugo was also not doing well. Since the pregnancy, Rose was overly sick. She could not eat anything at all which led to her not being able to produce milk
“Vex, take down that case.” I shot out. “What are you doing Ziss?” Vex asked, still shaken from Brum finding us in bed together. “I am going home.” I said, pulling my gold case and hell it was heavy. “Calm down Ziss, he is probably pissed because he thought we were doing something.” Vex tried to reason but I was not hearing it. “Vex, the owners of this room want to use it, please hurry.” I shot out, straightening up only to huff. Brum now knew I was pregnant. He left, he could care less. I was leaving. I was going home to Flavia and Dante. “The audacity to bring that, that skank’s child here.” I poured out, pointing at air only to bend again and try pulling the case. “What is a skank? Rose has gone through a lot, she is not a skank, whatever that is.” “Shut up Vex, just shut up and agree to everything I am saying. Whose side are you on?” I warned him with him shrugging while leaning on the counter. “How will you carry all these cases? Even if I take you to the vampire kingdom