~Avery~ I slowly opened my eyes, trying to ignore the sudden headache that just hit me. "What the..." my jaw dropped while I scanned the room I was in. From the looks of it, I was in a hospital but what am I doing here and when did I get here. I hissed, finding harder to ignore the headache. "Dylan?" I rose an eyebrow, just noticing he was here. He was sitting beside my bed with his head rested on it. He was sleeping. I frowned, accessing the room then my body. "What?" I got frustrated, not able to figure out why and how I got here. Did I have some kind of attack while sleeping or something... Last thing I remember was spending a night with Dylan. I frowned, finally deciding to wake up big head sleeping beside me. "Hey idiot" I said shaking his head roughly. That ought to give him a headache. We'd enjoy our headaches together His head shot up immediately, frightening me a bit with his gaze. His eyes were blood shot red, wide and

~Avery~ The tensed atmosphere almost made me gag. I could look anyone in the eye at the moment I could tell Liam felt the same while Dylan kept raging though he didn't utter a word. Everyone in the room felt heavy. The place was filled with sounds of heavy breathing, like we just went for a round. I was tired of the silence. I was tired of all the drama. I just wanted my happy ending, why's it taking so long to get to me. "Ugh" I let out a low groan, balling my hands into a fist, suddenly feel my heart get heavy. I could tell that things from now on is gonna be hard and filled with rivalry between Liam and Dylan and probably between that Tessa and I. Just the thought of her got me bitter. Why does such a person exist? What a pest. "Avery." Liam voice snapped me out of my thoughts. Slowly, my head shot up to meet his gaze. I felt that if I reacted too quickly, Dylan would pick up some odd message and start overreacting about it. Somehow, I couldn't blam

~Avery~ "Calm down." I heard him say as soon as he dropped me on the bed. "So shy. It's funny." he said, stealing a glance at me before taking off his shirt. "I won't force you to... I'm ready whenever you are." I sat on the bed with my eyes on him. I was almost surprised that he already knew I wasn't loving the whole bathing together idea. "You were shivering." he said, stretching and closing his eyes at the crack sound his bones made. "I was?" I asked, with my eyes still on him "Yeah." he simply stated. "You didn't think I would force you, did you?" that was the last thing I heard him say before he entered the bathroom. "I didn't." I sighed to myself, closing my eyes and dropping on the bed, sinking into it's comfort. "I really need to talk to someone about this." I groaned, sensing the bad energy start to build up again. I didn't want things becoming unbearable for him. "That

~Avery~ I flinched a bit when I heard Dylan's voice from behind the door. "Avery?" he called out my name, sounding worried. "Yeah?" I said, turning to face the door, just to make sure he wasn't about to open it. I heard him release a relieved sigh before speaking up again, "Was just checking on you. You've been in there for quite sometime now." he said, nervously. I smiled a bit at his care before replying, "The water feels great today. That's why." There was a long period of silence, but I could tell he was still standing by the door. "What's the problem?" I asked, wondering why he wasn't leaving. "O-oh. Nothing. Just standing here." he said awkwardly. There was something on his mind. My eyes remained on the door, waiting for the next thing he'd say. "Can I come in?" he asked. I rolled my eyes letting out an immediate 'no' He wasn't being a pervert, I doubt the thought of me being naked crossed h

~Avery~ "Out of everyone, you were stabbed the most. You were meant to doe but somehow you managed to shift though in a very bad condition. You weren't even in the right environment for a first shift. As soon as you shifted back, it was expected that you'd die out of either the stabs, forceful shift or energy loss but you didn't. Instead you woke up with a small amnesia. Don't act stupid blaming yourself for anyone's death when you barely survived." Liam scolded, glaring at me like I was some kid. "Besides, you'd get depressed if you do and wouldn't even be able to comfort Dylan. He really needs you, you know." he continued, pausing to give me time to internalize all he said. "Yeah." I gave my short reply, thankful for the lecture and more thankful for him telling me what happened. The fact that I wasn't the one who killed my dad really hurt. The fact that I was the one who killed Tessa gave me a bit of joy but it wasn't enough. I couldn't be happy