Two days. Two long insufferable days I had lay in bed, moping about for the wrongs I'd done. I could still see his face, hear his broken voice, his expression of pure hurt and betrayal before he'd left me there. I barely slept, I could feel the pain from supressing my hunger get worse and worse, but I didn't care. I was like an emotionless zombie, only showing any form of feeling when I would cry for hours in the shower. It was like the events of what had happened between Dwayne and I were on repeat in my head twenty-four-seven.
"Dwayne, I-" he wouldn't let me finish, crossing the room to grab me in his arms and he embraced me tightly. "Just you and me, Sophie, come on, think about it," He began, "we wouldn't have to worry about parents or about David or your brothers, no one! It'd be just us!" He said, pulling back to look at me. "Just us." He breathed.
Something about this didn't seem right. It wasn't that I didn't want to, I could feel the sire bond between the two of us pushing me, urging me to say yes. But I had a life to think about: my human one. "Dwayne..." I whispered, "I can't just drop everything and leave..." I could see his hopeful expression shift to one of annoyance. "What are you talking about, Sophie? You're changing! You're not the same girl you were before-"
"That doesn't change the fact that I have a family to worry about, Dwayne!" I fired back, now completely pissed off. He scoffed, looking down at me. "You do realize that you will have to say goodbye to them, right? Sooner is better than later." He retorted. "What are you going to do when they start to notice? When Sam finally towers over you at twenty-five and you're still fifteen?" I shook my head at him. "Shut up, Dwayne." I growled.
"When Michael sees your ninth high school graduation?"
"Shut up!"
"When you have to bury your mother?"
"SHUT UP!"
It was the last straw, and I had had it. My blood was boiling, my face was red, I was so angry that I hadn't thought before I spoke, and I regretted the words the moment they came out of my big mouth.
"Well maybe it's not such a big deal to you, Dwayne, because you didn't have to say goodbye to your family. David did it for you when he killed yours!"
Never had I ever been so cruel. It didn't feel good either, it felt like a thousand massive paper cuts, covering my tongue as punishment. It felt like a hundred thousand punches to the gut. it felt like a million stakes straight through my heart. All at once. I didn't think he would ever come back or ever forgive me, and I didn't blame him. I was a horrible sire, and I betrayed him.
It was around three in the afternoon when banging sounded on my bedroom door. It was frantic, followed by the sound of Michael's voice. "Sophie- Soph, let us in!" He cried out, and he sounded exhausted. I pulled myself up from my bed, throwing my hair up into a messy bun on top of my head before I opened the door that Michael was practically breaking down.
He ran inside, Sam following him before the two of them shut the door tightly, locking it. "Mike, Sam, what's going on, it's like noon thirty-" I began to complain when they silenced me with worried looks. "Sophie, you've gotta help us!" Sam begged. "Help you with what? What's going on?" I questioned, partially with a yawn. Sam and Michael shared glances before Sam let out a groan. "How can you expect her to help if you don't... you know... tell her!"
"Sam, it's not so easy-" Michael began before Sam rolled his eyes and interrupted him. "Michael's a vampire, so are all those creepy dudes on motorcycles and Star and Laddie." He explained, Michael exclaiming curses at our little brother and I furrowed my brows. "You're one too? Half, I mean?" I asked and the two of them looked at me incredulously. I bit down hard on my tongue as I realized what the hell I'd just done.
Well, cat's out of the bag now.