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Chapter twenty-five
Abby's POV
Waking up was like a dream, I felt happy and satisfied. Not only that but I felt loved, something that I haven't felt in a long time and it was a nice change. When I finally open my eyes I see that Brandon is already up and is laid on his side facing me as he draws lazy patterns over my stomach. On impulse I lean over and kiss him; I have never had anyone who has treated me so nicely before. It was strange to have someone who actually cares about you; yeah, sure, there is Tom but I don't think he does care. He just wants to care, even though he is incapable of it.
"Finally you're awake" he states with a small smile on his lips. This reminds me of that dream I had when I woke up next to Brandon, but this is actually real. Well, at least I hope this is real.
"Abby, I love you and you know that but we need to have a talk before we get any more serious" he begins and I motion for him to carry on.
"If you choose to stay with me there are things you need to understand. With me you can't have children; you can't have a family. The only things I can give you is my love and devotion, but if you choose to leave me so you can have that family that you've no doubt always wanted; I need you to do that now. If you don't do it now, but instead do it later on, it will just cause more pain for the both of us. Me more so" he tells me and I just smile at him.
What he doesn't understand is that I've thought about all that and even then the only conclusion I can come to is that I want him. No, I don't want him. I need him by my side. I have met and been with a lot of boys, but none of them compare to Brandon. I only wish that Brandon was my first everything. My first kiss was with some boy called Lewis when I was 8; my first love was Tom and my actual first, you know which one I'm on about, was with a boy called Nick when I was about 13, almost 14. My life has been so screwed up that I never thought I would be able to get it back on track, but Brandon has made that possible for me.
"Brandon, if I'm to be honest, I can't see myself with anyone else. Now I know what proper true love is like; I don't want to give it up. I'm willing to sacrifice the hopes of a family and children just so I can be with you" I admit and he brightens up before going dull again.
"You might be able to sacrifice them, but is it really worth it in the end? I'm going to live for eternity unless someone purposefully goes out to kill me, whereas you will die eventually. We can only last for so long; surely you're better off leaving now and finding someone you can grow old with" it sounded almost as if he was trying to get rid of me. Maybe he doesn't love me; maybe he only said that so he could get in my pants.
I quickly jump out of bed and into the bathroom just before the tears scrape down my face as realization finally makes it home. After a few moments I stop my crying and take a deep breath. I will not shed more tears over that selfish jerk; I'm a woman. It's time I woman up and take a stand. With that in mind I leave the bathroom just to be grabbed and held against a firm body. A body I recognise so easily after last night.
"Please don't run off again. You don't understand how much it scares me when you do – I can't lose you. Not now" Brandon whispers in my ear before releasing me and taking off down the stairs. I follow soon after feeling confused and rather dazzled by that little interlude. Was he trying to get a hidden message across to me? Or was he just talking to himself; maybe he just wanted to hold me one last time before he leaves me. Or I him.
When I get downstairs I grab Brandon's t-shirt from my backpack that I left down here; when I was thinking of leaving I wanted something to help me remember him. Like I told him last night; I love him. It hurt to turn away from him, but yesterday it felt more like he had turned away from me.
"Brandon?" I whisper as I walk into the kitchen and see him warming himself some blood. I automatically move my hands up to my neck to find no puncture marks there what so ever.
"I didn't drink from you last night, there's no need to worry" he assures me as the microwave dings and he takes out his blood before gulping it down and throwing the empty bottle into the garbage.
"Why didn't you?" I ask; I was truly puzzled over why he didn't.
From what I know and have heard around the place, is that Brandon always drinks from the woman he's taken with him to bed.
"Because I value you more than anything. I don't see you as my blood on the go; I see you as the beautiful woman you are. You deserve nothing but respect" and just like that all my anger from now and before was just…gone. Poof. Disappeared.
"You've missed a lot of school, you must be very far behind" he points out and I shrug.
"I'll be fine. It's not the first time I've gotten behind on my work but even then I still get good grades" I inform him and he chuckles as he walks over places a quick kiss on my nose before telling me he's off to get a shower and get changed. For the first time in my life I actually felt…blissful. But of course all that had to disintegrate when the doorbell goes.
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