Prime (Book 1 of the Godling Trilogy)

11- Destiny Sucks

I've never been very good at processing things; information, emotions, life changing declarations, etc. That sort of thing usually just makes me freeze for a few minutes then curl into a ball and cry. Except I'd had so many of those moments this week, and no time to cry so it all built up like a dam of 'I'm so confused that I might puke' emotions. When that dam broke I passed out, and it wasn't my normal faint which lasts about five minutes then I get up stumble around a little and question reality. That's Level 1 on a scale of one to nervous breakdown. At this point I was at Level 5 and when I woke up back in my hotel room, almost exactly twelve hours later, I woke up in an unpleasant way: screaming.

Before I had finished shrieking a heard a splintering crack from my right and I looked to see Bash in my doorway, having rammed through it. He rushed to me, and I wrapped my arms around him. I was crying for some reason, that gross ugly cry where your body seems like it's trying to drain itself of every liquid, as if that would purge the stress. I don't know why I was so shaken. It was like the climax after three days. First I was attacked by monsters, then I learned I'm less human that every person I've ever met except one; who just so happened to be my father, and now I have to save the world. Or at least I'm expected to play the hero, to save the world that was just so recently redefined for me.

Bash seemed to understand this; he stayed quiet, simply holding me in his arms. I felt him cradling my back with his hands, he felt stronger than me. Not physically, necessarily, but he'd survived through so much more. He knew what it was like to feel pain and panic.

We didn't talk at all, but we both seemed to know that we would be there for each other for this sort of thing. It didn't take words for us to communicate this feeling; my sobs portrayed it well enough. After a while, I untangled myself from him and flopped back onto the bed, he lie down next to me, a good two feet away, but just close enough that I could feel like I wasn't isolated.

This brought me peace, knowing he wasn't there to touch me unless I wanted it, nor was he there to talk unless I wanted to; he was there just to be there for me. I didn't want him to leave. When, I woke in the morning, he hadn't.

He was sprawled next to me, his hair messy and a small trickle of drool coming from the left side of his mouth. It was adorable in a gross way, I was sure I looked much worse last night.

I got out of bed, putting on a hoodie and redoing my hair before calling room service and ordering us some waffles. If there was anything that could improve my mood now, it was waffles.

As sunlight began to travel across the floor and up the furniture, Bash stirred and woke. He grinned at me, "Mornin," he rubbed his yes and sat up.

I rolled my eyes at him slightly, he looked so happy to be here, like he was pleased with himself and his ability to sleep next to average looking girls, "Get up," I replied.

"I am, I am, calm down," he said, grogginess still evident in his voice.

He readjusted his shirt and then watched me as I crossed my arms and tapped my foot, as if I was waiting impatiently for him to leave. I didn't really want him to go, but I didn't have an excuse for him to stay here either. Plus, the longer he was here the more time I had to do something stupid in his presence.

Before he could say something snarky, there was knock at the door. Sitting just outside of the doorway was a golden tray with the two orders of waffles I had requested along with an envelope. Bash picks up the tray and sets it on the bed, I sit down next to it, taking a small bite of waffle before picking up the envelope which has my name written in gold on the back.

It scanned it and was suddenly overwhelmed with the reminder of my father's words yesterday, seems like I couldn't catch a break for more than three minutes.