• A tale of love, pain and hope •
Mikaela Lockwood is the younger sister of Tyler Lockwood, and a recently-turned Hybrid. After being turned by Klaus, she becomes sired to him, and kills dozens of people. Her family send her to the 1994 Prison World...
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Waking up the next morning, it took only seconds for the memory of what happened between Kai and I to come flooding back.
How amazing it had felt, and how I had somehow still found a way to ruin it.
It was for the best, I kept telling myself. It may hurt now but in the long-run it'll save the heartache.
I hoped with every fibre in my being that the awkwardness would not linger in the atmosphere today. I hoped we'd be able to sweep it under the carpet and move on without any further embarrassment.
So when I got out of bed to check on Kai in his room, I couldn't help but panic when I found it empty. Had I managed to push him away yet again?
Rushing downstairs, I let out a sigh of relief when I found him in the kitchen, slaving over the hot stove like he did most days.
"Morning, Sunshine," he greeted me with a smile when I entered the room. "I was starting to think you were going to sleep all day."
I forced a laugh. "I have forever to sleep," I replied. Sniffing the air, a grin spread across my face as my mouth watered. "That smells good."
Kai chuckled as he wiped his hands with a dish towel. "I've been counting eclipses since I've been imprisoned on this empty planet, and according to my running tally, I've been here for 6771 supernaturally repeating days," he began. "So in the real world - which we'll probably never get back to because your witch-bitch best friend hid the ascendant - today's my favourite day of the year."
I arched a brow, folding my arms across my chest. "And what day is that?"
"Thanksgiving," he replied with a smile. "I'm cooking you dinner."
Breath catching in my throat, my heart felt like it had been ripped out of my chest.
Thanksgiving.
Already? Had I really been here that long?
Suddenly any qualms I had about me and Kai were diminished. They seemed miniscule in comparison. Today was Thanksgiving and I just knew that my family and friends would be having a grand dinner and a massive celebration like they did every year. The only difference this year was that they were short a member at the table.
Me.
Did they even care? Would they even notice? Were they thankful that I wasn't there?
"So I went to the grocery store earlier," Kai continued, oblivious to the mental breakdown that I was experiencing, "and got us the essentials. A turkey. Vegetables. All the trimmings." He flashed me a smug grin. "I'll even make the gravy from scratch."
"Does it not bother you?" I blurted out. "Being stuck here whilst everyone else back home is celebrating?"
Kai shrugged, face turning slightly dark. "I've had years to get over it," he replied easily. "And it's not like I was ever really included in the celebrations before I got sent here."
