Master of Vampirism (Part #2) ✔️

Chapter 16: Guilty drinker

I could barely open my eyes the next morning. Embarrassment flooded me from the moment I became aware of myself. Memories of last night crashed into me.

"Fuck my life."

"Oh, good, you're awake." Sheila walked out of the bathroom, a very pissed off look on her face and her hands crossed on her chest.

"Why are you mad at me?" I grunted, pulling the covers off. I had my bunny onesie on, but its purpose of making me seem more innocent got lost in translation.

What the fuck have I done?

Sheila dropped on her own bed and stared me down, "Do you have any idea what I saw last night? Do you have any idea what it looked like?"

My phone was next to my pillow, "Are you seriously going to add on my shame?"

"I found you," Sheila took in a deep breath, "straddling him half-naked with blood dripping down your chin. Whose blood was that, Chloe?"

I glanced at the ceiling, trying to put the pieces together, "That blonde chick's? Ian's? Mine? I don't know, it's all a blur."

"Gosh, Chloe." Sheila sighed. "I can't deal with this."

"Nothing happened." I mumbled. "Well, unless blood sharing is a type of sexual-"

Sheila cut me off with a mere pointed gaze.

"Oh."

"Yeah," she nodded, her eyes wide, "it would have been better if you had sex with him, honestly."

I plopped back on my pillow, my head almost hitting the phone.

"Fuck. Of course it was sexual." My head spun from all the memories. "How do I face him? How do I face anyone?"

"Like a person who deals with consequences of her own fucking actions." Sheila emphasized her point with a lifted finger.

I checked my phone. Three missed calls from Caiden. Explaining this was going to take a long, strained conversation. A text message from Ian.

We need to talk. Come to Will's study when you wake up. My heart dropped to my gut.

And finally, something completely unexpected, a message from my mom.

Chloe, happy birthday. I am so sorry for not calling you yesterday, I didn't want to ruin your day. Please, call me as soon as you can. It's your dad.

I didn't even register my fingers as they found her name in my contacts. Sheila seemed to notice something was off, because her expression shifted from angry to concerned. My quietly thudding heart tried not to panic. The phone rang in my ear.

"Chloe?" My mom answered.

Sheer emotion flooded me. Tears gathered in my eyes and I wasn't able to stop them once they poured down my cheeks. Sheila simply stared at me, worry shading her previous anger.

"What's going on?" I kept my voice calm, but she could probably feel the tremor.

"Your dad had a heart attack," my mom said and another set of tears spilled from my eyes, "he's alright, but he's in a hospital. They are going to build in a stent."

"He's alright?" Relief resonated through my words.

"Yes, as alright as he can be." My mother's voice lowered. "Listen, Chloe, I know you aren't really talking to your dad, or to me, for that matter. But it would be nice if you found a few days to visit him when he's back home."

I nodded hastily even though she couldn't see me, "Yes, I will. I promise."

"Good." I could hear the relief in my mom's voice. "I hope you had fun on your birthday. Has the present arrived?"