Forbidden (BDSM Novel)

Chapter27: Turning Tables

3 days after. (4:30 pm)

"Really? Oh my lord! Where did you get that story?" Dad was still laughing after Hunter told him the incident that night where I was scared shitless.

"Dad! You told me that story!"

"I did- oh." His voice changed "I was just messing around with you, kiddo."

"Ugh." I groaned

He laughed more "where's Hunt?"

"Watching downstairs, where's mom?"

"She's not here." Dads voice was stern and hard. I drowned in confusion. I know that tone, when they're fighting and none of them were talking to one another

"Dad, everything ok?"

"Perfect." His voice said otherwise

"I mean, you can-"

"Shut it, Alex. She's not here."

I gulped "okay."

"How's everything?"

"Fine." Well, of course I lied

"Good."

"I tried calling mom yesterday, she's not answering, everything ok?"

"Perfect." He said again.

"Oookay, I just miss you guys."

"I need to go. I'll be in touch. Bye." My fathers voice was cold, colder than ice. He rarely be like this. Something must be wrong.

With a sigh, I locked my phone then continue to find clothes since I just got out of the shower when dad called

I wore my denim shorts and a maroon shirt. Since I'll just be hanging around here. On other news I felt better. I'm still shivering at night but I don't have any fever anymore. Me and Hunter are okay, I mean.. We haven't done it. Yet. Only because I'm still utterly mad at that douche.

I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling. I hate that he forgot my birthday. I hate that he left me. I hate that he somehow ruined my trust. I... I hate not hating him enough.

I feel so tired. Tired of thinking that everything will be better one way or another. Tired of expecting and being disappointed. Tired of my own mind kept yelling at me. I'm just.. Tired.

I hugged my human-sized bear and burry my face into it. Clearing my mind whilst snuggling; I felt solitude reigned over my soul. Ironically I hate being alone.

Hunters in my mind, lately. I hate how he corrupted my mind and my skin craved his heated flesh. He was poison and somehow I am immune. I don't want poisons. They're bad for health, mind and body.

He was a poison to my soul.

And he is also my remedy.

How'd that happen? How can something - someone, be a cure and a toxic at the same time? That idea was absurd.

He can't just come back and tell me to trust him -although I do- but still, he's wrong on so many levels. He can't just expect me to believe him.

Well duh, Einstein that's why he said he's making it up for you!

Shut up, no one asked you!

No, you shut up!

See, I'm loosing my mind. I'm talking and I'm arguing with myself. Oh my goodness.

A knock startled me.

"Hey, princess." Hunter peeked

"Oh, um, hey."