Forever Alone... Or Not

Chapter 18

POV: Micheal

"Get out...please." Nicco stared for a minute, searching my face for something. His eyes shone with...hopelessness. Blood seeped from the corners of his eyes. Vampires weep tears of blood? Vampire. He's a fucking vampire. What the fuck? As I questioned this unfathomable, this thing, this liar fucking kneeled and pouted. Like a disappointed child whose advance for candy was denied. "Get the fuck out!"

"Okay, Micheal. Are you sure?" He said my name like it would suddenly cure all the wrong. Set everything into place so we could live happily ever after. This bitch. I couldn't even look at him. His eyes always seemed to draw me in, now I know why. Vampire. Maybe all these feelings were planted in my mind by whatever powers this monster possessed. I wanted to scream at him. Hit him, injure him as his family did. He deserved to feel the pain, both mentally and physically, that I felt. If only I had the energy to hurt him as he hurt me. God, if I could actually hurt him.

My silence acted as an answer to his question I would not answer. To make him go away I would have to assure him. But, then I would be lying. He's a liar, I am not. I am not sure of anything at the moment. It feels as if the walls are spinning and my blood is boiling but the clock has stopped ticking. That kiss he bestowed to my forehead bruised my skin and everything beneath it. This mother fucker needed to leave. His presence alone is enough to give me a panic attack. I needed to be alone with my thoughts.

Another second went by, but it felt like a millennium. But, he finally stood up. Large hands planted on his thighs, superior to the knees, to boost himself up like an old man. He probably was. Vampires are immortal. He could seriously be hundreds, maybe thousands of years old. The heavy door latched close as he finally departed. Took him long enough.

The bathroom Nicco took me to was exceedingly lavish. The bathtub was made of marble with a faucet of gold. It was quite large. I know I'm small but damn, even with my legs out I could barely touch the other end. The counter snug in the corner of the room was occupied with two sinks with details that matched the tub. A black toilet with a gold lid and seat. The lights hung in a cascade far above my head. Each tiny glass bulb was shaped into a triangle and at each point, a string of gold would connect with another bulb. The bathroom was lavish and enchanting. From what I saw of the halls, the whole house was like this. A solid gold exterior to hide the cold anguish of its insides. Much like the monsters that haunted these halls.

God. What the hell did I do? Never once did I acknowledge God in such a way. But, with tragedy after every turn, there has to be some greater power that has decided to make my life a living hell. My mother and sister died in a car accident. On their way to pick me up nonetheless. Then, my father decides to become a drunk, an abuser, and a fucking rapist. Now, he's probably abusing some convict who dropped the soap. When I woke up from my medically induced coma I finally felt hope. Hope for a normal, pain-free life. No more broken ribs and black eyes. I could finally be happy. He made me happy and I loved him for it. I fucking loved him and this is what happens in return. I'm surprised Sariha hasn't burst into flames yet.

God, if you're real. You're a fucking bitch. So much bad has happened to me but I'm still fucking alive. Why did you keep me alive? Huh? Fucking prick. Wait, soulmates. People who are destined to be together. This asshole paired me with a fucking vampire. A blood-sucking hellion with a murderous family with psychotic tendencies. Maybe this is my end. God wanted me to suffer and I did. Now, I will die with a pair of fangs in my throat and a knife through my heart.

The blood that decorated my skin seeped into the warm water tainting its pellucidity. At least it made my injuries feel better. The warmth loosened my muscles and mended the bruises and breaks I've received. Those fuckers did a deal on my body. My lip and eyebrow sustained the splitting of flesh deep enough to leave prominent scars that will haunt me for the rest of my life. To complement my future scars, my nose was broken, again. It was to the same side as well. Soon, my whole fucking nose will be tilted to the right. Who doesn't find disfiguration attractive? At least my face was somewhat numb from adrenaline. That means forcing it straight will be a lot less painful. Hopefully, anyway.