The Unfortunate Truth

Going Home - 19

"Morning," I smile as I walk downstairs. I must look tired, but honestly, I don't care. I've been up since 3 am crying. Again.

I've been apart from Brody for four days, four days and he hasn't tried to contact me. I've cried myself to sleep almost every single night. Actually, I think I have every night.

"Hey Dani," Konan smiles softly, though I could tell it was one full of sympathy. "How did you sleep?"

I shrug, "I slept fine. I guess."

He nods a little, and goes back to cooking breakfast. It smells absolutely delicious. As per usual when Konan is cooking. He was always the one that cooked for me as I grew up, Roman being another person when mother couldn't. So I was used to his cooking.

"Where's grandma and grandpa?" I whisper and rub the top of my head.

"Right behind you, cardino mia."

I turn around in my chair at the island to see her and grandpa walking down from the stairs. I give her a soft smile and she quickly opens her arms to me. To which I obviously respond and rush over to her.

She wraps me in her arms, hugging me tightly. "Oh, my sweet child. Everything is going to be okay."

The two of them plus my brothers have been trying to make me happier and feel better the past couple of days that I've been cooped up in the house. Grandpa isn't the mushy and coddle type of person. But I know that he loves me and that he cares.

The whole time he's been trying to get me to eat he's made all of my favorite meals. That's sort of how he shows his love. Plus a hug and a kiss once in a while. Though it's nothing compared to grandma and my brothers.

"I wish I could believe that, abuela," I whisper sadly. I try my best to stop myself from crying and thankfully I do. But that doesn't stop them from appearing in my eyes. "He's really mad at me. I betrayed his trust. I deserve this. I deserve this for being who I am."

"Shh," grandma whispers and pulls away from my hug. She gives me a sad smile and gently moves her fingers across my cheek. "You don't deserve any of this, my dear. It is not your fault that you are who you are. And if he doesn't agree with that, then that's his loss."

"I broke his trust, grandma," I whimper. "I should have told him because he's my mate."

"You just needed some time," my grandpa speaks up.

I turn to my right, where he was standing next to my grandma. "That is not your fault, dear. This was a big thing that you had to tell him and you didn't even get to the important bit. Give him a bit of time to come around. You'll see."

"I hope so," I weakly smile at him.

I love my grandparents' optimism, but I just didn't believe it that much. How could I after everything that he said to me? After everything he said that mimicked what father said. That I'm basically a monster and at fault for all of this.

Who I am is a problem. And I just need to be away from the ones that I love.

"We know so," grandma whispers and light pats my cheek. "Your grandfather and I are going into town to get some groceries. Would you like anything? Anything at all. Our treat."

"Some chocolate ice cream?" I smile sadly. "Maybe some chocolate chip cookies?"

"Done," grandma says softly. "I'll make some lasagna for dinner too."

"You're the best," I whisper to her.

She smiles softly and leans up to plant a soft kiss on my forehead. "Te amo, nieta."

"Te amo mas," I smile softly.

She sends me one last smile before she pulls away and starts the trek over to the door. Grandpa stays by me and repeats what my grandmother did, planting a kiss on my forehead and saying that he loved me before taking off after her to the car.

I huff a little bit and sit at the island, gently laying my head on the counter of it. This was all making my head hurt. All of the crying, the overthinking, the sorrow that I felt. It was all bringing me down. And I hated feeling this way.

I was always so excited to find out if I even had a mate out there. To be happy with him and love him and have a family with him and have him love me for me.

Now here I am, upset and heart broken. Which I never thought would even happen. Well, I did a little bit. I just hoped that it never would. But then again, here I am right now. Sort of wishing that all of this was just a dream.