Omega and the beast

Chapter 21

The whole day from when Reed kissed me in the library was as if I was walking on clouds. I felt lighter and my anxiety slowly subsided together with my tears.

The quarrel took hard on me, and I was still a bit confused because of Mr. Dracula sassy twat and his odd behaviour. But that he likes me cannot be denied. And the feelings he has for me he declared are meant to be. We have to sort things out eventually, but right now I just wished to stay in this dizzy bubble.

"...Mom and Dad couldn't have children of their own but love kids. You know how they are teachers; they love to be around those little vermin. Anyway, they chose to adopt. Vendela was two years old when they got her. Her mother died of cancer, and she had no other relative. Chad was one year old and his parents... I think they were old when they got him and voluntarily gave him away after a year of trying to cope with the parenting and bad health. I dunno.

Becca was five years old, and she has had the worst beginning of life. Her mom was a drug addict and her dad abused both the mom and Becca. Mom and dad had to work hard in the beginning with her, but maybe that's why she does what she does today? She's actually nice though. She has just been thru some pretty bad shit."

"What about you?"

We had been sitting in the library. Reed wanted to know more about my life and upbringing and asked a lot of questions. But I didn't mind. I was tired and loved to sit there on the couch, or rather half-lying, in his arms with my back to his chest while he caressed my stomach and hair.

It had been cosy, sweet. It eased all my bad feelings and the itching, the tingling. I was sure it came from my affection for him, but I don't know how.

It was cloudy outside the windows and soon it had started to rain. Mr. Sparkles came and lay at our feet and his purring made me almost tired. But even though my sadness exhausted me, I felt so joyful. Reed and I felt the same, but both had a hard time expressing ourselves and deal with it.

"I was the youngest when they got me. No one knows anything about my parents. I was found in a wicker basket in a ditch. It was a truck driver who found me. My mother, or whoever it was, had put me there, bedded in old sheep's wool and just left me by the side of the road. Can you believe it?! Like fucking Moses! I was lying in a fucking basket with a lid as protection. It was just pure luck the truck driver thought he found a treasure or something. I guess the surprise was quite big!"

I had babbled on about the truck driver and his treasure hunt until Reed called back my attention to the story.

"Oh, sorry! He called the police, and I was taken into custody. They looked for my parents for a long time, but no one was looking for me and then Mom and Dad adopted me."

"Do you know where you were found?"

I explained to Reed how I was found in southwest of Washington. I joked about how I might have come from Forks and was a vampire like the Cullen's in Twilight, given how pale I was and with unique eyes.

"You may be a vampire too!" I had giggled while rubbing my cheek against his shoulder. "Though you're too warm."

"So, they didn't find your family?"

"No. But it doesn't matter."

"Do you know where in Washington more than southwest?"

"No and I actually don't care. If they threw me away, they didn't want me so why should I look for them? We still have the basket I came in though..."

"I'm sorry, your start in life sounds awful."

"I would rather sleep in a basket in a ditch than be abused by my father, like Becca was."