BiteBound *completed*

Chapter 12

I spent the majority of my nights overloading myself with never ending requests for work. Because of the explosive trend on social media of BDSM and Monster Romance, I've been getting emails from all kinds of writers who needed cover designs for their books.

Needless to say, it's kept me focused; and the amount of stress that's kept me mentally tired drowned the sadness at least to a medium level.

I'll admit that the healthy amount of overtime wasn't good for my mind, but it got rid of the instinctive itch to reach for my phone when I was bored. At some points, I had to fight hard to keep my hand from responding to Arthur's text messages.

From the notifications on my laptop, I could see past messages still reminding me to text him back.

Five good evenings, three how are you's, and one will you at least let me know if you're alive?

As of today, I did let him know. I sent him a GIF of a sad anime girl drowning in homework.

"I see.", was all I got in return.

Whatever. I ignored the aching stab in my heart. I don't need to deal with this. I need to work.

And as much as it was bearable to ignore the emotions during the day, at night was a different story.

Misery would take me in it's arms and squeeze me tight until it was hard to breathe. The feeling wasn't new to me, but it's been a long time since I felt like this.

If I was overtaken by tears, the dreams reminded me of the night of the feeding, showing me why I was grieving. Even the reliefs that battled the sexual frustration in me, it hardly did a thing anymore. Compared to the euphoric... subspace feeling Arthur could do, it was just not the same.

I kept telling myself that it would pass and that this attachment would just die out, but the agonizing question was when? When will it end?

I could... I could still hear him trying to reason with me when we were in his office; and I feel so foolish for storming out of his office like some brat that couldn't take no for an answer.

"Please Rosalie, I really need you to listen to me—"

"Bonnie, that's not it. You don't understand—."

"My life isn't easy and I don't want you part of it. "

I should've listened to him, I should've asked about the dangers and what would've happened. Because the following night after our long break, I didn't know death was coming for me again.

On the night of a golden moon, I was trying my hardest to sleep around three in the morning.

The overload of work made it very difficult to want to sleep comfortably, leaving me restless with thoughts of what needed to be done.

I'm aware that it's my fault for taking on so much work, but it was better than think about Arthur for hours on end. What he was doing, how he was feeling, what he did in his spare time.

Usually, overworking my mind would have me out the second my head hit the pillow, this time it took me a lot longer. Who knew why it did.

Just when I felt my eyes finally shut to a peaceful rest, suddenly, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't even open my eyes or lift the pressing weight of darkness over my face!

I reached out frantically for anything in the darkness, my muffled screams pleading for help when my hand came across the edge my nightstand.

I'm awake?! but— What's happening to me?!

"Meeerooww!!""

"Ah!" A feminine voice shouts. "Get off me!"

The weight was finally lifted. I was able to push the pillow of my face, reaching out for the bottle of sparking water when my cat went flying towards my closet. I swung the blue bottle towards a masked head, shattering into a thousand pieces as she cries out in pain.

My headed felt like it weighted so much, the black spots within my vision could barely keep up with her shadow as she seeped through the screen my window.

Everything then became so fast.

Happy let out a loud battle cry as he followed after her, breaking through the screen with his weight.

"Happy No!" I panic.

The head rush had me lose my equilibrium.

I thought had reached for the edge of my nightstand but somehow missed it by an inch or two. One second I felt myself falling and the next, I was waking up with my face planted on the dusty floor.

The light in my room glowed from the burning sunset, alerting me it was the next day.

It had been almost fifteen fucking hours and Happy was missing.