The Gamma's Daughter

Chapter Sixty Two

Mercy

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I take a hit of my blunt after a long drawn out silence. Shock still coursed my body and a part of me wondered if I was hallucinating. Was this real and if so why after all this time?

It angered me that I wanted to run into his arms and plead for his forgiveness. It took me weeks to realize that what I did was no worse then when he almost killed me.

I wanted to be alone and of course now that I have given him what he wanted he seeks me out. How is it fair that I can only see him and talk to him on his terms? That the future of our relationship is up to him and him only? It wasn't fair..

"You wasted your time coming here. You should go now before the six am traffic begins."

I walked past him and straight into the bathroom where I slammed the door shut. After putting my blunt out, I turned the water in the shower on the highest heat it would go. I need to sober up now. I had fun while it lasted, but if he isn't gone by the time I step out of this bathroom, I already know I need to have a clear head for the conversation to come.

The hot water beat down on my back as I listened for the door. I never once heard it open or close while washing my hair and body. I sat down on the floor placing my back against the cold tiles. My head fell back as the dizziness hit me again. It wasn't the alcohol that I was worried about at this point. I was already practically sober the moment I set foot in the shower.

Curse Vampires and their fast metabolisms.

It was the weed that was still effecting me. It was strong and didn't want to leave my system anytime soon. I love smoking, but I don't like how it gives me vertigo sometimes. Maybe that's my body's way of telling me I had too much.

I sighed as the dizziness faded and stood turning the now cool water off. The towel I needed rested on the towel warmer which I wished I could put in my bag and take home with me. I loved this thing.

I thanked the designers of the hotel I had taken up in due to the fact that the little closet was located in the bathroom. Somehow it makes more sense to have a closet in the bathroom than in a bedroom. It's more convenient and you have way more wall space which is always a bonus. Who doesn't like to have beautiful art work and cute decorations adorning their room?

After throwing on a tank top and a pair on spandex I walked to the bathroom door quietly listening for any movement or his heart beat. The moment I heard him plop down on the couch I rolled my eyes. I don't want him here! I just want to be left alone. Why is that so hard for everyone to understand?

I opened the bathroom door scoffing while looking to him. He went to speak, but I held my hand up silencing him so that I could beat him to it.

"Look, I don't know why you're here or what you want, but I don't want to hear it. If I did I would be back at the Coven chasing you around seeking any sort of attention from you, but I'm not. I am here and you should be there. I came here for a reason. To get away from everything and finally spend time on myself. I think I deserve to take the time to come to terms with how my life has unfolded the years after I turned sixteen so please, leave."

I turned on the lamp by my bed, shut the lights off to my room, then tucked myself into bed with my back towards him. I wanted nothing more to invite him to come lay with me. To hold me and remind me how much he loves me. But.. if I did that I would be telling him that everything he has done while I have helped him was forgotten.

Yes, in my eyes it wasn't him, but he had to have known a little bit that it was me. He said hurtful things to me. Used me and my body for his own selfish needs, then tossed me away like a whore. He.. ugh. It's no use. Talking about all the things he has done or the things I have done would be no use. It's like beating a dead horse.