Home Sweet Home (Alastor X OC love story)

Chapter 6 A Painful Past

Trigger warning: Verbal and Physical abuse and attempted murder.

***Faith POV***

Ow, my head. I cried so much yesterday I gave myself a headache. I slowly sit up. I look out the window. The sun is barely up. I was about to look at the clock to see what time it was when I hear the door open.

I look to see Alastor with a wet washcloth in his hand. He looks at me and seems a bit shock that I was awake. In an instant he was right next to me.

"How are you feeling dear?" He asks as he gently tilts my head up.

"I cried so much I gave myself a headache, so not good." I say honestly as he places the cool washcloth against my forehead.

The cold was a bit of a shock for like half a second, suddenly melt into relief. I didn't realize I was burning up. I sigh in relief after the washcloth was placed on my forehead.

"Not to worry dear. I can help with that." He says before removing the washcloth.

In it's place he put his hand on my forehead. Moments later the pounding headache eased up before the pain was completely gone. He removes his hand.

"Feel better darling?"

"Yea. I do. Thanks. Hey, wait a minute. If you could do that this entire time, why did you lick the cut on my cheek yesterday?" I ask very slightly annoyed.

"Because darling the cut on your cheek was small enough that using energy to heal you would have been a waste of energy. It was easier to use my saliva for that. Headaches need energy to be healed. Plus I was curious to see your reaction." He says with a small chuckle at that last part.

I didn't say anything. I wasn't sure what I wanted to say to that.

"I do want to apologize dear. I didn't mean to make you cry yesterday. The point that I was trying to make was that even if I am there, I don't want you to just throw yourself into dangerous situations like that." He says in a serious tone.

"I know I'm sorry for overreacting that way. I don't know what came over me." I say slightly embarrassed at my breakdown yesterday.

Thinking about it now, I probably broke down like that because I haven't had time to grieve over Anna. It still hasn't been that long since she died. Maybe the grief and sadness got the better of me for a while.

"Dear, you said yesterday you didn't want to lose anyone else. What did you mean by that?" He asks with slight curiosity in his voice.

"Oh. That. That's a long story. Are you sure you want to hear it?" I ask.

He takes a moment to think before nodding.

"Ok well, story time, I guess. Well to start I need to tell you a small bit about my birth mother and her image of her perfect life. Her idea of her perfect life was to be married to the man she loves and have two kids. One girl and one boy. Well, before I was born she so far had what she wanted. She was married to my dad and she had her girl, my sister Annaleese. But to her the day I was born I ruined everything."

"I mean I had no control over what happened, but she certainly treated me like I did. Not many people know this, but I actually had a twin brother when I was born. Unfortunately, he passed away not long after he was born. Or at least that's what my dad told me years ago. Apparently, the day we were born he died because his lung or heart were underdeveloped."

"She would blame me for that and neglect me when she could after about the age of 2. Then she had the idea to try and raise me as a boy when I turned 8. Around the age of 12 I told her I didn't want to act like a boy anymore. She didn't like that. But when I expressed to my father about being more feminine she took that as a personal insult."