The Perfect Mikaelson's

41|| Avery ❤️‍🔥

Avery

I thought when I left Klaus, I was free. I wouldn't care about the drama or how they're handling my departure. If I've realized anything the last 4 days, it's that I was wrong. So bloody wrong and it hurts. Klaus still finds a way to destroy any happiness I find, Rebekah hates me, Abbie is spiraling and I can't do anything about it.

I shouldn't care. Rebekah made it clear she didn't want me there and I'm pretty sure Abbie killed me a thousand different ways in her head before walking away like she didn't see me in Paris. The very people I thought would never hate me, do and I hate it. I hate that I hate it. I shouldn't care. I shouldn't care whether Rebekah is protecting Klaus' ass again. I shouldn't care if Abbie is finally facing the reality of the name Mikaelson.

But I do care. Rebekah doesn't know how to handle or manage them. It's always been me or Abbie. She's never had to stop Klaus from killing innocent people or stopping Elijah from killing Klaus. She's never dealt with Klaus and Abbie literally trying to kill each other. She's in over her head and she wouldn't listen to reason. She wouldn't listen to anything I had to say. She wanted me gone. She chose them over me.

Like Abbie chose them. The very person I fought so hard to protect. To protect her from the world, enemies and her own family. She's choosing them and it'll get her killed. They'll keep her in the bubble, the bubble I fought to bring her out of, easing her into the reality. They'll keep her in the dark for so long, she'll be a liability. Whatever they've gotten themselves into, Abbie won't know about it till it's too late. Till someone decides to expose their vulnerability, getting her killed.

"Hey Aves! Are you home?" I roll my eyes and wipe at my eyes before sitting up on the couch. Of course he would come over the second I'm back. Another reason I need to end this. Feeding into his delusion of this being anything more than hooking up. 500 years of love and loyalty, just to end up here? Utterly alone and broken? Fuck that. I'm not making that mistake again. Whether it's for 5 years or 700.. I'm not giving another man any more of myself.

"Why are you here Rafe?" I sigh, getting up from the couch. His lips are parted as his eyes track my movements into the kitchen. Shaking his head and following, he stands on the opposite side of the counter. "I came to check on you. I passed you earlier and you seemed upset." I grab the wine out the fridge and turn to look at him, pinning him with a glare. "I'm not yours to take care of. I made myself very clear in the beginning. No emotions, no titles, no commitment!" I say the last part slowly, needing him to understand I'm serious.

"You can't be serious?! We've spent all this time together and you expect me not to care about you?" I set the bottle down, placing both of my hands on the counter. He's crossing a line and pushing me when I really don't want to be pushed. If he were Kol, I'd shove my hand in his chest until he begged for mercy. "It's been a month, Rafe. It's hardly any time to get to know somebody." His jaw ticks and I'm so close to compelling him to just leave and forget about me. It might be my only choice.

"So you're telling me you're not upset? You weren't crying when I came in?" My straighten up, taking a page out of Abbie's book. He's wanting me to admit what he already knows and admit it would be a weakness he can exploit. "No." I grind out. "No?" He challenges. "You're such a horrible liar, Aves." He argues. "You were upset before you left. You come back and you're still upset. Talk to me. What's got you so upset, you don't want to talk about it? Is it your ex?" My spine stiffens and my mind begins to race.

How the bloody hell does he know about Klaus? I didn't tell him about Klaus or any of them. Even when he asked who Abbie was in Italy, I said she just looked like someone I knew. It wasn't a lie. The Abbie I saw in Italy wasn't the same person that became my family 700 years ago. Who would've even told him?! I have no ties to my past life here. No text, no calls.. nothing. He shouldn't even know I have an ex.