Love Sucks || Vampire Ashton Irwin AU.

38.

A/N

Okay last chapter wtf okay

Sorry it took me so long to write(I'm currently in Italy sooo) but enjoy this :)

I'll be writing posting something after this in a couple of days saying thank you and just yeah, talking about the book. Till then :)

Thank you.

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I hate crying. I hate the feeling of all of your sad emotions coming down to a couple of splashes of water. I always found that crying made me feel better - just letting it all out. Until one day when it became too much.

I say I hate it, but I don't actually know the feeling anymore. Not since I haven't cried for ten years.

When I was eight, a girl from my class was talking to me about how much she loved her parents, and then when she was done with her detailed description, she turned to me and asked about my Mum and Dad. I, of course, didn't know anything about them. And so that night I asked Uncle Theo.

He sat me down in the living room and told me a little about them. It got me emotional(plus, I was only eight) and I began thinking worse. For instance, was I not good enough for them? Did they hate me?

Tears followed these accusations and before I knew it, I was crying at every chance I got.

After a month(that felt more like a year) of sadness, I stood up and told myself that it wouldn't be happening anymore. I've stayed like that since then. If I felt upset, I'd bottle it up.

The bottle wasn't that big though, and it had to break at some point. I was just hoping I had a little time left.

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"Darling," my Mum smiles, appearing wildly into my room. Why did I open the window?

"I'm trying to get changed," I tell her, my voice neutral.

"That's nice, honey," she sits down at Alexis' desk and picks up the magazine that the girl left there. Esme begins skimming through it, clicking her tongue occasionally.

I zone her out of my mind and get changed into a pair of grey denim shorts with a white vest top tucked into it and a red flannel shirt over that. I put on my blue sandals and brush my hair to the side.

"Where's D. . Damon?" I ask, making my bed - I felt like I should after Alexis is usually the one tidying up behind me.

"He's in the car," she explains, throwing the magazine back to where it was and beginning to stare at her long, painted nails. "We raced here. Him in the car, me running. Obviously I won," she chuckles humorously. I don't even stifle a smile. Esme rolls her eyes at my lack in communication and asks, "have you packed?"

"Mostly," I shrug carelessly. "When are we leaving?"

"In half an hour-ish," she says, and then casually looks over towards the window, narrowing her eyes at it. "Your father's here."

A second later, Damon is bolting through the window in a blur and standing beside Esme. "Hello, daughter."

"My name's Evelyn," I say rudely. They clearly decide against doing the whole 'don't speak to your father like that' thing.

"Let's meet your friends," Esme exclaims excitedly.

And fifteen minutes later I have my friends all lined up outside university where Damon's car is, ready to meet my parents and say goodbye to me.