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Chapter 30

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BRANDON TATE

I take a deep breath after I tell him everything that has happened in the past few months.

He sighs but maintains a straight face.

"So Mr.Tate can you specify when did these uncharacteristic feelings or urges, if I may say, start exactly?" Dr.Reese asks after I tell him what I did. He was the first person who didn't cringe or look at me with disgust when I told him everything, but simply went on to the next question.

"I... don't know. I was protective about her from the very start, but I never wanted to hurt her... I guess it all started after my visit to Cape Town."

"Do you blame 'you being a vampire' for where you are now or do you think this is something deeply rooted in your system?"

I frown. "I don't follow."

"As you had mentioned in our previous conversation..." he looks down at his iPad "...your childhood has been a series of disappointments and so has most of your youth." he looks up "You never had a person you could completely rely on... since your parents weren't there with you most of your childhood."

I nodded, ignoring the hurt that spread in me.

He must've noticed because he immediately asked "Which part of that made you feel uncomfortable Mr.Tate?"

I went through whatever he said, in my mind, and sighed "Just that earlier, when I was still a kid, I uh... I used to... love my parents. I used to look upto them, but they... uh... never really cared about me." I chuckled dryly trying to stop the treacherous tears that threatened to fall.

Why the fück am I crying so much these days??!

He nodded while doodling some notes on his iPad. "You know it's okay to cry Mr.Tate. When was the last time you cried?"

That was easy.
"Last night. Just a few tears... when I was in the kitchen."

A flash of pity went through his mature features which he covered up skillfully. "And before that?"

"When I visited Honey in Sicily and before that when I was back home and realised she left me." I swallowed.

He nodded "Okay. And before that?"
I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I closed my mouth. When was the last time I cried?

I frowned. Hmm. I remember I felt relieved when I saw the graves of both my parents. I hadn't shed a drop of tear when they died.

I shrugged my shoulders "Maybe when I was a kid, and my parents refused something I wanted... I don't remember to be honest."

He pursed his lips "Is that so? Not even when your parents died?"

I shook my head "Nope. They could die again for all I care." I said carelessly.

He clicked his tongue "In the form you filled you wrote your parents died on the date of your birthday."

I nodded.

"Verbal answers please."

"Yes."

"Okay. Do you celebrate your birthday?"

I take a deep breath in. "No. I don't."
He nods. "You see why, don't you?"

"I have had birthday galas when I was a kid... but that just stopped when I was 10 or something... so yeah... I just don't have the habit of celebrating them." I say nonchalantly.