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"That's what it feels like when you touch me. Like millions of tiny universes being born and then dying in the space between your finger and my skin. Sometimes I forget."
― Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You
Vree had left some time last night, or early in the morning. After showering, I paced around in my room, wearing the long skirt and tank top, the towel hanging from my shoulders as my hair air dried.
I felt anxious, but I presumed it was normal considering I'd been traded in by my government, and forced to live with aliens and make babies.
I had been stuttering around in my thoughts all morning.
Even though I told Vree I'd accept our circumstances, I completely let my emotions and fear get the best of me when I spoke passive aggressively to him the other day. Right after making up with him.
Way to go Naomi.
I felt guilty, but more so I was worried he was mad at me. I had gone to sleep quickly after being taken back to Vree's place, and I felt well rested, but I also must have skipped dinner.
A knock on the door of my room broke my train of thought, and I looked to the door, "Come in?" It sounded more like a question than a command.
Vree stepped in, clad in his all black getup, eye-patch, and unamused face.
The only different thing was he held a large cardboard box in both hands.
Is he kicking me out? "Pack up Naomi, and go breed with another male. I've had it with you and your mood swings."
I wrung my fingers together.
I spoke first, "I'm sorry. I said I wouldn't be immature about our situation and I let my feelings get the best of me and I acted out yesterday- I- I didn't mean to be so passive aggressive. It's just hard to normalize this whole thing about creating babies and then separating and I can't get my mind and my emotions to work together on this. And - I'm sorry. I'm rambling again. I just- sorry." I sighed, and sat down at the end of my bed.
He shifted his grip on the box a bit and stepped inside. His face was stony but something about his presence told me he was hesitant to speak.
He looked at me with his good eye, his voice a deep uncertain rumble, "I acknowledge the difficulty that comes with getting accustomed to what must do, and I do not blame you." He paused, shifting the box again, "I also see you have been sleeping a lot." He stated, then continued, "I am aware that when someone is emotionally unstable they sleep often or little."
His gaze flickered away from mine as if guilty, then back again, "I too, . . . apologize." He paused again as if apologizing was choking him, "Though I stated my dislike for our situation, I have been trusted with the responsibility to care for you, and I have not been doing that."
I looked up at him with hope.
"Additionally, It was not my intention to worry you yesterday." He finished.
I let out a big breath, and suddenly it felt easier to breathe. Like a knot in my chest was undone.
I gave him a small smile, "Okay."
That wasn't so hard. I stared at the ground and thought about his words. He's paying attention to me. He notices how I sleep and when I don't. And he feels guilty.
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Abducted | Book 1 | Vreekar
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