There was a knock on my door and I hastily wiped the tears off of my face. I got up and opened the door.
"Oh. It's just you. Great." I barely whispered.
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. I went back over to my bed and plopped back down on it. I threw the covers over my head.
"Go away." I mumbled.
"Zoey—" I cut him off. I didn't want to hear it. I didn't want to see him or think about him.
"Go. Away." I said. I mentally groaned. I sounded horrible. I sounded like a freakin' zombie or something.
Dead. I sounded dead.
"No." He said. I heard the door shut and I sighed. I threw the covers off of my head and rested my hard, or somewhat hard, gaze on him as he sat down on Stevie Rae's old bed.
"What do you want?" I asked slowly.
"I'm... sorry." He said, unsure. I groaned, rolled over, and threw the covers back over my head, letting the tears continue to stream down my face.
Everyone hated me. All because of one stupid mistake. One stupid, horrible, heartbreaking mistake.
"Not forgiven. Go away." I droned. Goddess. I sounded worse than a freakin science teacher.
"I'm not going away, Zoey." He said. "You've been in here for over three days. Neferet..." He trailed off. I'm sure he could feel what I was feeling when he said her name. The pure hatred, the fury. I shot out of my bed and was on my feet in front of him. I swear I had never moved so fast in my life.
"You will not mention her name." I snarled. "Now, if you're talking about murdering the bitch, then that's fine. But other than that, she remains nonexistent." I went back to my bed and curled up in a ball, just like I had been for almost four days/nights now.
"Zoey..." He sighed. "I know what you saw, and I'm so sorry."
"I. Don't. Care." I said. I just wanted to curl up in a ball, check, and die. Unfortunately, it wasn't going too well.
"You don't care that if you don't leave this room you will die?" He demanded. "You haven't done anything for the past four days. You haven't eaten or been around any vampyres or fledglings... you haven't had any blood." I laughed bitterly.
"Do you know why I haven't been around any fledglings or vampyres?" I demanded, my voice harsh. "Because they all hate me." He winced and nodded.
"But you still need to eat and you still need blood." He said calmly.
"I'd just love to suck Queen Bitch dry." I mumbled to myself.
"I heard that." He stated. I scowled at him.
"You think I care?" He sighed in annoyance. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"If I annoy you enough, will you leave?" I asked.
"I can't. Neferet sent me to you..." He cringed slightly at his wording.
"No shit?" I asked sarcastically. "She sent you to me? Glad you're here to enlighten me. Don't know what the fuck I'd do without you." I sat up, the blankets still wrapped around me.
"There is no way in hell that I am going out there. I know Neferet. She has most likely told the whole Tulsa area about what happened between you and me. And even if she hasn't gotten around to that yet, my friends will never keep that a secret, now would they?" My voice was cold as ice by the end. He looked away and I nodded.
"Yeah. So... I'm gonna take a shower... and then I'm going to lay back down until I rot or reject the Change. Whichever comes first." I got my clothes and went into the bathroom. I stuck my head out and smiled sweetly, a smile that lasted only a second.
