Jamaica

Chapter Twenty-one

"You're lying." Master chuckled at my fake cough. I exhaled and looked down again as a thick cloud of silence stifled us.
"Give me a second chance, Jamaica. I need to change... for my father's sake at least. I know its what he's always wanted." He held my hand in his on his knee as I looked up to see his face. His eyes had lost their light once again. "I think I'll find it easier this time around because I'm getting used to you."
"I don't even know exactly how to do that..." I mumbled, unsure.
"My father's never been wrong about anyone... You'll figure it out." He squeezed my hand.
"And the throne?" I questioned.
"Of course, I want it. I want it more than anything." He sighed. "But I need to honor my father and if that means being nice to humans then I'm down... I'm just so damn scared, what if -" he stopped himself. Ahh, so the mighty vampire Prince knows fear? I almost laughed in disbelief for a moment.
"What if what...?" I whispered.
"What if I lose him... Then what? I remain alone???"
"I thought you liked being alone." I mumbled. Master blankly stared at me before speaking.
"It turns out I don't."
"You've never been alone, have you? Never not had someone to help you out or someone for you to bully..." I questioned, realisation dawning upon me. "I'm right, aren't I?"
"No shit, Sherlock." Master huffed.
"You have a brother, at least." I cheerfully suggested, nudging him with my elbow (despite my sore muscles) and then feeling awkward about it after doing it.
"Can't stand him."
I sighed inwardly and then looked at our intertwined fingers.
"I guess you really just have me then." I smiled slightly after another moment of silence. The mere thought of having someone depend on me was thrilling. I would be needed... And for some reason it didn't matter that my vampire master would be the one I'd have to be there for. Why can't I just feel one way about this situation!? My own emotions kept on doing one eighties on me.
"Can't stand you much either." Master sighed.
"But you're holding my hand." I smirked inwardly as I wriggled our intertwined fingers. Why did they have to fit so perfectly together? So many differences between us but in that moment, my skin against his was all I could think about. My face began to heat up so I slowly untangled our fingers.
"It happened in the heat of the moment..." Master replied, distracted as I let go. "How are you feeling?" He asked, changing the subject.
"Better..." I mumbled, stretching my aching arms out in front of me and yawning.
"You need more rest..."
"In a bit."
"That's fine too, I guess. I'll go take a shower, I won't be long." He assured me as he stood up.
"Master, I meant I want to sleep here alone." I exhaled, suddenly extremely exhausted. "Didn't you just say you 'can't stand' me...?" I continued.
"I have to be nice..." he air quoted "be nice" as if it were a notion that simply couldn't exist.
"Sharing a bed with me is being nice?"
"You need someone near you in case your condition worsens..." Master insisted.
"But you slept here last night already. No more, its complicating things."
"And yet you didn't stop me." He smirked as if there was a point to anything he was going on about.
"That doesn't matter now because I don't want to be... romantic with you so me letting you sleep here last night was a mistake that cannot be repeated." I said with my chin in the air as I challenged the unchallenged vampire Prince. He laughed a fake, humourless laugh.
"First of all..." He said, raising his index finger in front of me. "I hate romance." He held onto my chin so I wouldn't be able to look away from him, moved so close our noses almost touched and softened his tone so that it was just above a whisper. "Secondly, you can't 'let me' do anything because I own you."
"You're a very difficult person to like." I huffed, struggling to maintain eye contact.
"I know, babe..." Butterflies swarmed my stomach because he called me babe.
"Don't call me that." I complained despite the warm, fuzzy feeling in my chest.
"Just let it slide, Jamaica... No need to be a bitch about it." He sighed as he turned to leave. "I'm coming back in a few minutes, go shower." Master told me as he shut the door. I huffed again as I collapsed onto the mattress. Unfortunately, my passive aggression got me nowhere because searing pain rattled through my skull as soon as my head landed on the mattress. I had completely forgotten about my ailments in the midst of all that 'I own you' drama. I groaned in pain as I turned to lay on my tummy and fell asleep instantly.
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When I woke up, master was hovering over me. Staring. Studying me more like; his lips were slightly parted as his eyes shamelessly took in my facial features. I studied him back; his electric blue eyes, his kissable plump lips, his dark brown almost black hair (I want to pull it), how much shorter he'd cut it recently, his semi straight - semi crooked nose, the small scar on his forehead, the dark stubble on his strong jaw...
"Morning..." Master greeted cheerfully.
"Hi... Ummm-morning, master." I choked out. Master smiled and then leaned down to gently place a kiss on my forehead and then slowly moved to kiss a throbing vein on my neck. His hands then grabbed my waist to keep me still - I didn't even know I was squirming.
"Relax, I don't want to bite." He whispered before nibbling a little too hard and then got off me.
"Get out of here... You look like shit in morning, go shower." He laughed lightly after he spanked my butt too hard. I yelped in pain and surprise and got up from the bed immediately. I began making my way to the bathroom but stopped in my tracks.
"Why are you being like this?" I asked, suspicion abruptly bringing me down from my high. Standing about two metres away from him, I tucked a braided lock of hair behind my ear and let my arms fall to my sides, brows furrowed.
He seemed caught off guard slightly but recovered quickly. "Like what, Jamaica?"
"Like you're trying to get me to sleep with you." It felt weird to say it.
"I'm not trying to fuck you." He stated. I could swear I saw him roll his eyes.
"Then why are you kissing me and laughing and touching me? Its messed up!" I didn't mean to yell but I guess that's what frustration does to you. "Sorry..." I mumbled.
"What do you expect me to do then?" Master replied calmly as he moved to sit at the edge of the bed, springs creaking under his weight.
"I don't know... Treat me like the way you treat your friends or even the way you treat Amber."
"I try to fuck Amber whenever I see her though."
I cringed. "Fine... Like the way you treat your friends then."
Master only stared at me before looking down at his hands like the way he did the previous night when he'd been overwhelmed by sadness.
"What if I treat everyone I know like shit and the way I'm going about this thing with you is the only way I know how, Jamaica. I just know sex and violence... Its the only thing I know." He shook his head sideways and rubbed his face with his palms.
"You don't have friends???" I really thought he would be the social butterfly type.
Master glared at me. "I tend to make more enemies than allies..."
Master seemed to have closed himself off again, he started staring at a scratch in the paint on the wall.
I sat back down next to him.
"Why?" I asked.
"What?"
"Why do you mistreat people, master?"
"Because I like it."
"That's all???"
"What?"
"Nothing... I just thought there'd be more..."
"Well, there isn't..."
"Are you sure, master?" I pushed.
"No, there's no fucking reason! Where you expecting me to break down and cry to you about how my mother hated me so much that she cursed me to lose my fucking mind?"
I opened my mouth to disagree but he kept talking.
"Did you want me to come up with some pussy assed excuse like 'my mummy's the reason I'm a cold motherfucker,' she treated me like shit and yet I still loved her with everything thing I had and I had nothing! She had to throw me out onto the streets and get her asshole boyfriend to beat me till he was certain I was dead for me to get the hint. I was 9 fucking years old! Worst part is whenever my father came to visit us, I treated him like shit, told him to fuck off 'cause I thought he'd abandoned me and my mother. Is that what you wanted, Jamaica?"
I was shocked; I thought Amelia was the one who cursed him. "No, but-"
"Good. I do it because I like it. I've always been the sick, twisted asshole I am today, only difference is that my own bitch of a mother hexed me..."
He was breathing heavily and began clenching and un clenching his fists by the time he was done. Master shut his eyes tight for a few seconds then reopened them then shut them again.
"Sorry..." We said in unison after a long moment of unbearably awkward silence. We sighed heavily.
"Go shower, Jamaica..." He said before collapsing onto the bed and groaning.
"I really didn't mean to upset you, master... I was just trying to understand... so I can help."
"Yeah, yeah... Go or I'll drag you there."
"Just one more question... Please, master?"
He groaned again. "What?"
"Why were you looking at me like that this morning?"
"The same reason you were looking at me. Go..."