Love Comes With A Price

Oh No...

I do not own Life is Strange or any of it's characters, and I do not own Carmilla or any of it's characters. 

      The following morning you were awoken to someone banging on your door. You sat up and ran you hands through your hair, yawning. 

      "Who is it?" You called, and was surprised when Nathan barged in.

       "We have a serious pr- holy sHIT!" He exclaimed, slapping a hand over his eyes and looking away. You furrowed your brow before feeling the chill from outside the door and realizing you were still in the nude. 

      You blushed and scrambled to grab the cover, yanking them to cover yourself. "Oh my god, I'm decent now. Jesus P' what the fuck?" You asked and he uncovered his eyes, only to scream and cover them again. Looking beside you, you realized that by taking the covers you had revealed a just as naked Chloe.

      You grabbed a blanket off the edge of the bed and covered her. "Okay she's decent too, now what is it P?" 

      Slowly and hesitantly he uncovered his eyes before sighed and throwing his phone at you. "As I was saying before I walked in on a lesbian porno shoot, we've got a serious problem. You've got a serious problem. Imagine my surprise to wake up this morning to an actual lesbian porno featuring my best friend." He cringed. 

      You opened the phone and clicked on a notification. A video started playing, and at first you couldn't tell what is was supposed to be. It was dark and there was steam, but then it hit you. It was you and Chloe from last night. Your eyes widened and you fast forwarded through the video. You needed to see just how much this person saw.

      You set the phone down after a minute. All of it. They saw all of it. You looked up at Nathan. "Who posted this?" Your voice broke slightly. Nathan shook his head. "I don't know, but when I get my hands on them-" 

      You shook your head. "No, P. You'll do no such thing." 

      "But Y/N.. Don't you remember what happened to Kate? I don't want that happening to you.." He said, a sad look etched into his face. You pursed your lips. "I'll be fine, P.. I can handle myself. Just- I need to know one more thing.. Who all can see this?" 

      "Everyone.." He said, and your face fell. "Oh no..."  You grabbed your phone off the side table, seeing ten voice mails from Ned and Patty, a few texts from Danny, and a missed call from a number you hadn't seen in 10 years. You stared at your phone for a moment, frozen on the last one. 

      "Y/N...?" Nathan started walking toward you. "Are you okay?" 

      "I- I need to be alone. I'll text you later.. Thanks for warning me, P..." You said, still staring at your phone. He nodded taking his phone before turning and leaving, closing the door behind him. You turned to look at Chloe, sleeping peacefully beside you, and tears started to spring to  your eyes. 

      Making as little noise as possible, you stood and walked over to you closet, getting a robe and covering yourself. You let your hand hover over your phone for a moment before you picked it up and dialed the number.

      "Well well well... It's good to finally hear from you, Y/N.." Your birth mother slurs on the other end, and chills run down your spin. 

      "Hello, mother..." You force the words out of your mouth. "I'm sorry I didn't get your call." 

      "Bullshit, We both know you had better things you were doing, isn't that right, SweetPea?" She cackled and you swallowed. "Mother-"

      "Save it. I knew when you came to us in the fourth grade-"

      "Third, mother."

      "-third, whatever, saying you wanted to marry that little girl, what was her name? Candy? We knew from that moment what a little fag you were gonna be." She laughed and you cringed. 

      "What do you want, mother?" You asked, trying to get this over with and think happy thoughts. 

      "Oh just to say I told you so, and that you're welcome to come visit me any time, and hopefully vise versa."

      "No offense mother, but I'm not visiting you in jail." You frowned, started to pace as you continued the conversation. She laughed on the other end and you had to wonder what was so funny. 

      "No, No dear, you most certainly wont be. Because I'm not in jail anymore." 

      You froze, petrified. "What..?" 

      "You heard me dear. I'm out, and I'll be stopping by to see how my little faggot daughter is faring. See you soon." 

      She hung up, leaving you at a loss for words.