Chapter two
{Ariana}
Sonething was tickling my face. I slapped at it a few times before opening my eyes to see what it was. Eli had a feather in his hand, a huge grin on his face.
"What?" I grumbled.
He gently pulled me into a sitting position. "Dad made breakfast."
I froze. Our father wasn't exactly, well, I'll just leave it. Eli felt me freeze and rubbed my shoulders lovingly.
"Come on, Ariana!" he hissed. "He wanted to make us a goodbye breakfast."
"He's leaving," I said more to myself than to Eli. He frowned at me.
What I would have done without my big brother to keep me sane...I don't know. He'd always been so grounded even through the divorce, mom's suicide, through everything.
We found dad flipping two pancakes onto a plate. He had a glass of scotch in his left hand, a cigarette in his mouth and the smell of his favourite cologne dripping out of his pores. He smiled up at me and tipped his glass to me.
"Mo'nin, A'iana!" he yelled around his cigarette. "'eady for b'eak'ast?"
I forced my best fake smile and nodded politely. He slid a plate down the bar to me. Eli sat beside me and began to dig in.
{Andy}
A small beam of sunlight shone on my eyelid. I immediately shot up to cover Cam with the sheets, but thank my stars, he hadn't slept in our bed. I let out a huge sigh of relief.
Cam and I had been getting more romantic rather than just carnal in our recent weeks. Of course, having a vampire (well MY vampire) feed off of me was more sexual pleasure than I could dream of. But, we'd evolved to the point of not having sex EVERY time he fed.
My fingers ran along the top of my ribs where he'd first bitten me so long ago. That scar would forever be there, along with his eternal claim over me.
"But, dammit, do I love him," I whispered to myself before pulling the drapes tighter. The lack of light left me in the dark to find the large four-poster bed.
{Ariana}
I poured myself another glass of vodka before walking back into my huge closet. The decision of what to wear to Gabe and Kylie's party had become more difficult than deciding what playlist to bring.
I heard a bottle being gently set down on my desk.
"So this is where my alcohol goes," my father suggested flatly.
"I get my alcoholism from you, 'daddy'!" I called from inside my closet. His hand jerkeed my head back by my hair.
"You'll learn to bite that tongue!" he yelled.
I spat on his face. "Hit me, fucker."
My father threw me into the wall adjacent to us, shattering the glass in my hand. Then he left me there to cry.
