Hemlock Grove: Cold Blooded | Roman/O.C

II | I'll Be Good (Part Two)

My Past has tasted bitter, for years now.
So I wield an iron fist.
Grace is just weakness, or so I've been told.
I've been cold, I've been merciless.

But the blood on my hands, scares me to death.
Baby I'm waking up, today.

I'll be good, I'll be good.
And I'll love the world like I should
I'll be good, I'll be good.

A week had passed since Mirana's last run in with Roman, and a part of her knew he was avoiding her intentionally.

Where she usually saw him in the hallway, he was gone. She only saw Shelley once—she had a class with her and then the girl switched out. Mira didn't want to think it was because of her, but part of her knew Roman probably suggested the change.

Mirana ignored all of it, though, and tried to focus on school.

But a majority of her thoughts ran from her while attempting to get shit done, and she always ended up thinking about Brooke.

She missed her, more than she can possibly describe to someone. She felt the only connection she had to her now was Roman...and Alec, being that he had been one of Brooke's best friends as well.

Which was why Mirana was currently looking up at the ceiling of Alec's bedroom, only glancing beside her to see Alec sleeping soundly.

Tears gathered in her eyes as she shifted to her side, facing away from him, and was immediately reminded of her naked state when the soft bed sheets grazed her bare chest as she moved.

A tiny stream of tears leave a path down her face and she licked her lips and wiped it at once.

She felt guilty. She knew what she was doing. She was lonely, and was using Alec to feel like she was okay.

It all happened unexpectedly, she'd gone over to his house to simply talk, and one thing led to another and after half a bottle of tequila, split between the two of them, they found themselves completely immersed in old feelings and desperately clinging to the one thing they were always decent at: sex.

They had makeup sex, breakup sex, angry sex, happy sex, sad sex, pity sex, revenge sex, every emotion and motive that had ever graced their minds, was taken out on one another in sinful form after sinful form.

And this, Mirana decided, was every single one of those, rolled into one night.

After a few minutes, she checked her phone to see the time and cursed when she saw she was about to miss curfew.

She sat up, waking Alec unintentionally, and started putting her clothes on.

"You've never been one to hit it and quit it." He mumbled and she sighed.

"I have to get home," She added and he sat up.

"Mira—"

"I gotta go, Alec. Goodnight." With that, she was gone.

Roman was driving home, a little buzzed, from a night out when he saw a young woman walking on the side walk of downtown, alone.

He smirked, his intentions of getting some ass the only thing driving him to pull over and roll his window down.

Mirana glared at the rich douche bag in the red car, seeing it was Roman.

It took him only a few seconds to realize who she was, and he grinned ear to ear.

"Shee-it." He chuckled, opening the door for her. "Get in loser we're going shopping." He told her.