VAMPIRE EMPIRE

CHAPTER ELEVEN

//Rulia //

Am home finally after the long drive. From my place to that stupid place I have been and seemingly can't remember. I just want some coffee. I walk in and kick the heels off my feet. That feels great.

"Hey! Take those in the right place!" my mom pauses a movie to yell at me. That must feel great, just screaming at me like that.

"Am too tired to be in a screamy conversation with you, mom. " I tell her rolling my eyes.Am exhausted.

"Then take those shoes upstairs and wipe them clean and will you please never wear my nude heels again!" she adds.

Now that's embarrassing. I really thought I could 'borrow' her most manageable pair of heels and get them back before she noticed it. She's too intelligent and I don't want to have to put up with her. She sucks. Like, thumbs down mom, can't you be half as cool as atleast Travis!

"Am just going to get Drew,  I bet he's not in a good mood. "That break up thing must have been too Brutal for a sweet guy like Drew.

"You're sure? " She's literally standing on her both feet and giving me her high pitched tone.

"Ofcourse am sure, why does it sound like you don't want me to see him mom, "Unless he said something about the kiss because I am totally going to shave his stupid head if so. "You are being mega weird about this, come on. Is there a problem? "

"Depends with your definition of that word, good luck." she gets back to the chair and goes on with the movie. I think she should be going out later for a shift otherwise she'd be in some much cosier. I throw a glance at the wall clock. That thing is really loud, the tick and too is unrealistic. It's five pm I can console him till six pm and nothing crazy will happen.

As I walk up those stairs I can't help wonder why mom would give me that impression. It's like she was shocked, or Drew is going through one his mental breakdowns only I can handle. Sometimes it feels as if am the one that adopted him. Am not his   mother! If I wanted one I would have one. Well you don't always get what you want. Sometimes things just happen to be coming your way, even when you're not prepared, I really never wanted a sibling .

"Who're you? " I ask a guy in a Ludacris haircut without the split sideburns. He's facing the computer, typing shit on his computer. "Where's My.. "

"Brother?  I decided to shave my hair. Am totally fine. " Drew swivels his chair to face my direction.

His head is a weird shape, I see why he had them locks in the first place. His forehead is so shiny and bulged out. Am I ever going to get used to that. His eyes are so...popped. cuter.

"You really didn't need to do that, those dreadlocks were a part of you! Is this about the tough break up? " I am super concerned and just want to take some real nice photos of him right now. This is a miracle. Now I get why mom was that shocked, I would too.

It's very hard understanding him. He refuses to let go off weird stuff and he looks like he keeps lots of secret. Sometimes he just comes up with sad stories just to make sure we tell him we'll never leave him. He's got this other side that I never wish to know about.

"I had broken up with her before the message, I bet you guys got into a mega fight as always and she used me to hurt you. Am fine. "

He really does look fine. He is listening to his reggae, he's cheerful and toothy. And also right. I really get upset about him being bothered. Guess it's my way of making up for the times I treated him carelessly and made bad jokes about his dreads. I hated them.

I walk backwards, relieved that I don't even have be here, I know for sure he's not writing the book about Vadille. It's no longer a mystery to anyone here. Though it might still be to the rest of the world. I really think that's still a bad idea. There's no bond, stronger than that of vampires that hate the same person, I don't want Drew to be the person.