Hybrid (Awakening, # 0.5)

Chapter 8

After what Sam and I shared, we just layed there and whispered to each other. Because words have impact when you whisper them to one person. That person, and that person only. It holds a deeper level of emotion. We drift off to sleep together. Wrapped in each other's arms. And this is the only place I want to be.

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My phone buzzes me awake and I see it's 1:14 A.M. I gently slip from under the cover and slip on my clothes and shoes, grab my keys and go to my car. I really need to head home. I didn't mean to stay this long.

After about 15 minutes I make it home, and Carter is just lying on the couch watching Twilight. I literally can't even sneak into my room because I blow my cover by laughing and spitting everywhere. I just can't help it. A vampire watching Twilight in my living room. He looks up at me and smiles, but the smile doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"Edward and Bella definitely have a toxic sort of relationship going on," Carter says simply. "A vampire in love with a human never tends to end well."

"You would know...wouldn't you?" I ask quietly.

"No. Actually I wouldn't," He says as he turns off the movie and starts to head upstairs.

I step to the side blocking his path. "And...Jacob is clearly hotter, don't you think?" I say.

"Please..just don't try to make simple small talk with me right now," He says. I'm stunned momentarily at his bluntness. 

"What the hell is that supposed to mean," I say angrily. "Last time I checked, I was the one who took your crazy vampire ass into my home and gave you a place to-," 

"You had sex with him," He says so softly I almost didn't hear a thing. "Didn't you."

"Actually, I don't see how that's any of your-," He cuts me off by pinning me softly against the wall and I feel his warm breath against my neck in short, quick bursts like his breathing is labored. I'm intoxicated by his nearness, I forget what I was going to say.

"I can smell it on you." He says with a hint of jealousy and disgust. 

I clear my dry throat in an attempt to speak, but I'm still breathless. "So what. He's my boyfriend, I don't see what any of that has to do with you."

He swallows and says,"It has everything to do with me." Then he lets me go and I just look at him in awe. He can't be serious right now. 

"Yeah? And what makes you think that," I ask. I'm actually very much anticipating his response.

"Just because you're a teenage girl with daddy issues does not give you the green light to just screw away your virginity on a damn couch and then sneak out at one in the morning and try to come back here and pretend that he's the one and he was worth it," His voice cracks and he's breathing heavily. 

But how did he...how did he know that it was on a couch, how did he know I was a virgin...How did he know. I'm standing against the wall with my mouth agape. I am completely and utterly speechless and I cannot find the words to say to him. I probably never will.

"Daddy issues," I say with a small voice. Out of all the things he could have said to hurt me. He picked that one pawn. A pawn that I never even told him about. A sudden wave of nausea hits me and I storm up the stairs, two at a time and run into the bathroom, slam the door and lock it.

I drop to my knees and rock back and forth with my hands over my eyes to keep the tears in. I feel the vomit in the back of my throat and I release all of it into the toilet and I feel like I'm going to pass out.

Carter somehow gets the door open, probably by just ripping off the knob, and catches me before I hit the ground and the darkness swallows me whole.