Cinnyris

'Details.'

I wake up to find myself curled up in a ball, the way I used to sleep when I was Harry's prisoner. Ready yet afraid to be harmed, broken. I go to the bathroom to shower and I scrub all the dried up tears of my body then snort bitterly, for no reason. I comb my hair then put it into a bun, wear a beige sweater,white pants and brown boots, then I open my bedroom's door to go to Will's. I force myself not to think, blank mind, that's all i want now. A blank mind and my sister.

Then I stumble because of this huge thing laying in front of my room, wait it is not a thing, it's-

"Go away, and leave. You told me to stay until my birthday , and I will. But that doesn't mean that I have to interfere with you. And I don't think you'd mind, considering how heartless I am." I say , failing to hide my agony. He scrambles up from his cross legged position. Was he here all night?
I don't care.

"Cinnyris I am really sorry. I was drunk, and I didn't know what I'm doing. At least look at me!" He yells, because I was looking at my fingers the whole time, afraid that, if I look at him I will end up in tears, like yesterday. But I have seen enough in my life and almost been through everything. So I look at him , mouth set into a firm line, with the bottom lip trembling slightly. I only find a mess of the handsome Luke.

His hair was a complete disaster, his clothes were wrinkled to the extreme, and there are bags beneath his bloodshot eyes. I look at him in pain for a second, sad to see him so tired. But his pain was not my fault. Although my agony was his mistake. A cold feeling washes over me, in contradiction with the warmth I always feel around him. In this particular moment, I hate him.

" I am looking at you, so what now." I say feeling weak. "Please except my apology." He begs, tighting my eyes to his, in some way that I can't define, looking desperate.

" I except you're apology, but, and as I mentioned, this will be the last of our conversations. Now step a side, please." I say but my voice is barley audible. My reward for crying all night. I place my hand on my throat and try to clear it then walk to Will's room.

I just want to see my little sister.

I walk into Will's to find Venice yelling at Will, strange. "Why didn't you do anything. He hurts her, and he is a big liar. Cinnyris is the sweetest most caring person ever. And you know it!" She scolds.

I smile, at least there is someone in the world who thinks I am sweet. "Come here." I whisper because of my dry throat as I stretch my arms to her. She runs to me and hugs me tightly.

"He is not right Cinnyris, you are the nicest person I have ever met, he was probably drunk." Will says.

"I don't think drunk mates have the strength to say this to their mate." I whisper. He pulls me to the side then whispers. "Cinnyris, Luke drinks often, no, way too often, please understand, he suffers because of thus. He can't control his drinking. Ever since his mother died. Nobody knows about this except me , his best friend. And because you're his mate, I think you deserve to know." He utters.

He stops, then continues. "I noticed that he stopped drinking ever since he found you, wanting to be a better man, I guess but when he new what you are, and realized he couldn't keep you, so he went back to his habits again."

I don't care. I don't care, I don't care, I don't care. I don't care. I will not have myself tormented again, now that I'm free, and no longer a prisoner. I'll cling to my rights. But, do i really want to be unforgiving here or is it just me shutting out people out of mere training?

"Let's go and gave some breakfast." I whisper weakly.

I carry Venice to the dining room then set her on Will's lap after he sits on a chair. I slowly walk to the kitchen and find Luke grabbing a beer out of the fridge. I nearly laugh at what I do, pulling out the can out of his stupid hand to protect his stupid ass.
He stares at me with those pretty eyes and a beautiful feeling takes over me.