the bad boy's sunshine [COMPLETED]

Chapter 33

Ophelia Bellerose:

My eyes fluttered open as the light from the window shone in the room making me wince at the brightness of it. I slowly sat up and looked at my surroundings. Realising that I was not in my room I started to panic. 

The walls were painted in a light green with a window to the left, the bed was in the centre of the room, draws of clothes on the wall in front of the bed. I looked down at the sheets and brought them closer to my face as if they would protect me from anything bad that could suddenly pounce. Breathing in, the sheets smelt of someone very familiar. I slowly peeled the sheets off to see that I was changed into a pair of joggers that were way too big for me and that I was still in Dean's hoodie from the night before. that's when everything came crashing down on me.

I let a few tears slip from the memory, wanting to erase everything that I saw and heard yesterday. I wiped the tears off with the back of my had with the sleeve of the hoodie. I stood up and decided to inspect the room a little more to figure out where the hell I was. 

I walked to one of the many doors there is in this room, I mean like come on! Who needs so many gods damn doors in one room?!

I opened the first one to see that I was indeed an on suite which I gladly used the opportunity to use. Once I was done with that I continued my search until I came upon two pictures. The first one was of a little boy held in the arms of what seemed to be his father. His seemed to be around 10 years old, his smile was present but there was a dull sparkle in his eyes. as for the man, he looked... empty. I cast my gaze on the second picture to see too brightly smiling children with the most vibrant ginger hair ever. they were in each other's arms and looked very much alike. this memory seemed familiar as if I were the one to have lived it. 

"I'm his daughter."

Those words rang in my head clear as day. I dropped the frame, making it land on the floor shattering the glass of the frame. my breathing started to get faster and faster as I realised that I was in fact in Ace's room. I backed away, the picture haunting me, as I felt the back of my knees hit the bed. I sat down and started taking deep breaths, hitting the elastic band around my wrist the distract my brain to another shape of pain. 

I waited a few minutes for me to calm down before I was brave enough to open the room door and find the rest of them, who I am sure are here and only waiting on me to wake up. I opened the door and stepped out, poking my head left and right to see if anyone was in the corridor. Like all rational people I decided to go down the long arse corridor and see if I can find anyone. 

I found myself in front of this door that wasn't closed properly, the conversation inside catching my attention. 

"When will she wake up? She's been out for hours!" the first voice exclaimed, which I knew right away was Dean's.

"Son, calm down. She will wake at her own time. She has been through a lot these past few days so we can't rush her. God knows what that man told her when she was there." Michael tried his best to keep Dean in check. 

"What if he told her the truth? We know he was working for Evangeline. They always are. I can't believe I actually married that spawn of satan. Because of her, I lost my daughter. She doesn't even remember me, nor does she her own twin brother!" Rogahn roared, followed by the sound of something breaking. 

"My Ophelia, my sweet, sweet Angel." he sobbed loudly, in the crack in the door I could see him hide his face in his hands as Michael's wife tried to console him, Mollie soon joining them too.  

I pushed the door open.

"So it's true. I am your daughter." I almost whispered out but it came out stronger making all the eyes shift to me.