JESENIA
USA – CALIFORNIA
Luci rushes over to me and hastily covers my dirty body with a grey fleece blanket. I look Marcel up and down with wide eyes, searching for injuries. My heartbeat picks up when I see 4 claw marks going from his shoulder and down to his elbow. Blood seeps through the shirt and finally he seems to notice.
His face pales at the sight and instinctively goes to touch it. My heart sinks when he winces from the pain. "I'm so s-sorry" I stutter and take a step towards him, only to have him flinch at my sudden movement.
Quickly, he regains his cool composure. "I didn't mean to..." I whisper lowly as a stinging liquid makes its way down my face.
A large hand wraps around my wrist, tugging me backwards. "Why would you do that?" Alarico asks, looking concerned for Marcel. My jaw drops as I am taken back by his stupid question. "You should know by now, that that wasn't me" I reply sternly, my eyes still glassy.
Ric's expression turns grim for a second, realising his mistake. He gives me a stiff nod and lets me go. Cautiously, he makes his way over to Marcel to inspect his wounds. The fact that he studied medicine for centuries makes it easier for us when we're badly injured, it's not like we can go to a hospital.
He first took an interest to it back in his home country, Spain, when one day he saw a badly injured dog and helped nurse it back to health.
"Marcel, may I have a look at that?" Alarico requests as he reaches out to look at my horrid doing. Marcel eyes him watchfully before slowly nodding. As soon as Ric sees this he rushes over to his bleeding arm and gets swiftly to work.
I shift from one foot to the other as I watch them. My body aches but I don't dare leave his side. This is my fault. A sudden whimper makes me stop what I'm doing as I feel my heart sink even lower. Marcel's eyes meet mine, and I can't help the tears that come pouring out.
He looks like he's about to say something but before I give him a chance, I rush inside whilst leaving a trail of blood and dirt in my wake. I clutch my blanket tightly and I start running towards the stairs. The shards of the chandelier cut up my feet, but I keep moving, it's easier than the heartbreak that I've grown so close to.
As soon as I reach the second floor, I storm into my room and continue into my bathroom. I turn on the shower, steam filling the room. Stepping inside, the water instantly burns my skin. I grab a shower scrub and try scrubbing away my sins. With my tears being mixed in with the burning hot water, I scrub until my skin is raw and red.
I feel disgusted.
My knees tremble and I fall down onto the black tiles in my shower. The sound of my painful wailing fills the room, and I have no doubt everyone in the house can hear me. I place my head in my hands, attempting to silence my sobs. I'm a monster. They should've killed me years ago.
The soft knock on my bathroom door catches me off guard and I jump slightly but I make no move to see who it is. I can already tell by the strong scent coming from the outside, that and his husky voice. Though I'm too ashamed to face him. He got hurt and it's my fault. My fault, no one else's but mine.
"Jesenia?" Marcel calls out and I hear him tamper with the doorknob, attempting to open it. He sighs in defeat after realising I locked it. "Please let me in, I just want to talk" his gorgeous voice rings in my ears, only making me cry harder. He probably hates me now.
I don't even know why I care so much, I just do. There's something that tells me I should feel guilty and ashamed, and I do. More than anything. "Make it go away, pappa" I whisper to myself as I feel my back burn even more.
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