What Is Love 》 Hemlock Grove (Discontinued)

Twenty-Six

Seven fucking miles later and I'm finally home. My feet are killing me. I can't wait to just lay down and rest for a bit.

"Fucking cops," I mumbled. I heard someone clear their throat from behind, making me jump. I turned to see Uncle Cam standing there with his arms crossed. "Hi, Uncle Cam."

He gave me the most scolding look he could muster. "Hi, Uncle Cam. It's almost midnight and you didn't call me to let me know where you are."

I pulled my phone out. "I'm sorry. My phone died."

"Where were you?"

"Nowhere. I just went for a walk."

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but why didn't Roman drop you off?"

"I'm not always with Roman, Uncle Cam." He raised his brow. "I wasn't with him this time. I met up with Peter and we decided to hang out. You know before we leave and never come back." Or before I die.

And just like that, Cam's face softens. He held his arms out. "Come here." I went over and hugged him. "I know how this move must be difficult on you, but trust me when I say it's better for both of us."

I nodded. "Yeah, I know." I pulled away. "Am I in trouble or can I go to my room? I'm a bit tired."

"You sure look it," he said. He squinted his eyes at me before he came over and placed his hand over my forehead. "Actually, you do look so good. You're not getting sick, are you?"

I shook my head. "I feel fine." Except I'm not. Olivia got Roman arrested and that weird blood splatter on the roof got me queezy.

He removed his hand. "Ok, go upstairs and I'll find some medicine for you." I groaned. "I just want to be cautious."

"Can it not be the cherry flavor cough syrup?" I complained. "That stuff makes me want to puke."

"Sorry, kiddo. That's all we have." I groaned. "Think of it as part of your punishment for coming home late. Either that or no wifi."

"I'll take the medicine."

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The medicine didn't help at all. I did feel a bit warmer in the morning. Cam checked my temperature in the morning and I did have a fever. He told me to stay home today. For once I wanted to go to see so I could see what was going on. Talk to Peter and Roman about our next move. But I've felt weak. I've felt like my body was on fire.

I heard a knock on my door and groaned. My body feels like lead. I paused the movie and got up. I opened it and saw Roman standing here.

"Hey," I greeted.

"You weren't at school today," he said. "I was getting worried."

I opened the door for him to come in. "Yeah, I'm not feeling good." Roman came inside and sat on the couch. "Sorry, if I look like a mess."

"You still look beautiful." I gave him a small smile as I sat next to him. "I thought you'd be pissed about the whole arrest thing."

"Oh, I still am," I said. "You wouldn't have gotten arrested if you did that trick you did."

He motioned his hands out. "What can I say? I'm an asshole. The whole fucking world knows that." He pulled out one of his cigarettes and lit it. "I mean, I took your spare keys away and made you walk home. Thought it would be funny." He pulled his spare key from his pocket and handed it to me. "This is yours, by the way."

I gave him a look as I took it. "Yeah. Thanks, dumbass." I shook my head. "Anyway..." I got more comfortable. "What's our next plan?"

"How should I know? Talk to your fucking best friend. He's the one who called it quits."

I gave him a confused look. "What?"

Roman nodded. "I told him I got a lead. That it might be linked to White Tower, but that shithead said no." He laughed. "No. And he had the audacity to tell me I should get out of town. Away from my name. Start fresh. Fucker told me to leave you alone and let you live in Manchester. That you don't need any more drama coming from me."

"Again, what?!"

"Did he say anything to you last night?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No, we just walked home and that was it. He didn't say anything to me."

He scoffed. "Maybe he was thinking of ways to fuck my cousin."

"Roman, what's wrong with Peter liking Letha?"

"What's wrong? That's my fucking cousin!"

"If this was some other guy then I'd get it. But this is Peter we're talking about. He knows that Letha's pregnant and he's not slut shaming her like most people at the school."

"Did you forget that he's a werewolf?" Roman stood up. "Or were you too busy fucking him to care?"

My eyes went wide. "What the hell are you talking about?"

He raised his brow at me. "Did you really walk home or did you go back to his pathetic gypsy trailer and fucked him there?"

I got up. "Roman, there's nothing between me and Peter. I've been with you for two years, why would I mess that up?"

"Because you were caught. Why else would he tell me to leave you alone?"

"Roman, did you forget the part where you both had a dream about my death? Maybe he was worried."

"Worried?" Roman got closer. "Let's see how worried he gets when I tell him about your little eating habits." He raised his brow again. "When was the last time you ate? Two? Three days ago?"

"I'm not hungry," I said.

"Right, and I'm ugly," Roman replied sarcastically. He motioned to my cold soup on the table. "I bet your uncle made that for you in the morning but you're just letting it rot. Are you really sick or is it the lack of food that's getting to you?" He pursed his lips. "You know, what? I don't care anymore. Your new fuckboy can worry about your eating habits."

"Roman," I called out as he started walking out. I followed him. "Roman! Where are you going?"

"I need to think some things through. Enjoy your fucking soup."

Roman slammed the door on his way out. My mouth flew open as I heard his car speed out of the driveway.

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A/N: Gee, Roman, jealous much?