Bloodlust [Book One] ✔️

Chapter 5

"I'm sorry it's been a while since I visited. I should have come by the moment I got here but I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to come back to this again." I said, fighting back a sob. "I'm sorry, Mum. You know I love you but things have been so hard."

It was cold and I had to pull my leather jacket tightly close to my chest. My mom would have scolded me and told me I would be sick by the next day. That was something I missed about her. She worried about me. With my dad I could never tell if he kept me here because he actually cared or because he thought of me as a responsibility.

What I wouldn't give to be a normal teenager. I wish the only problems I had was school, friends, and boyfriend. Heck! I didn't even know if I was allowed to date or not. Mom never got the chance to have the boy talk and dad sure as hell wouldn't know how to give that talk. It wasn't like I was looking forward to the sex talk but now would be a little too late.

At school I thrived to be as normal as I could. Even though I kept to myself, it didn't stop boys from asking me out. I always gave them the excuse that I wanted to focus on my studies.

I still didn't know who I really was. They say life is about finding yourself, but how could I do that when I don't even know where to start? I always saw life as creating yourself but I didn't even know how to start with that either.

"You should be getting back home."

I recognized my dad's voice and I wiped the tears off of my face. I wouldn't let him see my cry over anything. I would pretend everything okay and continue to pretend until the day came to leave for college.

"How did you find me?" I asked, not looking up at him.

I fixed the flowers I had brought for my mom. She liked Peonies. Mom loved nature and dad always said she had the green thumb.

"Kyle followed you when he saw you sneaking out."

I rolled my eyes. "I wasn't sneaking out. I walked out the front door and walked here. If I would have snuck out then I would have been more creative."

"You can't be out on your own, Chloe. It's not safe."

"Seriously? You're with that again?" I asked, finally turning to look at him. "Dad, it's as safe here as it is at St. Mary's."

"There's a lot you don't know and I wish you would trust me when I say that I'm just trying to keep you safe. I don't want you to end up like your mother."

"I've never gone into the woods and it's not bear season."

"Get up, let's go get something to eat."

It was early morning and I hadn't eaten. I was hungry but I wasn't willing to spend two hours with my dad over breakfast. It only called for a full moment of awkwardness and could cause a possible argument. Around my dad I could never hold my tongue and maybe that's why we always argued. He would tell me that I didn't know when to just shut up. I bet he wished he had a mute button for me.