Hunting Love

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Sabrina's POV

Looking at the small house makes my heart clench and my breathing quicken. Despite not having seen the house for a long time, it still brings back many painful memories. The only memories that cause me not to cry my eyes out are the ones I have before I was seven. Even then it still makes me sad that I only had seven years of happiness before I was brought into the painful reality of what I am.

I take a step towards the house before second guessing myself and then taking two steps back. Maybe it isn't a good idea to just walk in there. I can't just walk in when they expected me to be dead or dying right now.

"Don't be coward Sabrina, just walk in there and walk out," I mutter to my self, trying to find some courage within me. Unfortunately, I don't find that courage so I let my head down and start making my way back when a voice stops me in my tracks.

"Sabrina?"

I turn around and force my fangs from dropping when my eyes connect with my half-brother. "Alex."

He crosses his arms and leans against the wooden door frame. "What are you doing here? I thought you're supposed to be at the castle right now."

I shrug in response, not knowing what else to say. Can I tell him that I ran away? How would he react? Why do I care how he would react? Does he even have a right to react? Last time I saw him, he was angry at me for saving his life. "I sorta ran off," I murmur.

He looks at me with confusion. "What do you mean? Come in, tell me about it," he says, walking back inside the house, leaving the door open for me to walk through.

Did I hear that right? Someone who supposedly hates my guts just invited me inside the house I was emotionally abused? While the logical side of me tells me that it's a trick and I should walk away, my feet don't listen and I find myself walking inside the house.

As I get inside, I'm surprised to hear how quiet it is. With the exception of Alex's heartbeat, I can't hear the presence of anyone else in the house. In fact, I'm pretty sure that it's only Alex and me inside the house. "Where's mom and Amber?" I ask.

Even though she treated me like dirt, my mom is still my mom. Not my step-mom or my adopted mom, but just my mom. She's my real mother, my biological one. No matter how much she wants to deny it, half her blood runs through me.

"They're... look stuff happened while you were gone Sabrina," he sighs, sitting down in one of the chairs. Instead of taking a seat, I stay standing up. It's weird, I feel like a stranger in my own house. Well, more like my previous house.

"Like what?" I ask.

"After the first couple of days when you weren't here, it didn't feel right. We were so used to having you around. It's odd actually, walking past your room and not hearing your footsteps up there. It's weird eating dinner together with food that you didn't catch. Sometimes I think you're just over at the store and that you were coming home late, only to remember that you weren't coming home at all."

"Didn't know you noticed me that much," I angrily bite out. This is unfair. I spent years of my life living like I didn't matter. I spent years of my life thinking that I'm better off dead, and that no one was going to miss me. He has no right to make me feel like this.

"Hear me out Sabrina," he pleads, and I narrow my eyes at him. "We treated you like crap, I'm not going to argue against that, but you still kept coming back. You still came home every night, you still brought us food every meal, and you still lied and protected us despite everything we put you through. That night when you volunteered for me, you saved me from a fate worse than death so I didn't understand why I was angry."