Divine Justice [Editing]

68. Dealing with Things

Juliette's POV:

When I wake up, my head is pounding intensely, as if someone's constantly battering it like the bongos.

I sit up on the bed, feeling tired and frustrated, and look around the room.

This isn't our room.
Odd.

When I look beside me, I find that Maria José is sleeping next to me, and I find that she looks so cute while sleeping. Groaning, I attempt to stand up, but only to stumble down and get my left foot cut on a piece of glass.

"FUCK!!" I yell out, and I hear a groan from the top of the bed.

"I fucking told you that you'd have a problem with that in the morning." The bitch groaned, making me roll my eyes before limping to the bathroom to clean my foot up.

Regardless of our vampiric ability to heal, it still hurts like a bitch.

"What in the fuck had happened yesterday, and why is there glass on the fucking floor?" I groan.

"I don't remember sleeping and I don't remember what happened beyond the bubble bath." I ask her while dressing my wound, and I hear a sigh before she approaches me.

"Did you drink that much to the point that you don't even remember what happened?" She asks while looking at me pointedly, but I only look at her in confusion.

"I drank last night?" I say before rolling my eyes, but it hurts doing so.

"Huh. I must've gotten wasted, which makes sense, since my head is pounding like some exotic beat from Puerto Rico." I mutter before washing my hands of my blood.

"The truth was revealed, Juliette, and Merlin..... there's a chance that he could be your father." Majo states grimly, and just by her words, everything starts to become clear, causing my head to pound even more.

Father.

I've never been more weirded out than I am with that word. Aside from Sebastian - my lovely Mate (note the sarcasm) - who promised me that I'll be trusted as Queen and will be in the know about everything and failed, somehow, this hurts slightly more.

"Fuck. I can't I'm saying this, but it hurts more the second time than the first." I say rather emotionlessly.

"Let's go check on Corina and go get breakfast out, okay?" She says suggestively, and it's only now that I really look at her.

She has dark circles under her eyes, her hair's the same as mine - tied in a messy bun - she's extremely pale, and she looks like she's been crying.

"Are you okay?" I ask her, but she raises her eyebrow.

"I don't think that is the correct question to ask." She deadpans, and I nod my head in understanding.

"Just....talk to me anytime you want, okay? I'll feel extremely guilty that I'm pouring out my problems to you while you just listen." I mutter weakly, but she only shakes her head.

"Juliette Paris, you're my sister. I want to hear your problems. I want to be there for you. You and Corina are the best thing that's happened to me since..... Riley." She mutters the last part out, and I fight the urge to furrow my eyebrows.

Curiosity will definitely be the death of me....

"Point is, I want to be there for you. I don't have to, but I want to. It's not an obligation that I have to do so I can get on my brother's side. If anything, he pisses me off almost more that Mario himself at this point. But I love you, and I appreciate your offer. Just accept mine, so I'm able to fully accept yours." She says with a small smile, so I immediately pull her into an embrace.