Chapter 17
“Why does no one ever believe me?” I asked and closed my eyes tightly, holding River as if he would disappear. “I’m so fucking lonely,” I sobbed and dug my nails into his shirt.
“Oh Raven,” River whispered and kissed the top of my head.
“Everyone in my grade hates me, and the teachers are so unfair- it’s not my fault no one likes me, I don’t want to act like everyone,” my chest heaved. “I’m so tired of this, I want it all to stop,” I wiped my eyes and sniffed slowly looking at River, eyes puffy and wet.
“I wish you would have just told me you were being bullied,” River tucked hair behind my ear and looking at me with tenderness that stole my breath. “Much to contrary belief, I would do just about anything for you, Raven.”
I looked away from those eyes. “E–even homeschool me?”
River paused. “Do you really want that?” More tears ran down my cheeks.
“I don’t know,” I mumbled and my fingers shifted from his shoulders to wipe my face again. “I’m tired,” I told him and he kissed the top of my head.
“Then let’s get you to bed, we can talk when you’ve gotten some good sleep.” River told me softly.
Despite River gently putting me to bed, shortly after he left, I found myself sitting up, feet dangling off the bed, just barely touching the cold floor.
I rubbed my face and stood, stumbling slightly, hands reaching out and catching myself on the corner of my dresser.
I looked up and saw myself in the mirror, eyes swollen and hair tangled. “Get it together, we’re better than this,” I wiped my eyes when I felt them water again. “It doesn’t matter, none of it matters, I can do what the fuck it want.”
I took a deep shuddering breath, pointing at myself in the mirror. “You’re a strong fucking independent woman who can do whatever she sets her mind to, so act like it.” I wiped my face one last time and stepped into my bathroom, deciding a hot shower would do me a lot of good.
I took my time, washing my hair and then afterwards, using scented lotion. Because being clean and smelling good made me feel savage.
I pulled on some leggings and a warm, but cute sweater, walking over to my bed and pulling out my phone.
After all that drama, I felt the urge to just jump out the window and walk around in the cold air. My eyes drifted to the view outside, and I nibbled on my bottom lip.
I wanted to, but if I was caught, everyone would be mad at me all over again. I huffed and turned on some random show, leaning on my side as I stared blankly at the moving pictures.
I got bored of that faster than I thought, and clicked my screen off, deciding some sleep was in order after all.
When I woke up, it was to my alarm, playing obnoxiously loud music I somehow liked when I was awake.
I groaned and fumbled around, trying to find my phone with closed eyes. After what felt like eternity, I shut off the song and climbed out of bed, rubbing my eyes wearily.
After freshening up, I made my way down stairs, reaching for my boots. “Raven, you don’t have to go to school today,” I turned startled and stared at River, who was drinking from a mug.
put shoes on, despite the look in his eyes. “It’s fine, there’s no reason for me not to go.”
River looked shocked. “Raven, you never want to go to school,”
I shrugged and avoided his gaze, just like I wanted to avoid talking to any of the other vampires who lived in the old house. “I want to see my friends…” I trailed off, cheeks warming with embarrassment.
I admitted a few things last night, definitely shouldn’t have. I thought and sighed.
River looked me over and frowned. “I don’t think you should go, we still need to talk, but if you really want to, I won’t stop you.”
I nodded quickly, avoiding his gaze. “Yes, I want to go,”
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I’m Not Your Breeding Tool, Vampire Lord
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Chapter 17
As soon as River nodded, I was rushing the opposite direction and stepped into the kitchen. I hunted for something to eat, frowning.
“I know, we need to go shopping for you ” I shrieked and turned behind me. I touched my chest.
“Dune! At least make a noise, so you don’t scare me half to death!” I told him and grabbed an apple, heart racing. “Seriously, don’t do that,” I told him and glanced at his face.
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