Home sweet home II
1004 Words
From across the room, I stared at the tray and something deep inside of me.
No one other than Darcy ever showed me even the tiniest bit of care. And even with him, it was never like this. He... he would try to comfort me or more likely scold me for speaking to my father like that.
SHIT... this is weird.
Slowly, I walked across the room and stopped in front of the table. For some reason my heart beat picked up as my fingers closed around the top handle of the lid and I slowly started to lift it and that was when my phone vibrated.
Darcy.
I released the lid, crashing it into the stainless steel tray and the loud ringing filled the room. As fast as I could, I ran to bed and grabbed my phone.
Yes, it was a text from Darcy.
Hey, babe.
Busy with the pack stuff.
Will talk with you on Saturday. Dad needs my full attention.
And that was it.
I stared at my phone, not able to believe what I had just read.
He ignored me for this whole time and now he just texted to say that he will be no contact for the whole week.
Great.
Heavines started to form in my chest as my eyes started to burn and water.
Fucking great.
I threw the phone across the room and released a low growl.
Frustrated, I walked to the bathroom.
There is only one place that I found it acceptable to cry and it was the shower.
Without even turning on the light, I ripped off the clothes from my back and stepped under the hot stream.
That was when the tears started to roll down my cheeks. The weight of the pain and disappointment forced me to sit on the ground and pull my knees to my chest, wrapping my hands around them to hold them in place.
Fucking hell.
I hated feeling like that.
So helpless and broken...
Lowering my forehead to the tops of my knees, I let those tears roll down my cheek and get washed away by the hot stream of water.
Why is he so distant all of a sudden?
Did I do something wrong?
I know that I tease him a bit too much... but he said many times that he likes that. That me teasing him makes him feel human and not just a pawn of his father's plan for the packs' future.
But... maybe he had enough?
Should I call and apologize?
Or maybe text him?
Because talking about emotions is not something I can excel at... this was always his strong suit.
Yeah, I will text him.
And tell him...
I'm going to apologize and... and...
Beg him not to leave me?
Beg him to love me?
Hell.
I was feeling even worse then when I stepped into the shower.
Leaning back against the glass wall, I let the warm shower water wash off the remaining of my tears.
How pathetic.
Sitting here crying, ready to run and beg for him to love me.
This is just sad.
Slowly, I stood up and switched off the water. As I stepped out of the steamy hot shower I grabbed the towel and wrapped it around myself.
I looked at my ripped clothes on the floor and cursed myself again.
Ripping clothes apart when I only had one more set in my backpack was not the brightest idea.
Maybe I can slip away in the morning and go shopping?
It is almost impossible for me to slip past the guards, but I had done it before.
As pissed as they are now, I know that they will not let me leave the house as a punishment.
I grabbed another towel to dry my hair as I walked back into the room.
My phone was lying on the floor next to the door, but I was not ready to pick it up or to face what Darcy texted me. For now, I will just ignore it and everything that goes with it.
My nose picked up the light scent of tea and what I guess was a sandwich, which reminded me of the tray the Omega girl brought me.
The tray that Colin sent.
What's up with this man?
Why would he do something like this, when he clearly dislikes me just as much as I do?
I walked back to the table and this time quickly lifted the cover of the tray. Under the lid I found a cup of tea that was no longer hot, but just warm, and just as I guessed, a sandwich. The sight of it alone made my mouth water and it reminded me that I haven't really eaten anything today.
I guess that realization woke up my stomach as a loud rumble filled the room.
Leaving the tea on the tray, I picked up the sandwich and took a big bite as I walked back to bed.
My backpack was still there and I knew that I should unpack first, but I could not find the energy to do so. So... I left it there as I finished the sandwich and sat down on the bed and pushed the backpack to the other side. I will deal with it later. For now, I'm just going to lay down for a minute.
Slowly, I laid down, spreading my still wet hair to the side.
I should brush it... I will... in a moment.
My eyes closed and my whole body relaxed, when suddenly my mother's loud voice and banging at the door forced me to jump out of my bed.
"Valery, get up and meet your father and me for breakfast."
Breakfast?
I looked out the window and it was bright.
Shit...
I fell asleep.
"VALERY!"
"I'm up, I will be there in twenty minutes."
"You have ten, before I get one of your father's men to break down the door and drag you to the table."
Freaking great.
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