20. Freedom Doesn't Suit You
987 Words
Jamie What was I doing? I looked at my reflection in the bathroom. Freedom. How do you handle something like that? How do you handle freedom when you don’t deserve it? She does though.
I looked harder at myself, at the mess I was. Covered in dirt and blood, haven’t had a shower in forever… I should clean up.
I couldn’t clean up though. Clean wasn’t real. In reality, I was guilty. I was wrong. I was filthy inside and I should be that way outside too.
I left the bathroom, wondering what to do now. There wasn’t much here, I hadn’t been to this place in forever… Nothing had changed either. Somehow, aside from the thick layer of dust, everything was just as I’d left it the day I last left. The day before I messed up my life.
I considered going up to Bree’s room to check on her, but after telling her that I liked her it was really hard to gather up that kind of courage. What if she looked at me differently? Well duh, of course, she’ll look at me differently!
All the conflicting emotions running through my body were confusing… It was better being in prison. In prison I didn’t need to think, there was less to feel, I could get away with just being an empty shell. Not out here, not with her, not since she came…
Snap! The table I hadn’t noticed I was clutching was splintered under my fingers. I dropped the remaining pieces of wood in my hand and walked over to the window, fighting off the urge to smash everything in here the same way.
I stopped short as I glimpsed what was outside. Beneath the moonlight shadows of a tree, was him. That vampire.
He kissed her neck before sinking his teeth into her throat.
With a snarl, I turned into wolf form. I let myself stay that way for a moment, snarling in fury and circling with all my fur on end. But then I changed back, telling myself that it was so I could see out the window, but it was for a different reason and I knew it.
I wanted him gone. He should be in a cell or gone gone. Should I kill him? I was already a horrible person, I already deserved to be in prison, but could I do that again? Would I have another person, another crunch more to haunt me?
But she would be safe…
But he’d kissed her neck, and he’d been such a bully to me…
I stared out the window, thinking hard and bristling as he slowly moved closer. How did he even find us?
With a glance at Bree’s door up the stairs, I went out the front door. He saw me almost immediately and stopped walking. I was tempted to yell at him to get out of here, but I didn’t want Bree to hear. I didn’t want her to know he was ever here, especially if I killed him.
After a second where we stared each other down, he began walking towards me. “Where is she?” He asked. I could hear the accusation in his tone, suggesting that I’d done something to her. That she was gone.
“Go away.” The words came through gritted teeth, the rest of the words I wanted to scream seemed to be expanding in my throat, threatening to choke me if I didn’t let them out.
“Come on, wolf boy. You’re the one who’s in the asylum and broke through the bars. Where is she?”
“I would never hurt her if that’s what you’re implying. Unlike you.”
He took a step forward and stuck his face so close to mine that I could smell the blood on his breath. “I’m not the only one coming. Tell me where she is, I get her out of here, she doesn’t go back to Sanguis.”
My fist connected to his stomach, sending him a few feet away onto the ground. I ran back into the house and slammed the door, locking it behind me. They were coming.
The door shattered into bits as the vampire crashed into it, bits on wood raining down around me. In a split second, I turned wolf and growled warningly, fur standing up straight.
The bloodsucker didn’t even hesitate, just scanned the room before heading for the stairs. Oh no, he won’t!
I launched myself at him, knocking him into the wall. My growl turned into a snarling bark, right in his face, just barely restraining myself from ripping into his face with my teeth.
“Get off me you filthy mutt! I’m done with you!” He kicked me off and spat at me, and for a moment I was in shock. Visions replaying in my mind. For a moment the anger receded as shocked pain took over, turning me back into human form as I just stared at the spit.
The moment ended as I realized he was heading up the stairs, towards her. He would take her away, and who knows what would happen to her…
I pushed myself up and ran up the stairs, grabbing hold of him and putting him in a headlock. The sound of Bree’s footsteps in the room within earshot made me more desperate to stop him. He shoved me backward into the wall, making my head spin, and before I could recover he flung me off and was opening the door…
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