Sinfully Yours

3.

Roosevelt's perspective

I opened my eyes slowly, and it took me a few moments to realise where I was. I looked around with a frown on my face and realised that I was resting in a hospital bed. My back was against the wall as I sat on the bed and memories started to pour into my mind.

I recalled that I was going shopping with Mom to acquire me new clothes when we were approached by a venicle. I then recall seeing a nurse treating to my wound as I woke up in a hospital bed. As I was attempting to sort things out in my mind, he entered via the open door. I initially believed it to be my imagination. Perhaps it was because I was seeing a hallucination of him because I had been wanting to meet him so much. However, as he spoke, I understood that he was indeed with me and that this was not a delusion. His captivating green eyes, my favourite feature about him when I saw him in a photo, were still vivid in my mind. Recalling how he slouched in the photo, I realised that the images I had seen of him were not accurate representations of him.

I looked around the room, bewildered and curious, trying to find him. How could he have left without me knowing, because he was only here a moment ago? Or was I just seeing things in my head?

As I continued to doubt myself, a nurse entered through the open door. "You are awake," she reassured him. "Where is my mother?" I inquired, noticing that despite her best efforts to hide it, her look turned worried. "Where's she at? I questioned in a panic, remembering what he had said about Mother being in a coma. "I want to see her."

She told me, "Relax, Miss Roosevelt, your mother is fine," but I could tell she was lying since it was plastered all on her face. With trembling voice, I pleaded, "Then take me to her," as horror overcame every part of me. The idea that she was unconscious terrified me to no end. The nurse attempted to convince me, "She is fine, you will see her soon," but I shook my head in scepticism. I begged in terror and desperation, "I don't believe you; please let me see her," and at that moment the door opened, catching my eye.

He didn't accompany the doctor this time, so when I saw him enter the room, my breath caught in my chest. We locked eyes, and I had to glance away quickly because he maintained my gaze with such chilly intensity. There was something so imposing about him.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I saw him approach me and stand a short distance away. I felt his intense stare on me, and I was too afraid to look at him. "What is wrong?" His strong voice echoed throughout the room as he asked, giving me icy chills.

The nurse said, "She wants to see Lady Eluan," and it was clear from the way her voice broke that she was afraid of him as well. He said, "Leave us," and the nurse quickly left the room. I felt a trembling sensation in my throat and hoped I could simply vanish. I was afraid of being alone myself with him.

He approached me and sat down next to my bed shortly after, and I heard his footsteps. I bowed my head to the bed in order to avoid staring him in the face out of dread.

I prayed in silence that someone would come in and save me from this, and an unsettling stillness fell over the room.

He said, "Do you know me?" with such authority in his voice. Like I often do when I'm terrified or nervous, which was both in this situation, I licked my lips nervously and fiddled with my fingers.

"I demand an answer when I ask a question, and when he answered in an irritated tone, I felt a wave of anger surge through me. Despite my trembling lips and nervous breathing, I continued to talk. I managed to say, "Yes, Mother showed me a picture of you," and I heard him sigh.

Again, an awkward silence filled the room before he decided to speak again. "Did she tell you why she didn't want me to know about you?" He asked, and I

gulped but quickly gave him a response, so he wouldn't get upset. "No," I lied.

He scoffed at my response. "Look at me," he demanded, and with a nervous gulp, I lifted my gaze to look at him. Our eyes met, and a series of emotions rushed through me. He had a blank look on his face, which made it hard for me to tell his mood. "I hate lies, and this should be the last time you ever lie to me," he

declared firmly, and my eyes widened in fear. How could he easily tell that I was lying?

"Now tell me," he demanded, and I swallowed hard while trying to find my voice. "She said you won't like me if you meet me," I spoke truthfully, and he scoffed.

"She's damn right," he groaned, causing me to look at him with stunned eyes. Does it mean he really doesn't like me just by meeting me barely a few minutes ago?

"You know what we are, right?" He asked, and I nodded. "Use your words," he ordered, and I gulped. " Vampires. You and Mother are vampires by birth," I mumbled in fear. "Very good, so now I want you to explain to me why my sister is lying in a coma while you are here with just a few scratches," he asked in an accusing voide, which made my eyes widen. Was he suspecting me of doing something?

"When I ask a question, I need an answer," he yelled, causing me to flinch with fear. Roosevelt's POV

Tears welled up in my eyes as his furious voice echoed through the room. I had just met him a few minutes ago, and he was already sending fear through me. With a gulp, looked at him and saw his eyes consumed with mixed emotions, but the one that stood vividly was anger. He had so much anger and hatred for me, and the thought of that sent a cold chill down my spine.

I didnt know how to explain it to him that I was driving the car, and the accident had happened so suddenly. "I swear, I had nothing to do with it," I stammered, my voice trembling.

He leaned in closer, his cold breath grazing my cheek as he examined me closely. Gosh, i could perceive his

manly cologne of fresh mint. "Who drove the car?" he asked in an accusing manner, and more fear gripped my entire being.

"You won't like what I will do to you if you don't speak and tell me the truth," he threatened, causing a

nervous gulp to pass down my throat.

A sense of desperation washed over me as I realized the gravity of him, and none of them were good. "I didn't cause the accident," I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.

His piercing gaze bore into mine, and for a moment, I thought he might yank me out of the bed, but he didn't.

Instead, he moved away abruptly and stood up. "You will have to prove it," he declared, his tone unwavering.

I didn't know how to prove my innocence, but was willing to do anything to clear my name and be on his good side. "I was the one driving the car," I announced with a gulp. "But the accident wasn't my fault. It was a truck that lost control and hit our car from mom's side of the door." I explained with my voice breaking.