Bad Decisions

Pest in his bed

Kassie

After my parents’ death, I shut off my emotions. All but anger, that is. I didn’t have much of a choice. Vultures sense weakness, and I was anything but weak.

Obviously, I’m a living being. I still felt emotion. On a rare occasion, I would feel complete happiness and smile a genuine smile or cry at the overwhelming sense of sorrow. But as the years went on, it got easier not to show them. I let myself be ruled by my anger instead.

That was until today.

Micah was hurt. Because of me.

He was fine. I saw that he was fine. But it didn’t do much to loosen the knots in my tummy.

What if my best friend had been killed by the as.shole hunter while protecting me? He might’ve been strong, but he wasn’t invincible. Immortal, yes, but only until someone strong enough came along and caused enough permanent damage. How could I have lived with myself if something happened that he couldn’t have healed from? How could I continue on, completely alone?

I don’t think I could have.

When we were done with dinner, I had followed Micah to his room, the one adjacent to mine, demanding he tell me what happened to him.

He hadn’t answered, of course, but had slipped into the bed. The exhaustion was plain on his face, dark circles lined under his eyes. It wasn’t long before his eyes got visibly heavy and began to droop close.

“Micah!” I had hissed, causing his eyes to snap back open. “Tell me what happened!”

He groaned, as if I was just a pest in his bed. “Kassie, knock it off. It doesn’t matter now. It’s over. The bi.tch is dead,” he muttered sleepily.

“Who?!”

I couldn’t fathom who had the audacity to hurt my friend, but I would find a way to raise her from the dead and kill her myself. No one hurt my friend and got away with it. He was all I had, and although he could take care of himself, I would never let it happen if I could do something about it.

“Don’t know. Don’t care. Dead, remember?”

“Micah…” I pushed. It hadn’t settled the nerves in me.

“Kassandra,” Micah warned, his voice low and dangerous, seeming more awake. “I haven’t slept in days. Sh.it, probably a week. You just slept for three days straight, probably sleeping off whatever stupid sh.it you were doing. Let me sleep. Otherwise, I may just strangle you until you do.”

I gasped at him. Three days?!

“You refused help for three days?! You mor.on—!”

That’s when he abruptly lifted his shirt, showcasing that there was nothing but smooth skin over his lean muscle. Not a scratch or mark on him. I tried not to stare too long. The man had a perfect fuc.king body, even if it was clear he had lost weight. He already looked like he was starting to fill back out.

“I’m fine, Kassandra. See? Same thing with my back. Now stop worrying and go to bed.”

But I was stubborn and I didn’t want to leave. I contemplated asking him if I could stay in his room while he slept, but before I could, he stood up with a sigh.

“What are you doing?” I asked, furrowing my brow.

He leaned forward, towards where I was sitting in the middle of the bed. Without an explanation, he pulled me closer to him. I gasped, caught off guard. What the hell was he doing?! He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder roughly, knocking the wind out of me.

“What the hell!”

He marched towards the adjoining bathroom with his long legs, using it as a shortcut to get into my room. He quickly threw me on the bed. I bounced from the impact before settling deep into the cloud-like bed.

I should’ve been mad at him for manhandling me like that, but—for f**k’s sake—I liked it. I couldn’t deny I enjoyed a strong man, and he just showcased his strength.

He stood over me, with his dominating presence, his expression hard to read.

“I swear, if I had handcuffs, Kass, I would be cuffing your ass to this bed.” As if that was a punishment. “So be a good girl for once and stay out of trouble. Better yet, stay in this bed while I'm sleeping.”

“Or what?”

He smirked, his eyes darkening dangerously. He was challenging me to go against him. We both knew I would.

“I guess you’ll find out, won’t you?”

I was tempted to go against his demand just to see what he was willing to do. No one, not even Micah, told me what to do. It only made me want to do the opposite.

So after he stormed out, I was left with my own thoughts, tossing and turning for hours. I was antsy and, frankly, I was kind of turned on.

And before anyone can accuse me of having conflicting feelings for my bestie, it wasn’t like that. But I am a girl that can appreciate a fine looking man. And, damn, Micah was one of the finest.

So I was sexually frustrated. Give me a break. I couldn’t help it. It was in my nature. Vampires were naturally super freaks. I was no exception, and it had been too long.

A normal individual would be wallowing in their guilt and reflecting on what they did. Not me.

I did wallow for a little while. I wasn’t heartless. I cared. But the moment Micah pulled his little stunt tossing me out of his room, other emotions were stirring in me that just didn’t seem to want to rest. A small voice in the back of my mind urged me to go back in there, challenge him. See if he could handle my own brand of punishment. More than anything I wanted to kick his ass.

The clock read 3:45 am and I released a groan. Sleep wasn’t happening and I was done trying. I slipped off the bed and out of the room.

“f***k your punishment,” I mumbled quietly to Micah’s door. He could try his worst. I could take it, and give it back tenfold. He knew that.

I followed the same staircase that led down, and I was thankful that it didn’t groan under my light steps. I could handle whatever Micah would dish out, but not sober. From there, I made my way into the kitchen with only one thing in mind.

Where’s the booze?