Chapter 65: Bottled feelings

Ameerae's POV

When he had left, I desired to call him back. To embrace him, to feel him up close but then my grief wouldn't let me.

It was so hard to believe he'd have someone else. What was I thinking? That a vampire would have a heart.

I slammed the door and folded my arms, quite stressed and distressed. It was bemusing that I had to through series of thoughts.

First it was my relationship life with dameon and now, Luca doesn't make things any better.

I felt like shedding tears. My wolf recoils as she licked her paws and growl. 

She had wished to scratch that face of his but then, we just had to keep put.

When he had told me he was leaving, it felt as though a part of me had left.

He didn't seem apologetic about the situation. He'd just do as he pleases and that's something I couldn't fanthom for.

How pathetic I felt, thinking of him. I was staring at the items before me, I didn't even like them.

He was bad at colors. I purposely didn't spare him a glance as the anger in me fuels with the thought of last night.

I wonder what that girl would feel like, as though she had the world in her hands. Lucas was someone every lady would want to spend time with.

Tears brew in my eyes, perhaps, I was just unfortunate in love. I felt exhausted and nausea, glowering at the unwrapped presents before me.

It was obvious I had an undecided opinion about the whole scenario.

To be sincere, I was still in shock and trying so hard to digest the situation.

I felt abashed that he didn't follow me up last night or stop me and explain.

Possibly, the blame might be point form to me that I didn't give him a chance.

However, he could create chances. His act only grew hatred for him and for a moment, I felt I'd just take it out on him.

I didn't know why I was feeling this way but I wanted to stop him, to make him realize that I never mind.

He was sincere and I was sure he meant it. Exhausted, I opened the door, intending to take a peek at what he prepared.

At least, it shouldn't be a waste. I paced slowly downstairs again only to be greeted by the sullen face Anneliese.

She was stuffing herself with breakfast he prepared. It got me jinxed as I scoffed unbelievably.

She seems to be enjoying herself, her cheeks flushes red as thud her palms on the table.

"So romantic, I can't believe he'd prepared this for me" she commented and I knew she said those lines on purpose.

Certainly to piss me off. I exhaled softly with a frown as jealous flushes through me. I pretended as though I was pacing towards the kitchen but her voice called me back.

"Hey, Ameerae, I thought I wouldn't see you again" she mutters with a friendly smile at me. I gulped hard and took a calculative step backward.

She was creeping me out and I wished to punch her on the face. Her voice irks me and shit, I couldn't bare it anymore.

My claws were out but I conceal them behind my nightgown, feeling nausea and weak.

"Oh, if it's not Anneliese right? It's no one else" I responded faking a smile as she scoffed at me.

I drew closer to the refrigerator, to get some jerky. Something I could vent my anger on. From her act, it's obvious she's telling me that Lucas was hers.

"How was your night"

"Don't act as though you're concerned" I snapped and she kept a forlorn look at me.

"Don't blame me, it's my nature" she replied and I sneered at her wanting to leave and get consumed in my loneliness.

"Mind joining me at the dining?" She asked shyly gesturing to me with her hands. To be sincere, I only stared at her, bemused and lost for words.

She was trying to act friendly which strucks me hard but then, I must I wouldn't fall for that.

I cleared my throat and faked a smile.

"Thanks for the invite but I'd just...stick to this" I replied shoving the jerky over her face. She adjusted herself on the seat, rolled her eyes with an expression of contempt and then folded her lips.

It seems as though she was perplexed at my unfriendly remarks. She was pissing me off and I couldn't help but say, i'd stick to being alone in my room.

"Okay, but it's really delicious" she complimented yet finding it hard to swallow the food.

Her eyes sold her off. She still hadn't digested the bacons and just want someone to bail her out of that dining table.

She was a fucking liar, my wolf and I knows Lucas is a bad cook and no matter how in love anyone was with him, they couldn't bare eating his meal.

"Okay, enjoy while it last" I concluded and walked out on her.

I stride upwards the stares but her voice made me halt.

"Don't waste your time() you'd never gain his love because he intends on getting rid of you"

Her voice was cold, it wasn't sweet, calm and serene as her pretty face. Her words hits me hard.

I gave her no response and headed for my room. It took a while for me to get over her words. I promised myself not to shed a tear for any man.

My experience with dameon had thought me to be brave. However, I was heavy at heart, sweaty and thirsty.

Leaned on my door and limply sat on the floor, crouch my body and dive into an ocean of memories.

The sadness in me engulfed that it broke me into shattered walls. It seems as though I was trapped in it.

Nevertheless, the only thing I thought of was surviving.

Languorously, I stood up and paced towards the bathroom to wash up. It was an exhausting day and I haven't really come off the fact that he'd be ditching me soon.