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I know I am posting later than I should, but school is taking over my life and last week my dog got food poisoning and my grandma had to put her dog to sleep so it was a really sad and depressing week. Plus, this week I've gotten another cold which is really draining me. I am back though, and trying my best to write as much as I can.
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Song for this Chapter- The End of All Things by Panic! At the Disco
An Amazing Day
I flexed my hand as soon as Megan was finished taking the IV out of it, looking at the small bruise that was already forming in its place. It felt good to finally be getting out of this place. After four weeks of constantly being catered to I was ready to start doing things for myself again.
"Do you want me to help you get changed?" Megan asked as she took off her gloves. I shook my head immediately, knowing that I was more than capable of doing it myself. I had been walking by myself for a week and a half now, which didn't seem like much, but with two broken ribs it was a lot harder than you would think. One wrong step and I could end up breaking them all over again.
As I rummaged through my bag at the foot of the bed that Brady had brought here earlier, with Megan hovering close beside me, I pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Just the sight of them made my lips tug up into a smile. Normal clothes meant that I wouldn't have to be stuck wearing a gown anymore. Normal clothes meant I was one step closer to entering into a normal life.
When I finished changing I looked at myself in the mirror for a few minutes and thought about how much everything was about to change. I wasn't going to be forced to live with a monster; I was going to be living with the greatest people I've ever met in my life. Instead of scowling at my reflection I grinned back at it, reminding myself that everything was going to be ok. I didn't have to fear for my life anymore.
With the thoughts of my future still lingering in my head, I headed out of the bathroom. When I saw my mother standing beside the hospital bed I had been stuck in for a month everything in my head came to a standstill. I wasn't expecting her to come here, because she hadn't visited at all since I got here. I was secretly hoping she wouldn't visit me after the conversation we had.
I ignored her presence in the room as I neatly folded the hospital gown and set it on the top of the bed. I began searching through my bag for my brush so I could try to get rid of the bed head I've been stuck with for the past few weeks. Once I finally found it I pulled it out of the bag, causing one of my shirts to tumble onto the floor. I cursed myself silently because I knew I was unable to bend down and pick it up with the condition my ribs were in. My eyes stayed on the bag in front of me as she picked up the shirt and handed it to me. I grabbed it as quickly as possible and stuffed it back into my bag.
"Melody," her voice cracked, which made me wonder if she had actually been crying sometime prior to her coming here. Would I really care if she had been? I couldn't find it in me to say yes, "Are you really moving in with him?"
I glanced in her direction before I turned around and completely faced her, my arms immediately crossing over my chest, "It's not just him, his parents live there too," I said it specifically because I knew it would hurt her. After all the years of her hurting me I wanted to return the favor.
She bowed her head and took a few steps closer to me. She wanted to make things right with me and I knew that, but she would have to wait for me to let out all of the anger and hatred I felt towards her first before that could even become a possibility. Even though I wanted to leave her to wallow in her misery I didn't have a choice. I couldn't leave this hospital until I had done all the paperwork.
"I don't think it's a good idea," I rolled my eyes at her and turned back towards my bed, sitting on the edge of it and treating it as an anchor that would prevent me from lashing out at her, "I think you should come home with me. It will give us a chance to talk to each other…to sort everything-,"
"There's no way in hell I'm going back to that house," I glared at her.
She decided to sit on the bed right next to me which pissed me off even more. When she tried to grab my hand I quickly intertwined mine together before she could do it. She sighed heavily and cleared her throat before she began to stroke my hair instead. I wanted to slap her hand away, and I wanted to tell her to never touch me again, but it was as if someone had turned off my brain, preventing any signals to be sent to my limbs.
"I'm planning on moving out," she said, "I'm going to live with Marcus and I wanted you to live with the two of us."
"Marcus?" the name accidentally spilled out of my mouth. Just the thought of this guy's name made me want to vomit. I didn't think I had to ask her who he was; I already knew it was the prick that she was having an affair with. Unless she had some relative she was planning on moving in with that I never knew about.
"Yes," I could see her smiling out of the corner of my eye, "He's wanted to meet you for a while now. I think it would be good for the two of you to get to know each other, and for us to be a family."
I shook my head, and even though I did it she decided to grab my hand and hold it like I had just agreed that it was all a good idea, "I really don't want to meet the asshole who's taken precedence over me for who knows how long," I snatched my hand away from her and stood up from the bed, feeling a bit of pain as I did it. As I made my way towards the door she followed close behind.
"You're not being fair," she whined.
I spun on my heels, practically bumping right into her, "No, what's not fair is that I had to deal with that crazy bastard while you were living another life with Marcus," I spat the name out like it was poison, "It's not fair that I had to get shot because you chose to ignore me instead of being a mother to me. It's not fair that Noah never got to live the full life he deserved. I'm not the one being unfair, it's you who's being unfair to me. The one chance I have at a normal life and you want to take it away from me."
"You can live a normal life with me," she reached her hand out and tried to place it on my arm, but I took a step back and didn't allow her to do it, "I want to make things better."
Just before I could respond, Brady appeared in the doorway. I looked at him and immediately felt my tense muscles relax. He began shaking as soon as he saw my mother and I let out a calming breath so I could continue.
"Moving in with you won't make anything better. What would make things better is if you would just leave me alone."
I could see the tears begin to form in her eyes. I could see that she really truly meant what she said, and I wished that things were different so I could feel bad about treating her so horribly and I could accept her offer to live with her. The truth of it all was that I wasn't ready to do it. It took her her whole life to be ready to accept me as her daughter, and now she was going to have to wait for me to be ready to accept her as my mother.
"Melody," I didn't fight against her when she put both of her hands on my arms. It seemed that every time I tried to resist her she would just try harder. Brady growled from behind her and I gave him a stern look before I focused back on my mother, "I just want you to be happy."
I looked into her eyes and saw myself in her. I saw all of those days I cried after being beaten by that monster. I saw myself during those times when I would wonder why she never came home. I saw myself crying over the death of my brother. Seeing all of it only made me want to get rid of it, to get rid of her, even more.
"Living with Brady is what will make me happy," I admitted.
I couldn't stand to look at her anymore, so I set my eyes on Brady again, who looked a lot more anxious to get her out of here than I did. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. The pain appeared again and I awkwardly put my arms back around her, staring at Brady the whole time. He looked like he was ready to dive in and get me out of there, but he managed to resist the urge and stayed in his spot in the doorway.
"I love you Melody," she whispered in my ear, and it sent a chill through my body. It was the first time I had heard her say it to me, and even though I couldn't say it back it caused a ghost of a smile to appear on my lips. She pulled away from me a few beats later, her eyes sweeping over my face before she kissed my forehead and made her way out of the room.
Brady cleared a path for her and when she reached the spot he was standing in she stopped right in front of him, "Take care of her for me."
He nodded slowly, but his face was still contorted in anger. As I watched her silhouette disappear into the hallway I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Even though not everything was settled between the two of us I felt like I could leave this place knowing that there was a chance for me and my mom to reconnect. It might take a long time for me to become fully comfortable with the idea, but eventually we might be able to be on good terms.
Brady wrapped me in his arms only a second later and I felt my body melt right into his. I breathed in his scent and buried my face in his chest, feeling entirely relaxed now that all of that was out of the way. We stayed that way for a long time, only pulling apart when my doctor came into the room with the discharge paperwork.
Brady sat with me as I read and filled out each page, and I was nearly finished when his parents came into the room. It all became so surreal when they walked in. I was really going to be living with them, with Brady. Even though it was a bit nerve-racking I couldn't stop myself from smiling when they started telling me about how excited they were to have me move in. Their joy made me feel even better about the whole thing. I still felt like I would be burdening them by moving in, but they obviously didn't feel the same way. I felt more confident about all of it when I came to realize this.
When I finished signing my name at the bottom of the last piece of paper, I said my goodbyes to Megan and Dr. Kinley. Brady took my duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder, grinning at me as he took my hand in his.
"Let's go home," he kissed me on the cheek, leading us out of the room and onto my new life.
My heart was beating rapidly in anticipation as the three of us walked up the front steps. As Lori fumbled with the keys in her hand I looked to Brady who already had his eyes on me. He let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around my back instead. After she had unlocked the door I thought my heart might've stopped altogether. It was stupid to be feeling so anxious about stepping into a house I had been in a few times before. Now it was different. I wasn't a guest in this house anymore; I was a permanent resident.
When I first stepped into the open living room I took everything in as if it was the first time I was seeing everything. The light brown couch and love seat that were sitting in front of a small television. The emerald green walls that reminded me so much of the forest, the shelves full of old books that Brady told me his dad loved to read, and one new item I had never seen before. To the left of the entrance to the kitchen sat a beautiful console piano. The brown finish on the instrument told me it had been used before, and the few scratches on the wood gave its age away.
"Welcome home Melody," I looked at Lori and then at Henry, realizing they were both watching me carefully, probably wondering what was going through my head. Brady placed his lips on my temple for a second, which made my eyes go to him automatically.
"Brady put her bag in her room. We want to show her the piano," Henry said, obviously knowing what I was focusing on before. Brady rubbed his hand up and down my back before letting go of me and heading down the hallway. I felt goose bumps rise all over my skin, and I willed them to go away because he was going to be back in no time.
Lori grabbed my hand and led me over to where the beautiful piano resided, "Brady told us how much you loved to play the piano," we stopped right in front of it and I looked at both of them in awe when I realized that this was here for me, "When my mother died she left this with us. Unfortunately, none of us know how to play so it sat collecting dust in the basement. When we knew that you would be staying with us for sure we decided to bring it up here. We got someone to come in and tune it as well once we realized it wasn't supposed to sound the way it did. Maybe you can teach us how to play someday," the joy that was written all over her face caused a warm feeling to settle deep within me. It made the goose bumps disappear and made any doubts I had about how they felt about me wash away. This one gift they decided to give to me made me feel so loved.
"You didn't have to do this," I said, "you're already doing so much for me."
Brady reappeared behind me, his arm making its way around my back again, "They wanted to do it."
"We did," Henry reassured me, "we want you to be a part of the family Melody."
My lips twitched up into a smile that grew wider the longer I looked at the piano for. The only time I ever got to actually play was during my free period in school. My father would've killed me if I had ever thought of buying a keyboard or piano. Plus, there was no way we would be able to afford it. What with all of the money spent on alcohol, bail posts, and hospital bills. To be able to play this magnificent thing inside my new home was one of the greatest privileges I have ever received.
"Why don't you sit down?" Lori opened up the fall board and revealed the beautiful black and white keys. I nodded and took a seat at the bench, feeling all of their eyes on me. My fingers grazed over each key, and I let out a content sigh at the smooth feeling. Brady sat down beside me, his eyes sweeping over my face.
"Play something," he told me.
My hands immediately froze in place. I haven't ever really played for anyone. There were only three people who have heard me play, Noah, Connor, and Brady. I knew for a fact that I wasn't the best piano player there ever was. I had taught myself how to play years ago by watching videos online and buying books in the bookstore. My parents didn't even know I could play, and I'm sure if they did they wouldn't care to hear it. Now Brady wanted me to play something for all of them. I could handle one person watching me sure, but a whole audience analyzing my every move was a bit nerve-racking, especially when you add your boyfriend's parents into that audience.
Even though I was so unsure of what they would think, I placed my fingers over the correct keys for the first chord of a composition called Through the Mist. It was one of the first difficult songs I had taught myself how to play. My eyes closed as the music became the only thing I could hear anymore. I became lost in the sound, and everything around me no longer existed. In that instant I felt like I was a part of the music, like both me and the piano were one and the same.
I decided to stop halfway through the song, knowing that the second half always gave me trouble when I played it before. I let the last chord echo throughout the house before I opened my eyes again to see their reactions. All three of them were ogling me like I had just done something out of the ordinary. I didn't know whether I should take this as a good or bad sign.
Brady put his arm around me and pulled me into his side while I was staring at his parents to try and figure out what they were thinking. Both of them stood there silently for a little while and Brady just kept staring at the side of my face in that adoring way that always made me blush.
"I told you she was great," I looked up at his face and he winked back at me, which caused me to grin.
"But you didn't tell us how great," Lori said, her eyes flickering between Brady and me, "You have an amazing talent."
"Thank you," I replied, my voice soft and timid. I had always found it hard to accept any sort of compliments shot my way. This time was no exception.
"You're the next Mozart," Henry added.
I chuckled and shook my head, "I doubt that."
"I'm sure you could be just as good," he went over to the bookcase across the room, searching the shelves while Lori and Brady let out long and exaggerated sighs. I'm guessing he did this quite a lot from their reaction. I didn't mind it at all though; actually I think the two of us had something in common. We both loved books. When he found what he was looking for he walked back over with a sly grin on his face, handing me a small book with a dark blue cover.
"The Musical Dialogue," I read over the title, looking back at Henry who was watching me curiously.
"It's about three of the best composers who ever lived. I read it a few years ago on a whim, and it really changed the way I looked at classical music."
I nodded and sent a smile his way, "I'll definitely have to read it then."
"Make sure you do," he bounced on his heels like he was really counting on it. I didn't know anyone could get so excited over making a simple book suggestion. Brady really wasn't kidding when he said his dad had a passion for anything and everything that has to do with books.
"Come on Henry, we have to start making dinner," Lori grabbed her husband by the arm, giving him a small peck on the cheek. Brady groaned in disgust and I elbowed him in the side even though I knew it wouldn't have any sort of effect on him, "Brady go show Melody her room and help her unpack her things."
He nodded and stood up from the bench, reaching his hand out towards me. I placed my hand in his and we headed out of the living room and down the hallway, "I'm really getting my own room?" I asked, still a bit surprised by the fact that Brady's dad decided to give up his office so I would have a place to say.
"Yes you are," he looked down at me with a smirk tugging on his lips, "I would much rather you just stay in my room with me, but my mom doesn't really trust me to be alone with you all night."
I blushed profusely, turning my head so he couldn't see my flushed cheeks. When we reached the end of the hallway he stopped and faced me, obviously noticing what I was trying desperately to hide. His hand rested gently on my cheek and I leaned into his palm, keeping my eyes on the ground. He reeled me in towards him with his free hand so I was flush up against his chest, his fingers grasping my hip.
"You're really trying not to look at me aren't you?" he asked, chuckling after I shrugged in response. I didn't want to openly admit my embarrassment at his previous statement, because I knew exactly what his mother was getting at. Even though I loved Brady with everything I had I didn't know if I would be ready to let things go in that direction just yet. I had never been with anyone in that sort of way before, and if I had to lose my virginity to anyone Brady would definitely be the one I would choose. I just needed a bit of time before that could happen.
"Melody," he whispered, stroking his thumb along my cheek, "I've told you before that I won't pressure you to do anything you don't want to do."
"I know," I finally managed to meet his eyes.
He kissed my forehead before responding, "I don't want you to think that I was implying anything by what I said. We don't have to try anything until you're ready. I'll wait forever if I have to, as long as you're happy I'm happy, alright?"
I nodded, knowing that he really meant what he said and feeling more reassured of how far his love for me really went. Most guys would do the exact opposite of what Brady was doing. They would drop the girl as soon as she admitted that she wasn't quite ready. I was proud to say that my boyfriend wasn't anything like those other guys, which is one of the main reasons why I loved him so much.
He kissed me chastely on the lips and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders so I wouldn't fall over, which caused the book in my hand to fall to the floor. When he pulled away I was left wanting more, but I knew that would have to wait until later.
"You know you're not really going to have your own room. I'll be sneaking in every night just to be with you," Brady bent down and picked up the book I had dropped, and we walked over to the last door on the right side of the hallway.
"I'll be waiting patiently for you," I said, smiling up at him. He chuckled and wrapped his hand around the door knob, keeping his eyes on me as he twisted open the door and revealed my new room.
It took a minute for me to build up enough courage to look inside. When I caught sight of everything my eyes widened in amazement. I had expected a basic room with just a bed and a standard dresser, but what I saw was the exact opposite of what I was expecting. Each of the walls was painted in a beautiful teal blue, one of my favorite colors. There was a queen sized bed up against the left wall, which was covered in a bedspread that had a striped pattern of white and teal on it. A window right above the bed let in the light from the outside, and a string of white lights were strewn around the whole ceiling of the room. There was a small desk that stood right across from the bed, and on top of it were two pictures, one of me and Brady and another that was a picture of me and my brother. I recognized it as the picture I had stuffed in my bag when I had packed it weeks ago. There was a dresser set up next to the closet, which was a bit bigger than the one in my old room, and three white shelves had been screwed into the wall above it. I could already see a few books on the shelves along with a couple music books. My eyes were suddenly drawn to the green bracelet that was sitting on the side table next to the bed. I looked behind me at Brady and walked over to it, immediately putting it on my wrist where it would reside for as long as I had it. I didn't even realize that I had left it here until now, and looking at the beautiful beads reminded me of the day Brady had given it to me.
"Do you like it?" he asked, looking hopeful.
I took in the room one more time, my vision becoming blurred from the tears that were trying to escape, "I really do. I just can't believe you all put so much work into it." I looked out the window, which revealed the beautiful trees of the forest I have grown to love. As the tears began to roll down my cheeks I smiled. Everything was so perfect in this home, and I felt lucky to be given the chance to live with these amazing people. Before my life was full of disappointment and false hope, and I can say with confidence that all of that is gone now.
"Just seeing the look on your face right now makes it all worth it," he walked up behind me, grabbing my waist and turning me around. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight, knowing that none of this would've been made possible if it weren't for him.
"Thank you," I whispered, laying my head in the crook of his neck. He rested his chin on the top of my head and let out a content sigh, "This has turned out to be the best day I've had in a really long time."
"It's only going to get better from here," my eyes made their way up to his face and I placed my palm on the side of his face, standing on my toes so I was nearly eye level with him. I kissed him fully on the lips and he lifted me so that my feet were no longer touching the ground. The movement made it easier to move my lips against his, and I instantly deepened the kiss once I came to the realization. He slipped his tongue into my mouth which caused me to let out a soft moan. My hands made their way to the back of his neck as the sparks ran their course throughout my entire body. When I came up for air Brady trailed tons of kisses down my neck, stopping just at the top of my collarbone. I buried my face into his shoulder and placed a kiss on the warm skin there.
He let his lips linger on my neck for a bit longer before he pulled away and practically carried me over to the bed, lying me down lightly on top of the comforter. He walked to the other side of the bed and laid beside me, pulling me close to him again as soon as his body hit the fabric. Our hands intertwined and I stared up at the ceiling as I attempted to regain my breath.
"I love you Melody," he said.
I grinned and turned so I was lying on my left side and had a clear view of every part of him, "I love you too," I ran my hand along his abdomen until it reached his rock hard peck. His heart thudded against my palm and his ragged breaths fanned over my forehead. We laid there in silence for a long time, the only sort of sound coming from the kitchen where Brady's parents were cooking. It was a nice thing to hear compared to the screaming that constantly reverberated throughout my old home. I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy the fact that Brady and I didn't have to hide our relationship here. We could lay like this for hours without the fear of my father walking in on us hanging over our heads. Well, over my head at least. Brady never really seemed to care if my father found out about him. The scratches on his wrists proved that to me.
The thought of that led me to think about Brady being a shape shifter. We've never really talked about it together before. I mean I knew the basics thanks to the guys, but the details were something he had left out. I didn't know if it was because he thought I was uncomfortable with all of it or because we just never got the chance. I decided that now was as good a time as any to bring up the topic.
"What does it feel like when you…phase?" it felt weird to ask the question, and I felt Brady's breathing stop for a moment after I had asked. I opened my eyes and met his gaze. He rutted his brows in confusion and didn't answer me like I thought he would, "What? I want to know. I don't think your parents can hear us in here if that's what you're worried about."
"It's not," he shook his head, "I just wasn't expecting you to ask that."
I smiled at him, kissing him lightly on the cheek before I spoke, "I can handle you turning into a wolf Brady. It might've taken me a while to fully embrace it, but I am. I'm also warming up to the idea of being your soul mate. It's sounding much more appealing to me."
He laughed and rested his forehead against mine, "I'm glad, because I've been questioning it ever since you woke up."
I suddenly felt terrible about the way I had acted the day he had told me what he was. If I hadn't run away like I did then the three weeks we had been apart wouldn't have existed. Brady wouldn't have had to question whether or not I could accept this side of him. If I could go back and change my behavior I would, "I'm sorry," I mumbled.
"You don't have to be sorry. If things didn't turn out the way they did then we might not have ever gotten the chance to be where we are now. You might still be stuck in that house."
I nodded, realizing that he was completely right. If I had accepted it all right away then we wouldn't be sitting here. I would probably be dreading another night full of screaming and bruises while Brady would be sneaking into my room at night to try and protect me from the monster that was the cause of all of it. None of that really appealed to me at the moment, "That's probably true."
He took a deep breath and brought us back to the previous subject, "So you want to know what it feels like when I phase?" I bobbed my head up and down, giving him my full and undivided attention. He pursed his lips and gazed at the wall across the room, obviously thinking hard about how he would it explain it to me. I waited patiently until he was ready to talk, "When I first phased it felt like every bone in my body had been broken. It was probably the worst pain I've ever been in," I winced at the thought of him having to go through that experience, "after a while it got much easier, and now I'm at a point where I barely feel anything when I do it."
"Were you scared when it happened?" the sunlight coming from the window above our heads illuminated Brady's face. My heart nearly skipped a beat from how handsome he looked in that moment, and I became captivated by every perfect feature of his face. The slight scowl that was on his lips had me wondering what he was thinking, and the distant look in his brown eyes let me know that he was getting lost in his memories that my question had brought on.
"I was terrified," he confessed, looking at me for a moment before he set his eyes on the wall again, "I thought I was going insane, that I was hallucinating. I mean what else was I supposed to think when I kept hearing voices in my head? I was only thirteen when it happened, and when Sam explained what I was I wanted nothing to do with it. Once I phased back I ran home and kept myself locked in my room for the rest of the day. When my parents came knocking on my door I ignored them, thinking they would send me away if they found out that I was crazy," I slid my arm around his stomach and he rested his hand on top of my forearm to try to comfort him in some way, "The anger I felt was constant, and I fought against the wolf inside of me for as long as I could. The next day it had overpowered me and I phased right in my own room. Sam was in my head again, letting me know that he understood that I was scared, that they had all been scared when they first phased. It took a lot of convincing for me to finally come to terms with the fact that I wasn't completely human."
"So how did you phase back without them seeing you?" I watched my hand as it rose and fell with each breath he took.
"All of them devised a plan to get my parents out of the house. Once they were gone, Sam and Paul came in and helped me figure out how to calm down so I could phase. It took about two hours for me to finally be able to do it."
"I can't even imagine how hard it must have been," I said, "you were so young."
He sighed and kissed the top of my head, "It helped to have Collin go through it with me. After a while it all became second nature to me."
"You're strong," I settled into the crook of his arm, "much stronger than me."
"That's not true," he said softly, "you've fought tougher battles than I have."
I didn't want to think about my battles. I just wanted to focus on him right now. My battles needed to stay stowed away in the back of my mind, "Have you fought against vampires before?" the words came out much quieter than I had intended them to. I guess it was because the thought of vampires actually scared me. Even though they were considered to be just as supernatural as werewolves, they were predators while the wolves were nearly harmless. I had learned that vampires were exactly as they had been portrayed in various horror movies, with the exception of burning in the sunlight. They had the ability to drain you dry and their one sworn enemy was the wolves. I couldn't bear the thought of Brady having to fight one of them, I was asking the question hoping that he would say no.
Unfortunately his answer made me feel sick, "I've killed a few of them before with the help of the pack. That one night when Connor got drunk I had killed the bloodsucker that was following him. That was the first one I've ever killed by myself." My eyes widened and I swallowed the huge lump that had begun to form in my mouth. Brady chuckled when he caught sight of me, "You don't have to worry about me getting hurt Mel. I was built to kill these things."
A chill ran up and down my spine despite the fact that I was surrounded by Brady's warmth, "That doesn't make it any better. God, now I'm only going to worry more."
"You don't have to worry," he grinned at me, trying to lighten the mood.
"Isn't that why you patrol though? So none of the…bloodsuckers?" he nodded in approval at the term, "…bloodsuckers make it onto the reservation. Something bad could happen. They could kill you."
"Thanks for the confidence booster," he was trying to make it into a joke, but I didn't understand how he could do it when he knew I was completely serious about it. His smile didn't falter when he saw my serious expression, which made me wonder why he didn't seem nearly as concerned about his safety as I was.
"I mean it Brady. I don't know what I would do if you got hurt," I clutched him tighter as if it would prevent him from ever going after one of those things again.
"I won't get hurt. I can promise you that," his nails tickled my skin as he moved his hand back and forth on my arm to try and soothe me, "I don't want to be without you just as much as you don't want to be without me."
"So, you'll be careful?" I peered up at his face, realizing that the sun was nearly finished setting for the night. We had obviously been talking a lot longer than I thought we were.
"I'll be careful," he locked eyes with me and smiled, "Just as long as I have you to come home to I'll be careful."
My death grip on his stomach loosened a bit at his comforting words. Even though I highly disliked the idea of him ever having to come face to face with a vampire I knew there was nothing I could do about it. According to the legends, the shape shifter's purpose was to protect the people on the reservation from the vampires. I guess I would just have to try to trust that Brady wouldn't do anything stupid to get himself hurt.
After we sat there in the quiet for a while, Brady's parents called us for dinner. Lori had made lemon pasta with perfectly seasoned chicken. It was one of the best meals I've ever eaten, and to Brady's delight I managed to fit a second helping of it into my stomach. Once we finished eating, Brady and I washed and dried the dishes before we went upstairs and unpacked my things. It didn't take us long since I only had one duffel bag full, and after all of my clothes were hung up I went to the bathroom to try and wash myself off.
After sponging every part of my body I still felt extremely grimy. There was nothing I wanted more than to jump into the shower and properly clean myself. For four weeks I've had to deal with this sort of routine. This was the first time I had to do it by myself, and now I regret not asking Megan for more instructions on how to do it properly. She was actually able to make me feel a bit clean, but I just felt like I had accomplished nothing.
Brady came into the bathroom once I gave him permission and I blushed a bit when he scanned over the simple tank top and baggy sweatpants I was wearing as pajamas for the night. Even though he told me I looked beautiful I couldn't find it in me to fully accept the compliment. We talked for a little while as he lathered my hair in shampoo, trying to be as gentle as he possibly could. The rinsing was the hardest part. I had to try my best not to bend over the sink too much while Brady poured a cup of water over my head. It was difficult, but we surprisingly finished the task without making too much of a mess.
We said our goodnights to each other and went into our respected rooms, and I was currently lying in my new bed staring up at the ceiling. I couldn't fall asleep, but that was mainly because I had too much going through my mind and couldn't get my brain to calm down. I went through every part of my day, smiling the whole time. I knew that I didn't have to worry about what would happen tomorrow. I didn't have to wonder if I would end up with another bruise. There was no need for that now. No one was going to hurt me here.
A light knock on the door made my thoughts fade into the back of my mind. Brady's tall frame was standing in the doorway, and I sat up on my elbows as I tried to make out his face in the darkness of the room, "I was wondering when you would come in here," I scooted over so I was on the left side of the bed instead of the middle of it.
"I thought it would be best if I waited until I knew my parents were asleep for sure," he practically tiptoed over to the bed and I laughed at his attempt at being quiet. When he plopped himself down onto the mattress he immediately pulled me up against his bare chest and I buried my face into his skin, "You're a lot more awake than you should be."
"I have too much on my mind to sleep," I openly admitted.
"Bad things?" he voice was laced with concern.
I shook my head, "I was just thinking about the amazing day I had today."
He began playing with my hair and I closed my eyes in hopes that his presence would help my mind settle down, "I'm glad it was an amazing day."
"Me too," I sighed in content.
Silence filled the room after that and I was sure that meant that Brady was going to let me fall asleep. So I tried my best to clear my head of any thoughts and let the darkness grab a hold of me. The steady rhythm of Brady's heart helped lull me into a mindless state, and it wasn't until I felt Brady's hand stop stroking my hair that I realized he wasn't going to sleep just yet.
"I think we should go to the house tomorrow," he said.
As soon as I was able to process the words my eyes opened wide and I became fully alert. I lifted my head so I could get a better look at him and my jaw clenched, "What?" I responded incredulously.
"I know you probably don't want anything to do with that place, but you need to get the rest of your things. I think it would be best if we just did it as soon as possible so we could let go of that place once and for all."
I laid my head back on his chest, trying to rid myself of the sleep I was craving so I could find some way to reply to his suggestion. He was right to say that I didn't want anything to do with that house. Going back there would make me think of things I was trying to forget about, and I didn't want to ruin the happiness I had been feeling throughout this whole day just so I could get the rest of my belongings. It kind of shocked me that he would suggest something like this, because I was sure that Brady hated that place as much, if not more, as I did.
"We don't have to. We can wait," he said in response to my silence.
I still didn't know what to say to him, and as I thought of everything that could possibly go wrong while we were there some sort of light bulb went off in my head. I went back to the day I had been shot, when I got to see Noah again. He showed me a key that would open something underneath his bed in his room. That something contained the answers I needed to fully be able to come to terms with his death.
It was the one and only thing that I would willingly go back there for, the one thing I desperately needed. So I swallowed my fears and bobbed my head up and down, "Ok," I agreed, "Let's do it."
"Are you sure?" he searched my face for any hint of doubt, but he wouldn't be able to find any because I had no doubt that I would go back there to get my answers. Not even the possibility of being hit by a million and one terrifying memories would get me to back down now.
I'm sure," I said, placing my palm on the side of his face before I brought our lips together for a brief kiss, "I'm one hundred percent sure."
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