This was it. This was the death of the mystery person and it would be known by the end of the week who it was that was to die from destruction. Rebecca had begun to stay at the house with Daemon and it wasn't like we didn't have the spare room for her so we came to a mutual understanding that she'd stay as long as she wanted.
Daemon had often left home for hours on end so it didn't bother him any when it came to the sex Rebecca and I had. The chill filled the house that night and she sat nrar the fireplace, watching the fire, trying to stay warm. She decided that she should stay with us for awhile that way she would be closer to me if I needed her. And I DID need her. Needed her blood and her body.
Rebecca was happy to do anything I wanted her too, needed her too. She gave me a break from the normal Simping I had been doing for so long now. Have me a freedom that I hadn't gotten used to yet. A freedom that I deserved. I let myself foen for too long and it was my time to start treating myself better. Loving myself. For once, really loving myself. And I couldn't let anyone disappoint me anymore so I had to take MY life into MY hands.
The fall time began to get cold quite quickly and I tried not to think of how much colder I would become because of it. The physical cold I already had was matched with an even colder chill and it did honestly scare me. I wasn't sure what Rebecca would think or what my own brother would think but then again, I knew he felt the same way as I did. The cold seemed to deep deeper into our immortal bones and create such pain that nothing would ease it.
Having to fight back the tears in my eyes because of how hurt I was sremed almost impossible in this moment. It brought me back to when my dad left. I had to ask Daemon after awhile," He's not coming, is he," and his response wasn't the wrong one. He said," Probably not, buddy," and held me, comforted me. My time of beed was one that I honestly didn't know that I would get.
Even being a brtter kid than most, it didn't help much. I still kept getting so disappointed by people and it made me hate myself for trustong them enough to believe they were heroes. That they could be heroes to me without complications. I had to bite down tears and pretend like I was fine with it and I really wasn't. I needed to get a shower and clear my head and that's what I did, I got in the shower and I just let myself cry the pain out of my heart as much as I could. And in that moment, I felt like I was going to be stuck for a long time. Stuck Forever.
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Mystery / ThrillerTate Embers was a teenager when he was already dealing with the dislike of most everyone he came into contact with. His childhood was seriously ruining his life.and then one day, he discovers himself.. Somewhat.. Violently Icy- Tate's POV
