Attending a Vampire School

Chapter 18: Going Against Carson

❝Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.❞ | H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

♕ SAIGE ♕

My mind felt clouded as I slowly made my way downstairs. Each step made my physically exhausted body ache in protest. There was this gross taste in my mouth like I had forgotten to brush my teeth last night.

There was a loud bang from the kitchen as I jumped off the last step. "Mother? Are you awake?"

My voice came out hoarse and I cringed after I called out. I turned the corner when I heard no reply and yawned rather unladylike. My eyes threatened to close shut any second and I felt my body begin to sway as I walked down the hallway.

I can only blame Reece for my complete physical exhaustion this morning. After disrupting my pumpkin painting to question me about avoiding him, I was so scared my hands were shaking. There was this hateful emotion behind his crimson orbs, unlike Carson's.

Reece's were darker, vengeful almost.

Pain smacked me in the face and I instantly took a wobbly step back. I hissed as I rubbed my throbbing forehead, glaring at the wooden frame I somehow managed to run into. I think my low energy levels may be the death of me today.

"Saige? What was that noise?" Now my mother decided to call out to me.

I peeked my head around the frame, seeing my mother literally standing five feet away from me in the kitchen. "Oh, you know. Just my fat head smacking into the archway frame."

"Well, you do have a fat head." She chuckled lightly and I glared at her back.

I despise how she agrees with my sarcasm so easily. It's too early in the morning for me to be questioning whether I really have a fat head or not. I barely got a wink of sleep last night thanks to that ass Reece. I didn't finish till nearly midnight and Waverly was glaring at me the whole time for 'holding up progress'.

I heard a small sniffle and returned my attention to my mother, who had decided to turn around and face me. "Are you crying?"

"No, of course not." She frantically tried to hide her red face, wiping her arm over her puffy eyes.

I stepped into the kitchen, concern and worry taking over my features. My physical exhaustion pushed to the back of my mind as I was now suddenly alert. My mother only cries when I cry, or over some stupid television show ending.

"What's wrong? Is it because you're leaving for your trip today?" I suddenly remembered that today was Saturday. "Don't worry, I'll be fine—"

"Are you sure?" My mother interrupted and I was taken back by her sudden seriousness. "Are you absolutely sure you'll be fine on your own?"

Her question stunned me, she had never been serious about leaving me alone. "Yeah, I mean you'll only be gone a couple days."

My heart dropped so fast when I saw her reaction. She turned her head, her brown eyes filled with pain. I didn't understand why she had such an expression on her face. The only explanation that I could muster was that she knew about vampires.

That was impossible. Then again, vampires were supposedly mythical.

"Saige, I want you to promise me something." My mother's tears were dried and she made her way toward me until she was right in front of me. "Promise me, no matter what, you'll stay my strong little girl." She smoothed down my unruly mess of dark bed-hair.

As I looked into her gentle eyes, I felt my heart shatter. Her words, they had such a sad sound to them. Like a song reaching the end of its melody. My own eyes began to burn and I didn't think it was possible to cry so early in the morning.