Chapter 27

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Or what I thought was my father, only to discover the person looking back at me was myself. I leap at the mirror trying to look intently at myself.

Marcus head snaps up and stands in attack position, he grabs my forearm and turns me around so I collide with his hard shirtless back as he stands protectively in front of me.
Even though I enjoy this position I snatch my arm out his hand and stare into the mirror.

"Rose what the hell? what's wrong?!" He ask still looking around the bathroom, I can't tear my eyes away from the mirror

His eyes, my eyes all in the same. He would come home almost every night with the eyes I'm looking at right now, the same red blood shot eyes that now I have. I am him, I keep repeating to myself, over and over, I drank and now I'm turning into him after I said I never would. Millions and millions of memories come back to me, I go to punch the mirror not wanting to see my eyes like this but Marcus's hand comes up to mine in a heart beat, my hand just an inch away from the mirror. He pulls my wrist back and I fall to the floor, I break out in sobs again. How could I do this after I knew what alcohol does to people.

"Rose" Marcus says bending down fast and holding me "what's wrong? what happened?" he ask in a hurry, brushing the loose strands of hair out of my face

"I'm him, I'm exactly like him!!" I scream and bury my head in his chest

"Who Rose who?!" He asks stroking my uninjured cheek

"My father" I say realizing I have never spoken to Marcus about my father, I hardly speak to anyone about him

He stays quiet, probably wondering what I'm talking about. I'm tired of crying I've cried all night, I want some peace, some rest. Every time he hit, punched, cussed me out, cut me, and kicked me comes rolling back to me and I continue to cry.
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I don't even realize that I have fallen asleep with tears still in my eyes until I feel myself being lifted and carried, I can't even move. My body and mind won't let me, I feel paralyzed from exhaustion. I am placed on a fluffy comforter and silk sheets with a warm cover placed over me. The light source that was on the side of me is turned off and darkness surrounds me.

I curl up to the pillow and inhale his scent causing me to smile sleepily. I feel warm lips come up to my forehead and press lightly staying there from a moment

"Goodnight Rose...I love you" he whispers in my ear

I don't have time to think about what he said or try to realize the meaning of his words; I fall back to a deep, much needed sleep.

Marcus's POV
I listen to her sobs as they calm along with her slowing heart rate letting me know she has finally fallen asleep. I didn't want to put her to sleep, being the selfish vampire I am I wanted to spend time with her even if it was listening to her cry, I was at least here to protect her.

One of the worst feelings ever is hearing your mate cry out in pain. I wish I could fix it and erase it from her mind and I could if I wanted to, which I do but it would be wrong without her permission.

I wipe the tears off her makeup stained eyes and cheeks. What could her father have done that made her like that? It was obvious she wanted to be nothing like him. One day I'll know the reason and if he harmed her in any way...I will find him and kill him with my bare hands.

I lift her sleeping body and carry her to my bedroom. I lay her down on the silk sheets and pull the covers over her. She has a small smile on her face as she takes a deep breath, even though her hair is messy and her makeup smeared partially covering the yellow green bruise on her cheek...she still manages to look absolutely beautiful.

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