Fallen (Fallen 1)
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Chapter Thirteen: Home
He kissed me on the lips again. I felt the spark ignite all through my body. My soul felt lighter and happier.
“I really missed you.” I said again.
“I really missed you too. Now that I’ve found you I don’t want to be without you.” He said smiling his eyes twinkling.
“I don’t want to be without you either.”
We walked towards the house side by side.
“How was my mom?” I asked casually even though I was cringing on the inside.
“She was uh . . . hungry and angry.” He said.
“Why was she angry?” I asked starting up the stairs.
Jonathon slowed to match my pace and gave me a significant look.
“Oh, me,” I said looking down at my shoes.
. “I’m sorry. She’ll go back to being her normal self. I promessa.” He said stopping and pulling me to him.
His strong arms comforted me. I felt protected.
“I’m okay.” I said, trying to convince myself more than to reassure him.
“Are you sure? I know this has to be hard.”
“Mhmm. I’m sure.”
We started back up the ancient stone steps again. My stomach chose now to growl.
“I got you some food,” Jonathon said, clearly proud of himself.
“Yeah, Diana told me,” I said.
“I can make you something,” He offered.
“You can cook?” I asked disbelieving.
“Well, no, not really. But I can try,” He said brightly.
“I’m perfectly capable of cooking myself something,” I said.
“I’ll watch and learn. Maybe one day I can cook for you.” He said holding the front door open to me. I walked in heading straight to the kitchen.
My stomach growled again, embarrassing me. With a house full of vampires, with scarily good hearing nothing went unnoticed.
Joseph was on the couch watching television. I could hear Danny and Mason arguing upstairs.
“Hungry human in the house. Watch out Jonathon she might turn on you and eat you.” Seph joked.
“Shut up Joseph,” said Jonathon. Jonathon was the most serious of the entire family; he had almost no sense of humor.
“Ah. Come on Jonathon you’re such a party pooper. I was just having fun,” said Seph.
Jonathon ignored him and kept on walking.