Fallen (Fallen 1)

“Don’t worry my love I won’t let anything happen to you.”

He put his wrist to my mouth. “Drink up beautiful,” He said with pain in his eyes. I looked at him questioningly. “It’ll stop the burning, principessa.”

I hesitated but put my mouth on his wrist swallowing the blood. It was warm and delicious. It flooded my body with pleasant warmth. I felt the burning begin to fade. I drank until it stopped.

“Rest now beautiful,” he whispered into my ear. “I love you,” he said as the blackness consumed me.

Chapter Twenty-Five: An Apology

I awoke with a start.

I was lying in my bed pillows propped up all around me. I looked at my arms and was shocked to see that the scratches were gone. I felt my face and the scratches were gone there too. I rotated my shoulder and found that it was in its proper place and not sore at all.

Was it all a dream?

“Good morning beautiful,” sounded a voice from the corner of the room. I jumped. Jonathon was leaning against the wall watching me. He walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. “How do you feel?” he asked.

“I feel fine. What happened? What made the scratches and burning go away? It was real wasn’t it?”

“My blood made it go away. Our blood has healing properties so when you drank it, it healed you.”

“So, all that really happened then?”

“Yes,” he said; flicking invisible lint off his jeans so he didn’t have to make eye contact.

“Then, then my dad is. . .”

“Dead? Yes,” He said finishing my sentence. Tears welled in my eyes. “I’m so sorry; for everything.”

Those five words made me snap. “You’re sorry! Is that all you have to say Jonathon Pulmer! Honestly! You left me! You broke my heart! No, you shattered it! And all you have to say for yourself is you’re sorry!” I ranted; I could feel my face turning red.

He looked away from me ashamed.

“I thought if I left, if Selena thought I was leaving you that she’d leave you alone. I was wrong…”

“Well obviously you were wrong!”

“I thought it would be best.”

“Well it wasn’t.”

“I’m sorry Kylie. I thought I was keeping you safe but I only put you in more danger.”

“I had to watch my father have his head ripped off!”

“I know… You are so strong to have gone through that. I wish I could’ve gotten there sooner but you wouldn’t let me in your mind.” He said.

That stopped me cold.

“So that was real too? You talked to me in my mind?” I asked calming slightly.

“Yes, the first time I tried to you shut me out of your mind.”

“That… That pressure… that was you?”

“Yes. I could only get into your mind because you were thinking about… well… me. And that made you vulnerable. But you sensed me trying to push into your mind and you pushed me out.”

I remembered the first time I had felt that strange pressure in my head. If only I hadn’t pushed him out then. My dad would still be alive. I should have killed him myself. By shutting out Jonathon I had basically handed my dad a death sentence.