BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 97: Shut In

Chapter 97: Shut In

EMMA

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I was trying to get some sleep here, but the unchanging theme I heard ringing against my ears was not helping. I groaned in frustration covering the blanket more against my form, exams were finally over and I could get all the sleep I wanted. I can just stay in my room until the next term if I like, so LET ME GET SOME SLEEP.

But that pesky sound was not helping and was that my phone? it’s gotta be because I turned off my alarm clock, I tapped on my bed with my eyes still crammed shut, I found the smooth texture of my phone and grabbed it, bringing it to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey baby"

I froze. "Mom?"

"Yes sweetie it’s me, why does your voice sound that way, are you still in bed? It’s 2 pm"

I groaned.

’"Honey, are you sick or something?"

"No, I’m not"

Just heartbroken.

"Are you sure? You don’t sound so good" her tone of worry now.

"Really mom I’m fine"

"Okay... Well, how’s your plan for prom coming up? You know you have to attend right?"

I sat up on my bed, grabbed my glasses and wore them.

"No, I have never gone to prom before and I don’t plan on going," I said, swinging my legs off the bed and finding my flops.

"Oh come on, you know your birthday’s that particular day, two birds with one stone, celebrate with friends, I’m not gonna be there but I want it to be special for you"

Yeah, I knew my birthday fell on that particular day, how unfortunate for me, the more reason I don’t have to go to prom, I can just stay in my room.

"No"

"Emma... don’t tell me you plan on staying in your room"

"Yes I do, and please don’t tell Vanessa she will probably spread it"

"Emma?" That was her voice calling.

"Gotta go, love you"

"Remember special"

I rolled my eyes.

"Love you"

The call ended and I used that as my cue to slam back in my bed and cocoon myself with my blanket, I should just stay like this, when she comes here she would think I’m asleep, I had no intention of seeing anyone, I was not in the right state of mind right now.

I can’t get my thoughts straight, I opened my phone and tried Dace’s number once again, if his phone was turned on I must have left 109 calls, that is the number of times I have tried his phone but no they were turned off, which only made the reality of him not coming back more real. Great! So that’s it? I won’t ever see him again? Thinking about it brought a sting to my heart, it was unbearable. I have been sleeping in hopes of diverting this unfamiliar pain as best as I could but nope, I dreamed of him too and the dreams were, I bit my lip rubbing my knees together.

It has only been a few days but it felt like months. I missed his face, his voice, his eyes, his presence, his scent that was like candy, it smelt so wonderful and tasty, very tasty. I groaned already picturing myself getting consumed by it but all this was a fantasy.

I heard my door, it must be Vanessa, as long as I remained in this position, she would think I was asleep and let me be. Please just go away.

"Emma"

I flashed my eyes open and sat up with a start.

"You shouldn’t sleep with your glasses on, it will leave a mark," Owen said in a teasing tone.

"W-W-What are you doing here?"

"Sorry, I should have knocked," he said remorsefully, hoping he didn’t offend me.

"I-Its okay, I should have locked the door"

He snickered but then the amusement died off. "You weren’t picking my calls"

I bashed back to the bed backing him and pulling the covers over me.

"Please leave me alone" I pout.

I heard his approaching footsteps and my bed dipped from his weight.

"You’re not okay"

I bit my bottom lip.

"And I don’t think I can leave you like that"

I sat up, almost making him tug by my behavior. "I spoke with Emilia" I began with a shaky tone. "They are not coming back to the school"

"I know"

"Because of me"

"It’s your fault okay?"

"It is..." I paused before I could say more, no one knew Dace was in my room that night so it was better to keep it that way.

"Hey"

My gaze found his eyes.

"It’s not the end of the world"

It felt like it.

"Maybe it’s for the best"

Is it? I leveled my gaze back rubbing my fingers together.

"I won’t see him again" I muttered under my breath, the reality of it shocking my body, can I contain it?

"Don’t tell me you intend to stay here forever"

"It’s not an option"

"Well I could suggest something better"

"And what’s that, Sherman?"

He took a minute like he was thinking it through, but it seems like acting to me but I can’t help but admire his haircut, seems like he just had a new one, the back lowered and the top full, his brown hair in a straight wave, it seems like this was a signature haircut for guys and then my eyes leveled to his brown thick eyebrows, as I studied his looks closely I can’t help the feeling of familiarity, I didn’t know where it came from.

"A tour of the Sherman house"

I jolted a bit when he snapped his eyes back at me with an amused look.

"A-A-A tour?"

"Yup" he mused.

"Like the witches’ lair?"

He broke into a pearl of laughter. "Well a covenstead would be a much better word for it"

A faint smile found my lips.

"And beside the Law Of Coexistence doesn’t apply to you anymore, wouldn’t hurt for a tour"

I shrugged. "I guess"

"Now..." he intoned, rising to his feet and gripping the sheets, my eyes widened.

"Get your ass off the bed" he flipped it.