I Alone

It went DOWN that night. Like downhill, fast. Chey's parents held their crazy in until they got home, and Bill and Marta held theirs in until Ore had went to sleep. It was then that they unleashed all Hell. Everything from insults, to guilt trips, even threatening to kick me out of the house. I pulled my bags in attempt to leave when finally Bill gave up and tried to calm Marta, who was now begging me to stay.          I felt like crap. I just wanted to live a little. Have adventure. The last thing I wanted was to destroy the entire family all because I wanted to see something new. My fears were realized when she had made things thus big of a deal. Bill backed her at first, until I bluffed them on leaving, then he caved. The whole time Marta's words lingered in my head. She had called me callous, selfish, childish and irresponsible. She had never in my time of being here made me feel so low. All because I want

    *Abram's POV*            I had stayed in the study for days, turning over books and old paintings, consumed in thought. The dusty tapestry of curtains billowing in the wind of the slightly cracked window. The thick material of the curtain, obscuring some of the late evening sun, and the sky that's becoming a multitude of coral, pinks and orangey hues. The sunlight no longer bothers me, having become tolerant of it for decades now, but I have no desire to look at the sun. I run a finger along the large painting on the wall, my finger trailing the delicate curve of Elsie's throat. Beautiful. I sigh.          Beautiful. But not alive, not here. No painting could ever capture the essence of the woman I loved. The dew of her skin, the way the angles of her face caught the light of lanterns and candles in dim rooms, the harmony of her heartbe

        *Abram's POV*          I sit once more in my study, pushing thoughts around in my head. I seen her today, this girl who I'm going to kill. The girl who looks like Elsie, is blood to Elsie. Who smelled like her, moved like her, and who had the sane tiny white scar in her brow. I could have fell to my knees and wept. It's disgusting, despicable, and unnatural. This girl is not a coincidence. If it were looks alone, I could pass it off, but it's not. It is everything. Another thought comes to mind, but I scoff it away.        "Abram! Sire, where have you been I-" I silence him with a hand.        "I was with the girl. I found her." He swallows hard and looks away.         "You didn't...you never-"         "No. For no

"Mira, you are not serious? I'm fine you don't have to-"            "I want to." I sigh. "Listen, I know we both wanted away from home and to just have a good time. Change of scenery...something...something is just wrong though, Chey. I can feel it. I don't feel safe, and I don't feel comfortable. I just want us to get home. It's boring, but I am scared. My intuition is screaming to the top of it's lungs right now."           "Mine too, I just didn't want you to feel pressure from me."           "No, I need to feel pressure from you. Always tell me how you feel. You are my best friend and I love you. If you ever feel uneasy, let me know. I was paranoid of hurting your feelings too, but in circumstances like this I just feel like we have to get home."           "Promi