Sawyer covered her chest and frowned deeply as she stared at the door, coughing and clearing her throat. Maybe she should have never spoken. Maybe she should have just laid there and not moved and not said a word. Maybe then he would have just left her alone instead of being an asshole. But what was she supposed to do? Sit there and let this go on like it was right? Because it wasn't. She laid down on the bed and curled into a ball, closing her eyes and practically forcing herself to go to sleep.
Zacky raised his brows as he looked down at her. He rolled his eyes and pulled her away from him. "I guess if you're going to keep crying about it," he mumbled. He pulled her up and forced her to sit on the edge of his bed, moving in front of her. He raised his wrist up to his mouth and sunk his fangs into his vein, watching the blood seep from the wounds. He lifted his wrist in front of her face. "Drink," he ordered.
Zacky raised his brows as he looked down at her. He rolled his eyes and pulled her away from him. "I guess if you're going to keep crying about it," he mumbled. He pulled her up and forced her to sit on the edge of his bed, moving in front of her. He raised his wrist up to his mouth and sunk his fangs into his vein, watching the blood seep from the wounds. He lifted his wrist in front of her face. "Drink," he ordered.
July 3rd, 2015 at 02:53am