Unraveling Sarah Cresley by Marisa Maichel (best classic novels .TXT) 📖

at me, shocked.

"Reese?" she said.

"Whatever she did, I will do to her tenfold. Talk to me, Sarah. Tell me what she did." She got her phone out and went to Facebook first.

Scarlett: Sarah Cresley, you are a BITCH! DIE IN HELL!!!!

Scarlett: Why aren't you dead yet? Nobody likes you.

Scarlett: You are a fat whore. You should go anorexic, I hear it's the latest in slow and painful deaths.

I nearly crushed my love's cell phone in my anger. All of them had been written on Sarah's wall until she deactivated her account. I went to Scarlett's timeline and blocked her.

"I blocked her for you," I said.

"I tried that already," she said, tears pouring down her cheeks. "She always finds a way around it." She leaned against my chest. Eric frowned, leaning against the door.

"Go to Twitter," he said. I opened Sarah's Twitter.

Scarlett: Call this bitch at ____________ and tell her she's ugly and fat.

Scarlett: @sarahcresley is a fat worthless side bitch.

I had seen enough. I set her phone on the table before I crushed it in my fury.

"You are not a whore," I said. "You're not fat, and you're not a bitch. You're beautiful, and smart." I heard a growl from Eric. I kissed her softly. She kissed back. Her heart fluttered anxiously as our lips met. Eric made a noise of disgust.

"I'm going now, Sarah. Goodbye." She broke apart momentarily to say goodbye to him.

"How did you even meet him?" I asked.

"You know Ariella's ex-boyfriend Damon? It turns out that he and Eric have mutual friends. Damon and Eric became friends, so basically I met him through Ari."

"Is Ari still seeing Damon?"

"She is. She says they're just friends now." Interesting. It would break my uncle's heart to hear that. I wondered if I should tell him. I decided to consult Ariella. I held my girl beneath me. I put a bit of pressure on her, our pelvises touching. I could feel myself grow excited.

"Reese?" Sarah squeaked.

"Yes, love?"

"Why is your...well..."

"Why am I aroused? It is because of the friction between our pelvises. The fact that I am deeply attracted to you also helps." I kissed her again. "I am more than attracted to you. Sarah, I honestly think I would die without you." I kissed her again.

"Did you hear that Mike died?"

"I did," I said, happy that she'd noticed. "Pretty ironic, huh?"

"What I don't understand is why somebody killed him," she said. Revenge, I thought.

"Why are you dwelling on that?" I asked.

"People at our school keep dying. The two teachers. Mike. During our freshman year, a senior died from alcohol poisoning."

"I remember that," I said. "Everyone was invited to her funeral. Her boyfriend was distraught."

"He tried to kill himself a year later," Sarah said. "It was all over the news."

"I hope I never lose you," I said, nuzzling her with my nose.

"It'll happen," she said. "We'll get married, and have kids, maybe even some pets, and one of us will die of old age. It'll probably be me."

"Don't say that," I urged. "If anyone's going to die of old age..." I paused. She was right. If I didn't change her, she would eventually die of old age. Anything else I could save her from. Dying of natural causes was something that I could not prevent. I felt tears in my eyes.

"Reese, did I upset you?" she asked.

"Sarah, I won't let you die. I vow that," I said. "Even if saving you means infecting you with my own blood." Truthfully, I wanted to infect her with my own blood right now. My heart had swelled with joy with the knowledge that she wanted to marry me, then broke into a million pieces at the thought of her death. I sat up. She got up and turned on the radio. "Heart-Shaped Box" by Nirvana came on.

"Oh, I love this song," she said. "Dance with me, Reese?" She offered me her hand. I took it, my heart filled with joy again. I grasped her around the waist and held one of her hands. She put one hand on my shoulder, or at least, attempted to, and we slowly danced.

After the song ended, she led me to the bed. She laid on the bed and rubbed her stomach. She pulled up her shirt.

"Be honest. Am I showing?"

"Not at all," I said. "Give it a few more weeks." She burst into tears. Crap, what did I do now? "Sarah, please don't cry. I'm sorry, that just came out." Truthfully, I had no idea what I had said, but I knew I'd better fix it fast.

"I'm just so emotional," she said. She pulled her shirt down. "Half the time, I wonder if I should just give Scarlett what she wants."

"Sarah, don't say that," I said. I held onto her.

"I don't want to hurt the baby, though. It's innocent in all this." Relief washed through me. She didn't want to hurt herself; she was thinking about abortion. "But it's also kind of late now. Alexander said he'll take it once it's been born. I feel so lost and guilty."

"Sarah, you are not to blame," I said. "Nales is."

"Mike? He didn't make me steal from businesses. He didn't make the clique turn on me. He just gave me this." She pointed at her stomach. "I know for a fact that I don't want it."

"That will be taken care of," I said. I laid beside her and wrapped an arm around her abdomen. "If you want, we can make you sleep for the whole nine months. Or we can change you so that you may tolerate it better." She looked at me with wide green eyes. I've frightened her. I kissed her. "I would never harm you. Even if I ever become angry with you, which I doubt will happen, I will never harm you."

I kissed her again and again. She kissed back.

"I'm not strong enough to stay away," I said.

"Huh?"

"Lyrics to a song I know. In the song, the guy sings about not being able to stay away from his love." I was on top of her now. I kissed her again. "I love you. I love you so much that hurts." I ran my fingers through her curls.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN - NOT STRONG ENOUGH

Through the skies we'll fly, never once thinking we'll have to say goodbye

Even though I'm not good enough for you

Please say yes

I'll say I do

I'm not the best, far from it

I put the pen down momentarily and stretched my fingers. I finally had inspiration for a new song. The title of this one was going to be "Marry Me". I was still smiling. Sarah and I wound up spending the night together, even making love at one point. Sweet love.

She seemed content when I left her, sleeping in her nylon sheets. I made a mental note to buy her Egyptian cotton with a thousand-thread count. Father came into my room briefly to check on me. He sat on my bed, and for once, I didn't try to get rid of him. Nothing could ruin my good mood, and he noticed.

"So...you were gone quite a long time yesterday," he said.

"I was with Sarah."

"Of course you were. You used protection, right?"

"Father! And yes, I used protection."

"Good boy." He kissed me and walked away.

I laid back comfortably. Only a few weeks ago, I was laying back on my bed like this, talking to Ariella, the day before my life changed. I decided to go back later tonight. Maybe she'll want to do it again. Okay, that was wishful thinking. Besides, I had to be careful. She'd been badly hurt only a few weeks ago by a boy. I say boy and not guy or man, because real guys and men do not hurt women the way Nales hurt Sarah. Gods, I hated that name. A growl began in my throat.

But he was gone now. I'd made sure of that. His death was quick and painful. My father was a master of murder, being a vampire prince, so he would make sure that it was not traced back to us.

"Father," I said, heading down for dinner. "What's the best way to hide a body?"

"Bury it," he said. "Why do you ask?"

"I'm a little nervous. Maybe I should not have asked you to kill Nales. Or maybe I should have done it myself."

"Baby, I wanted to kill Mike just as much as you did. It was little work breaking him out of jail and pretending to be on his side. Are you going to see Sarah again tonight?"

"Yeah, I was planning to."

"Be careful. We're supposed to have freezing rain today."

"Father, you love Greece. Why didn't you move there?" He took a long while before answering.

"I wanted you away from all that drama. I chose America because of the freedoms and diverse culture. Also, I wanted you to branch out."

"You don't have much of an accent," I said.

"I purposely worked to get rid of it. I don't want too many questions asked."

"Grandfather has a slight accent. So does Uncle Soren."

"They did not work as hard as I did to get rid of theirs. Reese, come sit on Daddy's lap." I sat beside him instead. He pulled me up. "How do you plan to approach the rest of the school year?"

"I'll go as often as I can, make up any work I've missed. I have to keep my grades up."

"Usually the parent is the one saying that. Why so eager all of a sudden? Is it to impress Sarah?"

"Partly, yes. I have no other plans other than finishing high school and marrying Sarah. She said herself that we'll get married, have kids, and then she'll die of old age. I can't let that happen."

"When do you plan on telling her that you're a vampire?"

"About six months into the relationship."

"You're waiting that long? Reese, that's a recipe for disaster. And don't forget Ariella. You'll need her in case it all ends in tears."

"She's the one who seems to be forgetting me lately. She still sees Damon from time to time-"

"What?" I looked up. My uncle looked stricken. "She still sees the wolf? How could she do that to me?" He began to pace incessantly.

"You were not supposed to know," I said.

"She said she loved me. How could she do this to us?"

I mentally vomited. Uncle Soren's eyes began to turn red.

"And how the hell do you know this?" he asked, advancing toward me. Feeling threatened, Father pulled me into himself and we both hissed. Uncle Soren paused, taking in our reactions.

"Keep your mouth shut," Father said. "You do not want to ruin a friendship." Uncle Soren paused and closed his eyes. A minute later, he opened them, and they were yellow again.

"I...I have to go." He flitted out the front door and we heard a car driving off seconds later. I buried my head in Father's chest.

"It will be all right, little one," he said.

"No, it won't. I royally fucked up, Father."

"Soren has a right to know if his new mate is seeing old boyfriends."

"New mate..."

I went upstairs and did homework. Tomorrow was a school day, and I still had not finished several projects. I worked all morning, only breaking to eat. Father insisted on feeding me himself. He sulked and stopped bothering me after I stopped talking to him for a few minutes. His instincts were to care for me himself again now that a new threat made itself known.

He would feel this way until he felt that I was ready to take care of myself, according to Grandfather.

I worked on Trig first, then Biology, then Mythology and Folklore. I finished around one o'clock in the afternoon, and by then, I was hungry again. I gorged myself on blood until I felt stuffed, and then I dealt with a wicked stomachache. Father held me as I moaned in pain. I pulled up my shirt and rubbed my distended stomach. Father whimpered a bit.

I slept for a few hours, and when I woke up, Father was still there. I detangled myself from him