Rescue
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My brother comes up to me with tense shoulders and a hard face. He's never hit me or anything like that (besides a few innocent punches) but either way, he's the closest thing I have to a father and I don't want him to be mad at me.
"It wasn't my fault," I immediately defend myself, throwing up my hands, "It's all her fault."
"That's not true!" Mid says giving me an incredulous look. Maybe I'm not being a very good friend, but in war and love all's fair, right? This is neither, but still.
"Mid begged me to let her drive over and over again, she told me she even knew how to sail a boat and I believed her," I lie.
Sadly, no one believes me.
"This isn't the most irresponsible thing you've ever done, but it's very close to it," Bastian says in a very, very low voice. He does that whenever he wants to yell, "You know you have to take care of Mid and you know you shouldn't drink when you're driving. Giving you so much freedom has been a bad idea, you don't do anything else besides make the worst decisions possible."
"He doesn’t have to take care of me, I know how to take care of myself," Mid mutters but Lion tells her to shut her mouth and stay out of it.
"You're not my father, you don't have to 'give me freedom'. I'm an adult," I mumble and clench my hands in anger.
"No matter how much you want to pretend it's not true, the truth is you have a problem and you can't be a real adult unless you deal with that problem, which you refuse to do. That's why you always do this kind of nonsense and you can't be trusted."
I close my mouth and take a step back.
Angie makes a face and her angry posture fades, even Lion looks less angry. Mid just bites her lip in discomfort and I can no longer stand here taking a scolding like I'm a teenager.
I turn around and walk straight to my room, locking my door behind me.
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It's only been four hours since the incident and it's already everywhere. Everyone is calling Mid a brave and smart omega. A hero. Well... everyone, except Redboxinggloves.
@RedBoxingGloves: "You can't tell me you don't realize how fücking weird Midnight is."
@RedBoxingGloves: "Have you ever seen so many losers together? Only Grayson is missing to make the family picture complete."
That tweet has a picture of the moment when Mid was talking. She looks... kind of unhinged, to be honest. Her hair is very tousled and her eyes wide with fear. Bax has an uncomfortable smile and is smeared with blood, Hans is covered in vomit and Fiona is posing dramatically, like it's time to show off.
I'm definitely missing there, too bad I was asleep.
For the rest of the morning I reply to people, thanking those who say nice things about Mid and attacking those who insult her or my friends. I'm even defending Fiona and I completely dislike her. That's how bored I am.
"Hey, I've been hearing you coughing... take some meds for that," Bastian says opening my door a bit, not coming in. It was a bad idea not to lock the door again after going out for something to eat.
"I don't need it, I'm not sick," I say, trying not to cough at this point and hoping my nose isn't red. Bastian rolls his eyes.
"Okay but get ready to go out, it's Sunday."
"I don't want to go, I'm way too sick," I refuse, not moving from the bed. On Sundays we always go to lunch with one of Lion's girlfriends, I think it's Theresa's turn today. Usually I wouldn't refuse to stare at her t**s but today I'm not in the mood.
"Then have some meds," he insists, squinting.
"I'm not that sick," I roll my eyes and set my computer aside to give him an impatient look and have him leave at once.
"Suit yourself," he mumbles and by some miracle leaves without disturbing me. I take that moment to grab my phone and text several people to find out who wants to be with me.
When no one accepts, I opt for Midnight.
"Say you feel bad and don't go to lunch. Come with me."
"I already tried, Lion doesn't care. Theresa wants to get to know me better" she replies and I grunt with discontent. I don't want to stay here bored. Bax is asleep, Hans is still throwing up and Gemma doesn't answer me.
"Can you come over later?"
"No. I'm grounded" she answers immediately. I try to call her, but she doesn't answer.
"I'm not supposed to use my phone, I can't talk to you." She responds in a text.
"I'm really bored, Angel. And I think I got sick. I want to see you, I've been cooped up here for hours."
"I told you you'd get sick, it was obvious. That's the least you deserve for trying to blame me."
"I was joking" I defend myself, but she doesn't answer me.
"Okay, I wasn't joking. But they didn't believe me anyway."
Still nothing.
"Sorry."
Ignored again.
"This will maybe help you forgive me,” I give it one last try and send her a picture of my torso, careful not to show my face because I don't think it looks very good right now.
"I want another one" she replies in less than a minute and I laugh before I give her what she wants, but this time I pull the pants I'm wearing lower so she can see just the beginning of her favorite part of my body.
"Give me a picture of you and you can see the rest" I bargain, hoping it works. And Mid, being Mid, has no problem with that. She sends me a picture of her boobs, without any censorship whatsoever.
And I realize, I could fall in love with this girl.
{ Midnight }
I'm barely getting comfortable on my bed to spend some quality time with myself and the pictures Grayson sent me of his dïck at different angles when Lion knocks on the door.
"Time to go," he orders, sounding mean. That kills all my desire to do anything with those pictures, at least for the moment.
I'm a good person, though, so I send one last photo to Gray, this time of my full body in my underwear, before putting on my clothes very quickly and heading out.
All through lunch I have to endure 37 questions about what happened last night. And yes, I counted them. I'm counting everything and I don't like that, I prefer it when my mind can rest and isn't thinking about numbers all damn day. Besides, Theresa is unbearable. She's cute, I guess, but she's my least favorite of Lion's three girlfriends.
My phone starts ringing, interrupting another one of the thousands of questions directed at me and I answer formally because it's an unknown number and besides I promised Lion that the only reason I was going to bring it was in case someone tried to reach Beast Maker.
"Hey, it's Gemma. Gray gave me your number, I hope you don't mind."
"Hi... I don't mind, what do you need?" I ask, ignoring how Lion tells me to hang up now that he's realized it's a personal call.
"I'm going out of town all week with my family so I was wondering if you were free today, for the sleepover."
What a bummer, precisely the one day in my life I've been grounded is when I get invited to the social gathering I most want to experience.
"I can't go, I'm kind of... housebound. But maybe you can come and sleep with me," I opine, giving a hopeful smile to Lion, who just shakes his head a lot.
"Yeah, that sounds good. I'll be there at maybe 7 o'clock okay?"
"Alright, Gemma, I can't wait," I murmur and when I hang up, Lion reaches out his hand and I hand him my phone, making sure beforehand that none of the messages Gray has sent me during this time are in sight, "Sorry, Lionel, but I've always wanted to have a sleepover."
This is the moment when the love of my life betrays me and buries a knife in my back.
"But you're grounded," Bastian says and my heart breaks. Maybe my love will never be reciprocated, but at least he has always treated me like he thinks I can't do anything wrong even if I tried, "You can't get away with that after what you did, it wasn't a small thing."
"You could have been raped, or murdered," Theresa, my self-proclaimed stepmother, adds with a look of disappointment in her eyes.
"And now that everyone knows you're my daughter, they're saying I'm the worst father in the world," Lion throws in my face, still completely annoyed. And they proceed to ignore me for the rest of the meal.
By the time we are walking back to the van, Lion steps to the side of me and hands me my phone.
"I don't know what's going on with you and Grayson, but I don't like it. Having to read those texts has been the worst thing that has ever happened to me, you haven't done anything else besides disappoint me today. I guess Gemma can come over, but I'm not kidding when I say I don't want you anywhere near Grayson."
He walks away after that and I stand there, picking up my phone to see what he's talking about. Gray kept texting me.
"Mid, don't leave me like this, go to the bathroom and show me more.”
"Pay attention to me, I need it. I need you."
There are more than seven messages and each one is worse than the last. The truth is, I can't blame Lion for being so upset. I'm ready to go apologize to him for putting him through this, but before I can, a guy with a camera snaps a picture of me and I'm rendered stupid by the intensity of the flash.
"Lionel, She's your daughter, right? How do you feel about what she did?" the same man asks, now pointing his camera at him.
"I have no comment," he mumbles through a clenched jaw and grabs my arm to make me walk beside him.
"Is there a reason she's friends with Hansel Vivaldi? Your legacy still associates with criminals? Do you think that has-"
"Get out of my fücking way," he interrupts, losing his cool and pushing him away so hard the guy falls on his äss. Angie opens the van door for me and pushes me in quickly. Lion climbs in and slams the door so hard the whole van shakes, "I swear, Midnight, I really wish you were an alpha so I could express how I feel right now in the way I know."
He starts the car in a very aggressive manner and my heart breaks. Even Bastian, who was mad at me, looks at me with sympathy.
"He didn't mean it," Angie promises me quietly, but it doesn't make me feel any better.
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