Honest Talk
2130 Words
No matter how much Angie tells me that Lion is like that when he's upset, that he'll get over it in a while and that he didn't mean it, or how much I know she's right, nothing makes me feel better.
We drop Theresa off at her house and then stop by to pick up Quinn. He gets in and gives Lionel a sideways hug, then stares at him like he knows his mood isn't going too well and says something under his breath. When that doesn't work to get him to talk, he turns to us and says hello.
"How are you?" he asks me directly, with a smile. I'm only able to make myself small in my seat and shrug my shoulders, "That was an amazing thing you did, it took a lot of balls. Of course you couldn't be any different, being Lion's daughter."
He stretches his hand out in a fist towards me for me to punch it, I guess, so I do it. For the rest of the way Quinn and Bastian are the only ones talking and by some miracle they manage to stop Lion from looking lethal.
"I'll go have a word with Grayson," Lion spits when we reach the building.
"Calm down. He's sick," Bastian mutters with an arm around Angie's shoulders, "Don't do anything to him. I mean it."
"I won't do anything to him, Quinn will go with me to make sure of that. You, Midnight, stay in your room and wait for your friend. When she gets there you lock her in there too."
{ Grayson }
I'm not sick. I'm seriously not, I just just coughed up all my guts and my nose is so stuffed up I don't even remember what it felt like before.
Plus, it's too cold in my room even though the heat is on. But I'm okay. I'll survive, I'm a tough man. A strong alpha.
The door to my room opens and Lion walks in, followed by asshole Quinn. The last person I want in here.
"What's wrong with you? You look awful," Lion says when he sees me in this state.
"I don't have the strength to take your nagging, Lion, fück off. I'm already being punished by my own body."
"No, you're not. Because of you my daughter came in contact with a psychotic alpha rapist and where were you?” he asks, squinting so hard his eyes are just two stripes. A blue one and a brown one.
"I was asleep," I mumble and hold up my hand for them to wait a moment while I sneeze again. Neither of the two rude guys blesses me, "Believe me, I feel bad about that, but she's capable of dealing with anything. Even with a psychotic rapist. Give her more credit."
"But she shouldn't have to see herself in that situation!" he complains and clenches his hands, taking a step toward me. Quinn stops him with a hand on his shoulder, "Don't you understand? I just found her, I don't want her to die. Because of you she almost died."
What a big baby.
"Listen," I stand up, holding my hands out to him, "Bax was there, he wouldn't have let her die. And they had already called the police since before she even approached that alpha. You need to take a big breath and count to ten."
"Don't touch me with your germs," he conplains, slapping my hands away, "And I don't want to count to ten. I want those kinky things you texted Mid to disappear from my brain. I want you to turn back time and not go to sleep, not let her go investigate and deal with it. Regardless of whether she can deal with that shït or not."
"I'm no Einstein, but even I know none of that is possible," I mutter and step back as he takes another angry step toward me, "Besides, you had no right to see what I sent Mid. It's private stuff. And most of it was just to annoy her."
"I didn't do it on purpose nor did I go in without permission, your texts were clearly on the screen and I couldn't ignore them after reading your nonsense," he complains and covers his face with his hands for a few seconds. Quinn looks extremely uncomfortable, "Look at me and listen to me: Midnight is not a normal girl."
"That's true, but..."
"She's not like the girls you're used to, she's not like Gemma or the other little slüt who was after you before her. Mid's grandmother is crazy, completely crazy, the kind of crazy that affects everyone around her, and Mid lived alone with her for many years, she was abused by that lady so much that now her wolf looks like a fücking malnourished pup. She hasn't experienced things, she doesn't know anything about her own nature, she doesn't know about social interactions either and you can't just come in like she's any other normal girl and tell her those things. You don't know how she might take them. You might scare her and make her want to leave."
"But that's not how things are," I defend myself, wanting to tell her how sëxually open she is (much more so than any other woman I've been with before), "Mid isn't as weird as she seems at first glance, she just talks like a weirdo, but she's more normal than you think. And nothing is ever going to happen between us, I promise."
"But it's already happening. From what I read, you guys already know each other.... know each other in a not-so-friendly way."
"If you weren't so old, you'd know that exchanging texts and pictures like that between friends is very common these days," I say, and Quinn bites his lip to keep from laughing, "Besides, you've known me since I was a kid, you know the things I've been through. And you know I'm not someone who's going to hurt her. Trust me, it's all very harmless."
"Because I've known you since you were still pissing your bed is why this is so weird!" he complains, with the same unhinged eyes Mid has, "It's like my two retarded kids are exchanging nasty texts and I don't like that. Stop it. Think of her as your asexual little sister."
That's impossible. I'm a long way from being able to think of her as asexual.
"I can't promise you that and I don't think you want to know why," I admit and he makes a disgusted face, "But I can assure you that if you never again pick up a phone that isn't yours, you'll never again see anything private that doesn't concern you."
"That's not helpful," Quinn mutters and Lion nods.
"Okay, I'll stop sending her stuff like that," I lie, "And I'm never going to touch her in an inappropriate way. Mid is my little, innocent, virginal, pure, sweet little sister."
"How did you manage to make all that sound as creepy as possible?"
"It's a gift," I brag, winking at Lion but immediately afterward I have a coughing fit and ruin how cool I looked doing that.
"Have some medicine!" yells Bastian from who knows where and I roll my eyes once again.
"Okay, if that's all you had to say to me, bye. We can discuss this another day when I don't feel so bad," I wave them towards the door, "See you later."
"Okay. But try to get better soon, remember the championship starts in two weeks and we're going to start getting in shape right away for you to win it. I left a list with your diet on it in the kitchen," Lion tells me before I leave and luckily he doesn't see my uneasy face at the word 'diet', "You can go to my house for protein, but don't even go near Mid."
"I thought we'd already fixed that."
"We did, but she's still grounded."
He leaves after that but comes back a few seconds later, tosses a syrup towards me and takes off. Of course I don't even bother to pick it up, I just go back to bed and keep watching everything my Twitter friends who never thought I'd win have to say.
Seeing how impressed they are makes me feel a thousand times better. And seeing all the pictures of the moment when I'm holding my hand up being called a "winner" almost magically heals me. However, the snot that hasn't stopped coming out of my nose doesn't allow me to be entirely happy.
A while later, my bedroom door opens again and this time I'm not in the mood for anyone. I pick up my TV remote and throw it with all my might towards Bastian, who lets out a loud feminine scream when it hits his body. Except when I turn around, I realize it wasn't Bastian.
"Doll, I'm so sorry!" I exclaim, covering my mouth. I think the control hit her head because she rubs herself as she groans in pain, "Forgive me, I thought you were Bastian."
"Ouch, you i***t!" She cries, not moving or taking her hands off her head. I wipe my face with my shirt and get up to go hug her.
"I didn't mean to, Gemma," I swear and push her face against my chest, squeezing her tightly, "What are you doing here? I told you I was sick."
"I have a date with Midnight, we're having a sleepover to get to know each other better. Wouldn't you like for us to be friends?"
"Sure, I want there to be no hate in the world and for us all to be friends. Mid is perfect, you're going to have fun with her, just pay close attention or you won't understand anything she says. Sometimes she forgets that we don't all have a photographic memory."
"Yeah... I just wanted to say hi to you while I was here," he puts his hand under my shirt on my lower abdomen, letting me know exactly how she wanted to greet me, "Bastian and Angie are in the living room, so you'll have to be quiet."
"I'm sick," I remind her, but I start to take off my clothes anyway, just like her.
"It's not like you're going to kiss me or anything," she mumbles and shrugs, then wraps her arms around me and starts leaving wet kisses on my neck, "I've missed you."
We saw each other a couple of days ago.
"I've missed you too," I answer anyway, my voice husky and I lower my hands to her äss to caress her while she keeps kissing me, "This is going to have to be quick because I don't feel so good."
"You're hot. And not in a good way," Gemma says and breaks away to touch my forehead, "Don't you think you should..."
"No. I'm strong as an oak, I don't need anything," I silence her and hug her waist tightly to lift her up and carry her to my bed. Gemma accepts that I don't want to be bothered with that so she lets it go.
By some miracle, I don't have any nasal complications while I'm playing hide the salami with Gemma. Maybe it's magic, I don't know, but I'm glad that for at least fifteen minutes I was able to feel good. However, as soon as we finish, I have to get up from her and hide my face in the pillow because I start coughing again.
This time my throat hurts even more.
"Are you okay?" she asks, grimacing and getting up to start getting dressed.
"Yeah, I’m fine, I just need to sleep for a while and it'll pass," I lie, covering my naked, sick body with the blanket, "Go away."
"I'll go, but I think you should have some tea or..."
"Thank you, doctor, but you can shut up now. I don't need anything."
"Whatever, I was just trying to help you," she whines and throws something at my head, "Bye."
"Bye, Doll. Have fun with my precious angel and don’t you dare be mean to her."
"What do you mean? I'm not going to be mean to her."
"I've seen enough girl’s movies and I know what they're like when they're jealous because of a stud like me. If you do anything to fück Mid over, it wouldn't be a smart move."
"For God's sake, you're not as important as you think you are. And I don't want to do anything to her, so don't go making stuff up."
I hope so. My cute Mid is excited about this, I'd hate for Gemma to ruin it by being a bïtch and making her feel bad.
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