Not So Easy

Abbigale Steward is a problem child to say in the least. After her father died when she was three, her mother got caught up in drugs, and her own semi frekewent run-ins with the cops, she was beginning to believe the whole world was against her. Things got so bad she even considered drugs, and worse; suicide. She felt she had nothing left to live for. Until......she met Xavier, her budding romance, and Isaiah, a mysterious boy in her grade 9 history class.

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15. My Final Choice

   I woke up to the steady breathing of Isaiah beside me. I sat up quietly, had he stayed here all night? Speaking of which, last night had been the worst night of my life. Well except for the beginning with Isaiah, that was pretty nice. Then Xavier ruined it.

   Xavier, oh...decisions..decisions. Of course I already knew the answer. It would always be Isaiah, no matter what happened. Deep down, I knew Xavier knew that. But I appreciated his offer.

   Isaiah rolled over, interrupting me from my thoughts. His eyes flickered open and he sat up rapping his arm around my shoulders.

   "I'm sorry I lost my temper. I didn't mean to overwhelm you. You scared me to death when you feinted." He said brushing hair away from my face.

   Feinted? Suddenly I remembered hitting the cold floor and blacking out. No wonder Isaiah had stayed here.

   "Sorry about that." I apologized, "I don't know what happened.

   "I do, you love him." He said looking straight into my eyes.

   "I love you, you know that." I pressed.

   "I do know that, but I also know that you love him too." he murmured.

   "But I love you more, it will always be you, remember THAT." I said giving him a peck on the cheek.

  I hopped off the bed and into the bathroom to freshen up a bit. I turned around and saw Isaiah looking out the window and into the sunlight.

  "Aren't vampires, like, allergic to the sun or something?" I asked curiously.

  "Nah, thats what most people think though. We don't turn into bats either, and we don't change a person when we bite them." He muttered

  "So if you bit me I wouldn't turn into an undead predator?" I asked making a face.

   "No, and is that what you think of me? An undead predator?" He pouted

   I giggled and wrapped him in a huge hug, "Of course not, your MY undead predator" 

 

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