One of a Kind

6

     I've been here for a long time now, maybe like a month or two. I've gotten pretty close with everyone, and I've made some new friends as well. I haven't seen the sun in a while, it's pretty weird. I wonder if my mom even noticed I was gone. If she even reported it or not.
I pushed my waffles on to the nightstand and put my knees to my chest.
     I felt very lonely. Did my mom ever care about me? Have I ever actually been loved? Being captured is probably the best thing that's ever happened to me. I'm so stupid, I probably have stockhold syndrome, or whatever it is. I like it here, even though it's a mafia infested with vampires.
     Before I even realized it, tears were falling. I hadn't cried in a while. So I just let it.. flow. I was so overwhelmed in my thoughts that I didn't even notice when Tyler opened the door.

     "Hey, Jayden, would you like some- Jayden? What's wrong?" He rushed to my bed and sat next to me.

     I held onto him and just cried. My heart hadn't hurt for a long time, and these feelings were intense. I stayed like this for a while, and I didn't let go. He just wrapped his arms around me and caressed my hair. My white hair. The reason this all started.

     "It's okay, just let it out," he whispered.

     I finally calmed down. I looked away from him. "Sorry about that.. I just- I don't know."

     "Hey, it's alright. There's no need to explain anything."

     "I just- I just feel so lonely. And there's- I don't know, a heaviness.. in my heart." I wiped my eyes. "My mom never loved me. She was always.. drunk and shit. I didn't even have my dad there. School was already difficult enough a-and," I sniffed, "we were always so poor.. I had no one. I never did. ..I probably never will."

     "That's not true. I promise, that's not true." Tyler smiled at me. "I was also.. kind of lonely. I never met my mother, she died when I was younger. My father, like your mother, was a drunk. He always blamed us for our mother's death. One night, things got really bad. I had two sisters. You know Ann. And the other one was Mary. Marybell. She left this place a few years ago. I don't know why, but I have a pretty good guess.
     "Anyway, one night, my father got drunk, and he crossed the line. He was harassing my sisters. He threatened to kill them when they tried to reject him. I, obviously, got angry, and I told him to quit his shit. He got more mad at me and started becoming violent. He threw a bottle at me to shut me up. ..then he came at me with a broken one, and we fought until.." He became silent.

     "Until what?" I whispered.

     "Until I stabbed him. With his own bottle. I didn't mean to kill him. I didn't want to. But he was hurting my family."

     "I believe he got what he deserved."

     Tyler looked at me and smiled sadly. "I'm glad you feel better."

     "You've been very kind to me, Tyler. Why?" I asked softly.

     He glanced at my lips.

     "I.. don't know.."

     He leaned in.

     I closed my eyes and our lips met.

     It was a soft kiss, a very nice one. He pushed, and I pushed back. I grazed my tongue on his sharp teeth as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He held the back of my head to deepen our kiss. I needed to breathe after a while, so we broke apart.

     "Sleep in my room?" he asked.

     I nodded.