Bleeding Hearts

Chapter 15

*Aaliyah's P.O.V*

Zero lets me cling to her for a while, my head resting on her shoulder. If she wants me to let go of her, she doesn't tell me that. She gently pats my back as she rocks the both of us, allowing me to get comfortable.

"I'm starved," I mutter, finally lifting my head up, making her hum softly as she moves to set me down. I hiss in disapproval as I wrap my legs around her, clinging to her even tighter.

"I cannot carry you all day," Zero says dryly, her nails scratching my back slightly as she pushes me back so that I can look her in the eyes.

"Yes you could," I say as I look her in the eyes, huffing when she dares to try and set me down again. That was the second time in 5 minutes, that was so rude of her to do.

"I can not," Zero informs me as she smiles slightly, trying to hide it by looking away.

"Can too. You're a vampire, you don't get tired," I point out. It was true and she couldn't even deny it, vampires couldn't really feel tired or exert themselves too much. Not unless they were like trying to hold up an entire building. So therefore she was able to hold me for as long as I needed her to.

"Okay, well I don't always want to hold you. I'm trying to go get you a bag of blood and it would be much easier if you weren't clinging to me like a koala," Zero states after a moment, making me huff again. I want to argue but there is a knock on the door, so I reluctantly let myself be set down.

"You're holding me again later," I inform Zero, leaving the room before she can argue with me or tell me no. I make my way down the hallway, pausing when I come to the front door. I try to fix the shirt that I am wearing, the baggy material making me feel more comfortable.

I reluctantly open the door, wanting to slam it as soon as I see who is standing there. The only thing keeping me from slamming the door is the fact that I feel frozen, my hand shaking slightly. I don't know if it's the anger or my hurt making it hard for me to shut the door.

"Aaliyah," my mother's voice in loud in my ears and I bite my bottom lip, bile rising in the back of my throat. All I could remember was her saying my name with such disgust, such anger.

"No, you're not supposed to be here," I say, my body trembling with the effort it takes to keep me standing, to keep myself from throwing up.

"Please, let us speak," my father says and that's enough to make me snap out of being frozen.

"NO! You don't get to speak. You spoke enough when you said that I had betrayed everyone, how I wasn't your daughter! You don't get to try and speak to me now. I was happy, I was moving on the damage that you caused me! It's not fair for you to get redamage me again, just to throw me away when it most suits you," I snap, raising my voice slightly. I see the way my father flinches but I don't care, he deserves it.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Aaliyah," my mother whispers and steps forward. I open my mouth to protest but stop when she holds out a small folded blanket. It's my baby blanket, the one I used to carry around with me all the time when I was younger.

"I cannot apologize enough to take away your pain, I would if I could but I cannot. So I will only offer my apologies and offer you something that is rightfully yours," my mother says as she holds out the baby blanket. I stare at it blankly, not reaching out to take it from her. I see her lips press together into a small frown before she sets the blanket down on the ground in front of me before stepping back.

I stare at it, not saying anything as they leave. Once they teleport away, I reach down and pick it up. I step back inside while holding it, cradling it close to my chest as I make my way into the living room. I sink down onto the floor as I unfold it, a glimmer in the light catching my eyes. My breath catches in my throat as I pick up the necklace that has been folded up into it.

It was a simple gemstone, dark blue in color and it was held into place by part of a plant that had woven around it and up to the necklace chain. It had been made from the first plant my mother had grown with her magic. I had always wanted it when I was younger but it was so sacred to her, a symbol of her power, that I had settled on the fact I would never get it.

I set it onto the coffee table in front of me, looking at my baby blanket that is now draped over my legs. It was a soft blue color, intermixed with several different colors. The most prominent color besides blue was a deep red color. They were supposed to represent the different colors of magic with the second most prominent color being the type of magic the child had.

Before I knew it, I was crying. Tears ran down my face as I held the blanket to my chest, curling up into a ball as my shoulders heave with the sobs that escape me. My magic bubbles up, curling around me as if to protect me.

"I hate them, I hate them, I hate them," I sob, hating them for how much they had hurt me. For how much they had changed my life. It wasn't fair that they had gotten to do that, it just wasn't! I was their child, they were supposed to love me! What had I done wrong? That's all I can think of as my magic cocoons around me, the pressure of it causing me to grow tired and weary at the same time. It finally dissipates when I drift off to sleep.