Chapter 89: Chapter 89

Gabriela's POV

My father held my shoulders and he brought me up, forcing me to stand up on my bed.

I snorted at him. "Dad, I don't want to talk to him." I said, getting stubborn more than ever.

He snorted back at me. I probably acquired that habit from him.

"Then, go tell him that. You should go face him, Gab." My father firmly said.

"Dad, just tell him to go." I just don't have the face to be in front of him, not after what has happened that night.

That gala night, after leaving him, I felt so guilty. I almost came back to him to tell him that I really like him too. However, when I was hypnotized, that was the time I realized that I was right. I would only ruin him and I definitely did. He was almost killed for running to the black witches' den just to rescue us. He shouldn't do that, he should be thinking of his life and not mine.

That event makes me more convinced that I should not go near him. It would do us good, it would prevent any misfortune. That would be the best way for him to live his life without getting involved in a problematic situation that a hybrid like me would bring.

"Gab." My father held my hands. "Is it because of me? Is it because I am not a werewolf? Is that making you worry?" He asked.

I shook my head, it was not about my father. I have already accepted my identity. It is just that Butch is too good for me.

"Dad, it's not like that." That was the only words I could say, I could not elaborate it.

He caressed my hand as he looked at it.

"Your mother and I are two different species. Yet we manage to fall in love. What's stopping you, Gab?"

There goes his words of wisdom again. He is good at knocking some sense at me.

"He's just a friend, Dad. Stop talking about love." I said.

He snorted at me, but did not bother to respond to my statement.

"Then go talk to your friend," he said before leaving the room.

I sighed as I prepared myself to face him. This would be too difficult for me, I might lie in front of him again. It's not that I have another option... I just really can't ruin him.

Butch's POV -

She was not seeing me. Her father keeps on saying that she is still resting. Everytime I hear that from him, I want to go and make those black witches suffer. They have fucking hurt her really bad that she's been resting for numerous days.

I will never forgive them, after what they did. It would be only a matter of time that we would be making those witches suffer. I am sure that it is the same thing for Cyrus and Daxton. I am sure that we have the same thing in mind.

I am starting to wonder too. Is she just trying to avoid me? But why would she?

I just wanted to see her, if she is already fine. The last time I saw her, it was not good. She was bleeding then, and I wanted to make sure that she is now fine.

As days passes that I could not see her with my own eyes, I feel like I am getting tortured. All I wanted was to see her. In that way, I would feel at ease and function normally.

I stood up from my seat when I heard the door of her room open. However, I only got disappointed when it was not her. It was her father and he would probably say that she's still resting.

When he approached me, it was exactly the words that he said. I nodded and smiled.

"I'll come back another day, then." I said, feeling my chest tightened. I really wanted to see her, just a glimpse of her being fine would suffice.

Her father looked at me apologetically. I only nodded, respecting her decision.

I was ready to leave when I heard her door open once again. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her finally getting out to face me. I stared at her, there were still some bruises and scratches on her face.

My heart shattered when I saw the brace on her arm. Did she break her bone?

I would really fucking kill all those witches who had participated on this. I would fucking find the traitor.

Fuck, I brought her into this situation.

I wanted to run and hug her as she started to walk towards me. I have numerous things to say in front of her but now that she's in front of me, I just wanted to embrace her hoping that would be enough for her pain to go away.

"Don't come back here again," she said firmly.

I scanned her eyes, trying to read her emotions. I expected some words from her but not this.

I smiled at her, she has this hobby of breaking my heart. Even then, I could still offer this shattered heart to her. She could shatter it all she wants but I hope she'll expect that I'll still hand it to her.

She was someone I didn't expect to come but the one that I badly wanted to stay.

She was confused when I smiled at her.

"You don't tell me how to love, Gabriella." I said.

That surprised her even more. Her eyes began to water.

Fuck, did I said it wrong?

I closed the space between us and wiped her tears. I was not able to stop myself and asked, "Baby what's wrong?"

It was too late to take that back and I had no intentions of doing so.

She cried even more. She looks very fragile and I wanted to mend her. I wanted to stop her from crying but the more I held her, the further she cried.

I hugged her tight, not knowing what to do.

"B-Butch, p-please go away. I-I a-am a half-vampire," she said in between her sobs.

I caressed her hair. "I just told you not to tell me how to love."