Blood Legacy Chapter 113: 111. Why won't you tell us?

My hand wrapped a little tighter around that paper cup, feeling its coldness seep into my skin as I listened to those light footsteps trail right after me.

Fuck. She just couldn't give up, could she?

I blew out a tired sigh and forced myself to ignore her, set on making my way to that deserted picnic table at the very end of the school's outside cafeteria. I just wanted to enjoy my iced coffee in silence. Alone.

Why couldn't she just fucking get that?

"You can huff and glower at me however much you want, Care," she said from right behind me, following me as I sat down and placed my cup on the table.

"I've already told you; I'm not going anywhere," I watched her sit in front of me and place her tray on the table, all that from beneath the cover of my large hood.

I lightly shook my head and continued to ignore her, wrapping my lips around the straw and taking a mouthful of my iced coffee. I didn't really feel like eating. In fact, I kinda had trouble finding my appetite ever since I got back home. Nothing seemed to appease me anymore; not since I've gotten to taste *his* food... Everything paled in comparison. I wanted to eat his soup. His pasta. Those delicious cookies he used to bake for me and only me. I wanted his smile. The way those black eyes became hooded as I moaned with delight after every bite and every spoonful.

*Fuck.*

I blew out a shaky breath and snapped my eyelids tightly shut, willing myself to stop thinking about all that and focus on the present. It was all over now. I was here and he was there; wherever that was. I had to move on. Carry on with my life. He made it pretty clear; the fact that he didn't want anything to do with me when he brought me here. He didn't want me and I had to come to terms with that, whether I liked it or not. It didn't matter that it was slowly crushing me, burning me alive from the inside out-

The sudden feeling of liquid spilling over my hand had my eyelids flying open, hearing Jess' soft gasp in the background as my gaze fell on the crumpled paper cup beneath my fingers.

Shit.

I could already feel those multiple pairs of eyes burning holes into my body.

So I immediately let it go and stood up, about to scramble away from there but Jess was quick enough to move around the table and grab my arm.

"Wait,"

"Please, let me help you," I peered at her from beneath my hood, that forlorn and saddened lilt gripping her meek voice making me falter and stop. For a moment.

I remained quiet and she grabbed a tissue and started to clean up that milky cold liquid drenching my hand.

"I can bring you another one if you like," she sweetly offered, that familiar warmth and kindness in her tone making my chin wobble.

I thickly swallowed, watching her gently dab with that tissue over my skin, her fingers lingering over those scabbing cuts and scrapes over my knuckles.

I didn't really feel that comfortable with her touching them so I pried my hand away from her delicate grip, hearing her blow out a soft sigh.

"Come on, why don't you sit back down and I'll go fetch you another one, okay?" She said and before I could answer she had already left, leaving me no choice but to plop my butt back on that wooden bench, my gaze falling onto the spilled creamy liquid and ice cubes lying on the table.

*Crap.* I blew out an annoyed sigh and stood back up, grabbing some tissues from Jess' full tray before I started cleaning all that up.

I dabbed at the milky wetness and gathered those ice cubes, making it all a small and soaked pile before I went and threw everything into a trash bin nearby. I then returned to the table and I was just about to fetch myself another tissue from her tray to clean my hand when my gaze fell on my left wrist, my eyes immediately widening with alarm.

The silvery bangle had somehow slipped from underneath my sleeve and now it was out in the open, for everyone to see.

*Shit!*

I rushed to hide it back underneath my sleeve, cautiously peering from beneath my hood at those two tables so far away from my own.

Aaand of course they were already watching me, probably- no, definitely having noticed it before I had the chance to hide it away. *Shit on a cracker.* I sat down and hid my hand in my lap, my chin dipping to cover my face beneath the safety of my hood.

I heard some shuffling right next to me and I figured that Jess was already back, my gaze raising a little bit just in time to notice that fresh cup of iced coffee sitting on the table right in front of me.

I felt her sit next to me and I fought the urge to scoot away, my body stiff and unmoving as she placed a comforting hand over my arm.

"Come on, let's have something to eat. We can share from my tray. I have more than enough anyway," I mildly flinched at that sweetness in her voice, hating myself for what I was about to do. Again. She'd been doing this ever since I got back to school. Constantly filling up her tray with a copious amount of food, in hopes that I would eventually cave in and have something to eat with her.

"Nope, I'm good. I'll just have my coffee if you don't mind,"

Silence followed and I blew out a sigh, secretly knowing that I just made her feel like crap -again- but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I just couldn't. It made me feel sick. Just the thought of it. The thought of eating that bland and tasteless cafeteria food.

"Actually, yes I do mind," I suddenly blinked with surprise and confusion at the sound of that, hesitantly turning my head to peer at Jess from beneath my hood.

"Why are you doing this?" She said after a tired exhale, noticing that slight tremor in her tone.

"This isn't you, Care!" She whined with complaint and I couldn't help but flinch again, my own heart hurting at that tangible hint of desperation lacing her words.

"Why won't you tell us what happened to you, who did this to you..." she weakly begged, placing her hand over my arm again and I raised my sight to peer into her ocean blue eyes, noticing the way they rapidly filled with unshed tears.

"Care..."

My throat constricted with raw pain, fighting not to let myself react. I couldn't. I didn't want to.

"Did someone..." she visibly swallowed, eyes closing and letting out a shaky exhale as if struggling to rein herself in.

"Did someone...assault you?" So meek and quiet those words came out, her eyes filled with so much hurt and despondency as they peered right back into my own.

I couldn't help but notice the way her body trembled too, outlining her fear of what my answer could be.

I suddenly felt trapped. Cornered like a little prey.

I could feel those intense stares pinned on my frozen form and my jaw clenched, covertly peering from underneath my hood at those two tables far away from ours.

They were all intently watching me now. Desperately waiting for an answer.

I could swear that I even saw Estefany angrily wipe a stray tear from her cheek as she tightly held onto my sister, both staring at me as if waiting for the bomb to drop.

Even the boys were now staring back at me, David's features visibly filled with guilt and sorrow whilst his future leader looked downright angry and vindictive.

There was a part of me who wanted to say yes. Just so that I could see that look on his face, the way it would morph with horror and maybe even pain. But I couldn't do this to them. To Jess, my sister. Even to the three wolfy girls. It wouldn't've been right. Or fair.

So I settled for the truth instead.

I cleared out my throat and let out a small and humorless chuckle, my gaze meeting Jess' again as I simply replied,

"Very far from it, actually."

I watched her features soften with a small sense of relief before her brows furrowed with evident curiosity. But I wasn't going to further elaborate on that. That was all they were ever going to get. Nothing more.

That secret was to be mine and only my own to keep, destined to die and be buried with me.

The truth of how my first soulmate, the one originally created for me by fate itself had taken my heart and smashed it into million bits.