The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 400: A truth - III

Before I could even reach the doors, they opened and Marilyn stepped out. Her eyes widened at the sight of me running towards her, and she stepped back, giving me space to come into the room.

I stopped shortly, and she closed the door behind me. Turning towards her, we crossed the distance towards each other before I enveloped her in a hug.

It was until then I could control my feelings. After that, everything broke, and I started to cry.

Every feeling that I had felt from the beginning to the moment until now, everything came crashing towards me, and I cried as loudly as I could. I have no fear that anyone could hear me, because in that moment, I was with someone I cared about truly.

My Merliyn.

"I—" she stuttered, "I do not know what’s going on, but the way you are crying, princess, I am scared, is everything alright?"

I shook my head into her shoulder. I was not alright. Nothing was alright. Everything had gone bad!

"Genevieve, cry later, but please tell me what’s going on." she tried to pull me away from her, but failed because clinged on like a babe to his mother.

"Dear god," she grunted before wretching me away from her. Holding me away so that our faces were in front of each other, she focused on me, "tell me what happened and then you can cry as much as your heart desires."

Remembering all of it, just to tell her again, had my lower lip verbal as I started to cry again. My chest moved up and down quickly as the sobs left me.

Out of options, she watched me start crying again before bringing me closer. Her hand patted and caressed my back and my hair as much as she could. she pulled me closer all the while standing still.

"Let it all out," she said, "I am with you, right here."

I continued crying, closing my eyes and letting out everything I felt. To revise what it felt to witness the horror and not receiving an opportunity to cry because I did not have my friend with me.

The pain came back, I felt exactly how it had once impacted me. The pain was in my mind and in my body and I wanted to do anything to not experience it.

Hiccups marked the end of my crying, and I finally stepped away from her. I still remained in her arms.

"Come on," She whispered, rubbing my shoulder as she guided me to sit. " I shall prepare prepare hot tea for you with ginger to soothe your throat."

I sniffed, nodding my appreciation, and realising at the same time that my throat did feel sore. I watched as the team came out of the kettle that she prepared and soon, I had a stream cup of tea in my hands.

Without carrying for the burn, I drank a sip before going for another. It made a positive impact on my throat and I appreciated it very much.

"Would you tell me what it is?"

I looked up and into her eyes before realizing that this was the one person whom I did not ever need to omit, or alter any of my truth for.

So I told Marilyn everything I heard. I even went into the details of how exactly I felt and what I did until it was finally too much to bear, and I just laid down on the cold snow that felt like my death bed at that moment.

I told her about when Tristan came, and the sounds I heard filled with horror and fear. The men felt when he tore them apart, and at the end, I saw all of them scattered around in the red snow that was once white.

Marilyn attempted to stand up and hug me, but I reached my hand and held her movement. I needed to tell her more. I was yet to her what happened today.

Once she had time, I told her, but that happened today. I told her how it felt knowing that someone could have protected me from it and they just simply failed.

I told her how I felt when he said that he could stop the night, but he could not just be there to stop the cause of them.

"It is difficult to feel one thing. I feel betrayed and angry, but I also feel sad at the same point. I do not know what to think or feel at this point and I absolutely hate it. I feel like I should throw this in his face, but you told me that vampires can heal very well, so it would not do much damage."

"Oh Genevieve," the pity on her voice was not lost, and so was on her action when she came to me and hugged me from the side. "I’m so terribly Sorry for all of this. Why did you never tell me? A nightmare?! Since when have you suffered from those all by yourself?!"

I shrugged. "Ever since then. I think it is the first time I have cried in the presence of someone. I would usually cry alone in the bath or at night."

"You should have told me—"

I shook my head. "Absolutely not. I skipped on the truth with Catherine as well so please do not mention it in front of her. The fewer people know about it, the better. You are the last one I intend to tell anyone about it."

"I understand and you have my words that no one will ever come to know of this."

Silence came to us when I focused on drinking the tea. Once it was finished, Marilyn took the cup away from me, and held my hands in her own.

"Tell me what I can do?" She asked earnestly.

"I wish I knew, Marilyn." I answered honestly. I really wish I did because it would have made things a lot easier to deal with.