Tasting 281
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281âSuch A Caring Guy
Nora:
âWhat is all this?â I asked Brody as he entered my room, struggling with a huge snack basket and
some cold drinks slipping from his hands.
I quickly helped him and set everything down.
âThereâs a mini fridge,â he pointed to the corner of the room. âI wanted to fill it up, but we arrived in
such a hurry that I couldnât prepare anything for you.â It was so thoughtful of him to care so much.
âYouâve already made my stay here comfortable, and now this?â It was honestly too much, and I felt
guilty for freeloading.
âNora! Nothing I do for you is ever enough. And please, once again, donât think you owe me
anything. I just want to do all this for you so that you forgetâ,â he suddenly stopped, almost
mentioning my last week in the Red Storm pack.
It was terrible.
âThank you, Brody. I guess fate brought us together at that party,â the Moon Goddess must have felt
a little sorry for me to give me Brody, who could heal my wounds. Because other than him, everyone
else seemed to have just forgotten about me.
âGood night, and if you need anything, give me a call, okay?â Brody didnât even stay behind to ask
for any intimate gesture. He just did a kind deed and left the room. After properly
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organizing the snacks in the basket and placing the drinks in the fridge, I sat on the bed in my
pajamas and added every contact to my new phone.
After filling up the contacts, my finger hovered over my stepbrothersâ names. I wondered what they
might be doing.
Maybe they were missing me and possibly regretting their behavior at the end. With that thought in
mind, I decided to call Lord Atwood.
He deserved an apology from me. He might think I was just a selfish girl who used him for comfort
and then ditched him when things got difficult.
I called his number, but he wouldnât pick up.
âMaybe itâs too late,â I sighed, putting my phone aside and lying in bed. It felt so unfamiliar and not
like home. A warm tear ran down my cheek as I stared at the ceiling, missing my own bed. I didnât
want this to be my forever.
I woke up feeling very dizzy and tired. Also, upset. It felt like a part of me had died. I held my phone
in my hands and kept staring at it.
I wished my brothers would check on me. But since they werenâ t, I decided to text Lord Atwood
myself.
I called him, but just like last night, he didnât answer. I wondered what was keeping him so occupied
that he couldnât even spare me a text or a call back.
âI should text him,â I said to myself, typing a heartfelt message. In my mind, I couldnât call this place
home, even though I knew
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how comfortable I had been here.
Me: Hello, good morning. I hope you have the best day. Iâve arrived at the pack and met some
members too. Theyâre all nice and even praised me for my manners and good behavior. I told them I
learned it from my stepfather. Everyone loves you here; you truly are an inspiration.
The fact that nobody really liked me as his stepdaughter, yet i had to say all these things just to
butter him up and get a response, made me feel so sad inside.
But I was determined to do well.
Me: Also, did you take your medicine? I would be very upset if you didnât. You need to take care of
yourself. Iâm not sure when Iâll come back, but when I do visit you, I want to find you healthy and in
good spirits.
A tear rolled down my cheek as I tried so hard to get a response from him. I was still living in the
time when they were loving towards me. When I mattered the most to Lord Atwood.
Times have changed, and he didnât even want to respond to me, yet I kept going on and on. Tired of
being ignored, I finally got out of bed and headed for the shower. I could hear people on the road
and outside the mansion. Their lives had begun the minute the sun came up, but mine hadnât.
I felt so out of place.