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Finding My Own Way	By : TammyDevil666 Category: S through Z > Southern Vampire Views: 1812 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Southern Vampire Mysteries or any referenced characters and no money is made from this story. It is purely for fun.

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Sookie hated that she was doing this, but didn’t see another choice. She wanted the few items that belonged to Bill out of her house, and knew he wasn’t likely to stop by any time soon to collect them. If she had anything to say about it, this would be the last time she would ever set foot near the old Compton residence. It had been in his family for generations, and she always found the place to be a bit creepy.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
Sookie took a step back at his harsh tone, seeing that he was shirtless and his hair was all disarrayed. She was pissed off that he had the nerve to be mad at her after everything he said the other night. Instead of answering, she thrust the box of his things against his chest. “I wanted your junk out of my house. It’s all there, every little thing you decided to leave behind.”
He threw the box to the floor, not giving it a second thought. “You think I really care about any of that stuff? You could have just burned it, but you chose to come here. I think you just wanted to see me again. Regretting your decision already, are you?”
She laughed. “You must be dense if you think I could ever regret that, especially with how you spoke to me at Merlotte’s. You are not the only man in this world, Bill Compton. I will find someone else, and he’ll be ten times better than you. I’m relieved that I realized this now, thank you for making me see the light.”
Bill grabbed her arm in a tight grip, getting into her face. “You are nothing but a worthless bitch, you know that? This is all just a front; I was the best thing to ever happen to you. When you end up all alone, don’t come crying to me. I’ve gotten better pleasure from my own hand, sharing a bed with you is like sleeping with a cold fish. I’m glad I can finally be honest about that.”
Sookie ripped her possibly now bruised arm out of his grasp, not about to let him see her on the verge of tears.
“William, are you done yet?” a voice whined from inside the house. “You have a real woman now, no need to waste your time with that loser. Come back to bed, baby.”
“I’ll be there in a second, sweetheart,” he responded, turning back to Sookie one last time. “Lorena always knows just how to keep me satisfied. Every time I was with you, I had to picture her just to get off.”
Before Sookie could stop herself, she slapped him hard across the face. “Go to hell,” she snapped, heading back across the cemetery and officially out of that bastard’s life.

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No matter how hard she tried to control it, the tears wouldn’t stop when Sookie finally reached her house. He made her feel worthless; it was as if their entire time together meant nothing to him. She now had to wonder if it was all a lie, maybe he never did love her. How could someone be so hurtful if they really loved you? She wiped her eyes, tired of crying over Bill Compton. He wasn’t worthy of a single tear.
“Are you all right?”
Sookie was startled out of her thoughts, and truly embarrassed to have Eric see her like that. She nodded, giving him a small smile. “I’m fine, just dealing with allergies.”
He obviously didn’t believe her, but decided to let it go. “I’m thinking about redecorating my house, possibly give it a paint job, but I could really use a woman’s opinion. I don’t know much about this stuff.”
“Oh, I could help you with that,” Sookie chirped, suddenly in a much better mood. This would be just the distraction she needed.

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“I’m not sure if I should go light or dark. What do you think?”
Sookie glanced around his living room, seeing that there were only a couple of boxes left to unpack. “I think maybe a light blue would work in here, it’ll really open the room up. And since this is the first area you see when you walk in, you want it to be more inviting. For the bedrooms, you should probably go with a beige color.”
Eric nodded, giving her suggestions some consideration. “It’s only one bedroom, I was thinking of turning the second into an office of some kind.”
“In that case, maybe like a dark blue. I guess it depends on the kind of atmosphere you want the office to have, if it’s supposed to be serious, or just for fun.”
He smiled. “Anything goes; it just basically consists of my computer right now. I used to own a night club in New York, but I’ve been trying to get back on my feet. New place, new job, so far I’ve only managed to get work at a construction site. The pay isn’t much, but it’s better than nothing. How long have you been a waitress?”
“For almost four years now, I’ve been at the bar since I was nineteen. It was right after my Gran passed and I really needed a job, Sam’s been great to me.”
“Is he your boyfriend?” Eric wondered, trying not to seem too interested.
She shook her head, a smile forming on her face. “No, he’s my boss, we’re just good friends. I actually broke up with my boyfriend recently, he wasn’t right for me.”
Eric noticed her rubbing a spot on her arm, gently taking hold of her wrist to examine it better. “Where did you get that?”
Sookie saw him staring at her very obvious bruise, once again cursing Bill Compton with every fiber of her being. “It’s nothing; I can be such a klutz sometimes. So, let’s talk more about your office.”
Eric knew a subject change when he heard one, and figured that Sookie would tell him the truth when she was ready. Besides, it wasn’t like he didn’t have a few secrets of his own.

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Sookie sat down on the couch, admiring their handy work. Only half of the wall was painted so far, but she was definitely right with the color choice. It brightened up the whole room and once they were finished, it would look beyond amazing. She took in a deep breath, gazing at the man beside her and thinking of how to start this particular conversation.
“You’re a nice person, Eric. I can tell that from just spending a few days with you, it’s not right for everyone to say such horrible things. I’m assuming you’ve heard the rumors, why haven’t you set them straight yet? I mean, people are saying you killed your family, it’s just silly.” He grew very quiet and Sookie was worried that she had offended him, but when he did finally speak up, it was the last thing she expected to hear.
“They’re not wrong.”
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