THE FORGIVEN BITE

Chapter 24 - Strange Night

Hello, Guys! I know it's been two months I updated this story. Had been really busy. Sorry guys. Here is a new update. I hope this will make up for the delay and hope you like it :)

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~Chapter 24 - Strange Night~

Safe!

I slammed the door shut and leaning against the door, I let the tears of pain come out. My mind screamed out as the pain drove through my arm. Off lights and calmness in the house was proof that Gran didn’t wake up while I was gone. If that was the case, then I would have had hysteric Gran, waiting for me. Pressing the wound snugly with the material of my gown-- in an attempt to hide the wound in case Gran wakes up and decides to come out, and to stop the free flowing surge of sticky blood-- I tiptoed my way up the stairs. Each step intensified the noise as I hurried towards my room. I wanted nothing more than to be inside it before Gran wakes up and notices my condition.

Beads of sweat broke out on my face as I pulled myself the rest of the way up.

I locked my room door and rushed inside the bathroom. Warm blood was gushing out of the exposed wound. I put my arm under the running tap. Gritting against the frigid water that felt like needles pierced in my arm, I cleaned the wound. I put off the faucet and the wound started bleeding again. It was then I noticed how deep the cut was.

I would certainly need stitches!

The pain was increasing. My arm felt heavy; I felt like ripping it off. And the worst was, I couldn’t even scream. My breath caught in throat with a barely audible gasp as I fought against crying out.

First aid, where is the first aid box?

I searched in all drawers of my night table, even the wardrobe, throwing things out in process. Just then my phone buzzed. I wanted to ignore it, but it was Ron. By no means could I avoid his call. I sat at the edge of the bed and taking a deep breath, received the call.

“Yes... Ron.”

“Ash, you okay? Did you reach home? I called you so many times. I was worried about you. Why didn’t you receive my call? I was just thinking of-”

“I am fine, Ron,” I replied, trying my best to keep my voice steady, but it was hell difficult. It hurt.

I wish I could tell you Ron. I knew you were the only person who would have believed me.

But I myself was finding it difficult to believe it. I didn’t know what it was, but there was someone who was strong and powerful and dangerous. That bird... images of that beastly bird attacking me flashed in my mind, sending a chill through my bone. It still felt like a dream, no not a dream- a nightmare.

And also Ron had lot more problems to handle.

I tuned in to what Ron was saying, “I had decided if you do not receive my call, then I would come to your place... Ash, are you listening?”

“Yes, Ron. I was in bathroom and my pho-” I paused to bit back a scream. The pain was reaching its peak. I never imagined a simple wound would cause so much pain. “I had left it on bed,” I continued and in the desperation to end the call, I added, “Ron, I am feeling sleepy. Please if you don’t mind...”

“Um- okay,” Ron replied hesitantly and even though I couldn’t see him, I knew he was surprised. I felt like a worst person at the moment. I would have stayed up all night, talking with him, but I was afraid he would notice pain in my voice. And that was the last thing I wanted tonight. Like a pathetic person I was, I disconnected the call. My phone slipped out of my hand and dropped down. The pieces scattered all over the floor.