BOOK 2 OF THE BELLAMY BLAKE SERIES
"You used to know me." I murmur, staring at my hands as if they show the blood that coats them.
"No," Bellamy shakes his head. "I do know you, Hailey," he grabs my chin.
"I'm a monster," I say, a tear falling dow...
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Screams ripple through the air, bludgeoning my eardrums and ripping my mind to shreds. I press my hands tight against my ears, but the noise doesn't stop, it only gets louder and louder and louder and...
"HAILEY!"
I jolt awake, causing the screaming to stop immediately. My first instinct is to grab my knife and fling it at the person who shook me awake, so I let it fly. It lands in the assailant's, or MIloch's shoulder, causing him to grunt.
"Holy shit, Miloch, I'm so sorry." I apologise, the past nightmare forgotten.
He shakes his head before he rips the knife from his shoulder or rather his thick undercoat.
"Body armour." He assures, flipping the knife back around and handing it to me.
"Thanks," I mutter, taking it and placing it back in my sheath. "Why did you wake me up?" I ask, rubbing my eyes.
"You were uh..." he trails off, unsure of how to answer. "You were screaming Elliot's name." He answers finally.
My face falls when last week's events fade in. Even after days of training and pushing aside the emotions, they're still there, persistent as ever. I clamp my eyes shut and clench my jaw, shoving them away and locking them up.
I see his mouth open to say something else, but I put my hand, "em's ku," It's okay. "I'm fine," I murmur, putting my hand down. "You keep treating me like I'm going to break," I say, shaking my head.
I rise to my feet and grab my sword. I turn back to him with my newly dull eyes and drunken cheeks. "I'm fine, Miloch," I say before turning around and walking away.
"Where are you going?" He calls out.
I stop and turn around. "You said we have a three-day trek to TonDC, so..." I trail off, raising my brows expectantly.
He swallows, "Right, yes." He looks down and begins to gather his things, causing my eyebrows to furrow.
"Is everything alright?" I ask, walking back towards him.
He remains unmoving, his shoulders slumped and his eyes blank, while my arms are crossed and my back is straight. What a contrast.
"No," He begins, standing. "I'm just worried that all of this is going to hit you and you're going to be knocked off of your feet from the guilt and the pain," he sighs, turning away.
I sigh before setting my hand on his arm. "I'm okay," I murmur.
He turns and looks back at me with a set brow. "That's exactly what I'm worried about."
