"Stella," he whispers. "Stella, we have to get up."
I groan. "What's happening?"
"Jaden's been yelling for the past five minutes, I'm going to go see what he wants," Lamar says.
"I'm coming," I say.
"No," he says. "I only woke you up so you wouldn't wake up when I'm gone."
"How long . . ?" I ask.
"I was going to go get breakfast afterwards," he says, his voice is raised slightly due to Jaden's shouts. "I'll be right back." He takes his arms away from me and sits up.
"Wait!" I say, panicked. "Your tattoo." I sit up next to him. I stand and grab the jacket off the floor. "Here." I say.
"Thanks," he slips the jacket on and zips it up. "I'll be back." He takes my hand and squeezes it for a moment, then he stands and walks down the stairs.
After a moment, I follow him, but I stop at the top of the stair-case. I see Jaden and the four men that attacked me last night . . . And Grace.
I hear them talking, but I can't make out what they're saying, I am too shocked that Grace is really upset with us.
I don't hear anything until Jaden is in here, throwing punches at Lamar. They fight for a few long moments, and then, Lamar shoves Jaden out of the door-way and yells something at him. The men, Grace, and Jaden are gone in seconds.
I rush down the stairs, Lamar looks up at me, his face is cut just above his eye-brow.
"Oh, my God," I say, rushing towards him.
"He had a knife," he says. "But I'm fine."
I grab his wrist and drag him to the kitchen, I rummage through the space on top of my microwave, searching for some kind of salve that might be there to help him. Then I remember.
"I'll be right back," I say as I turn and run down the small space towards the stairs that lead to my room, I slip my hand under the pillow on my side of the bed, and pull the salve the Amity gave me when I was pushed off the train. I remember the pain and my determination to get here. So odd how that was only two days ago.
I rush back down the stairs and to the kitchen. Lamar is still there. I twist the cap off of the container and dip two of my fingers into the salve. I look back up at him, blood is rising to his wound, it looks like some is about to run down his face.
He touches my wrist, and I remember that the salve is on my fingers. I bring my fingers up to his wound and rest the heel of my hand on his fore-head. I hesitantly press the tips of my fingers to his wound, he winces as I rub the salve over the cut.
"Are you okay?" I ask him for the first time.
He clears his throat. "Yeah," he says when I am done. I dry my fingers on my clothes. "Where'd you get that?"
"Amity," I say. "I went there on the way here. You know, after the train."
He is quiet for a long time. "How's your side?" He asks quietly.
"It's getting better," I say. I have only used the salve once, and that was when they applied it to me. I'll have to start using it if I want to start fighting again. "So is my shoulder."
"Can I see?" He whispers.
I nod as I lift the sleeve over my healing wound, it is starting to scar, Amity must have applied salve to it as well.
His fingers brushes my skin just below the scar. When he takes his fingers away, I pull the sleeve back down. He gestures towards my side. I touch the hem of my shirt before I slip it through my fingers and pull it up until my dark bruise is revealed. I see that two of my ribs are covered with dark blue and purple instead of my pale skin. He grabs my waist as he stares down at my discolored skin.
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My Insurgent Life (Completely Fanfiction) Wattys2015
FanfictionThe squeal to 'My Divergent Life'. In this story secrets are reveled, lies are told, lives are threatened. This story will toy with your heart and mind, leave you wanting more by the end. (This story is completely fanfiction, I do not own the story...