Cruel Actions

Chapter 4

The sun was close to setting. I walked away smiling like an idiot, but I entered the ER in a rush with a pit in my stomach and quickly recognizing one of the nurses.

It was my dads best friend, my favorite aunt, one of the best people in the world that I know, Thalia.

She acts just like how her names describes the meaning of Thalia.

Thalia is a Greek goddess that blooms and to flourish, the one that named me after my mother passed while giving birth to me unfortunately.

But her in my life is a blessing in disguise, and she helps my mom and I by being there for me when I need a mother figure and being there for when my father needs a hand.

"Bloody hell, what happen to your hand Kali?" I forgot to mention that she's British, which makes me British since my moms also British and my father is Hispanic.

Explaining to her what happened was hard because I was lying to her, "I was riding my skateboard on my way home and I ran over a rock, so my hand scraped against this piece of glass on the ground and then I was trying-"  She cut me off and questioned me.

"You were skating? And you tripped? And you didn't scrape your jaw or anything? Just your hand and that's it?" I was scared because she's also not dumb, and she obviously wasn't born yesterday either.

"Yeah?" I replied hoping she would just accept the lie. She was going to figure out exactly what was going on. On our way to the back room, she asked me, "So, who's the lad and what's he like?"

She looked towards me and smiled with a smirk and her eyebrow raised. "What? I'm not going to tell your father and I was also a teenager once you know,"

I sighed with relief knowing she has my back, "His name is Harrison and we were having a picnic, and he bought champagne, before you panic it was alcohol free,"

She looked at me and laughed, "Your too much of a wuss to drink or do anything like that anyway, so I'm not worried."

She's not wrong, but she didn't have to be so harsh about it either.

"Anyways, my idiot self didn't listen to him when he told me not to open it, so when I cracked it opened with a rock, I got the glass everywhere and I was picking it up with my hands and  I.. cut my..self. But it was an accident this time, I promise!"

Thalia was shaking her head and looking at me at the same time and said, "So your the bad influence on this kid, eh?"

"No- I mean, I guess, I don't know. But all you need to know that it wasn't his fault."

On our way towards the back, she asked how I got here. The car- MY CAR!

She shook her head and opened the door to my fathers office. My heart was racing because I didn't get a chance to ask Thalia if she could cover for me and not mention Stiles. "Hey my Conchita- ay, oh my god!" I knew what was coming so I just acted natural, by bursting in tears.

"Yeah dad, I fell while riding my skateboard and I was just trying to avoid getting my jaw smashed so I just tried to stop myself by putting my hands on the ground and my hand caught a piece of glass." I finished it off with a couple sniffs.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! Are you okay? Do you feel nauseous, do you have a headache, any vomiting, fainting, no?" I broke out a giggle, "I do feel quite nauseous though."

"How many stitches do think I'll have to get, to you know, fix the damage?"

"It'll be maybe 10 stitches, no biggie?" He scrunched his nose at me and walked off with a clip board that had papers.

Did he just say 'no biggie' to ten freaking stitches? I know it could be worse but still.

Whatever, this is what I get for not listening

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