𝕸𝖀𝕽𝕯𝕰𝕽 | 𝖂𝖊𝖉𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖉𝖆𝖞

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞-𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖊

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XXXIX

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"Aiyla! Aiyla wake up!"

"Siktir git..."

"Fuck you, too."

Aiyla Demir groaned, feeling a sharp pain in her head that made her wash under waves of nauseousness. Distantly, she registered that someone was shaking her awake. She was in their arms, almost cradled to their chest.

She almost yelled in Turkish for them to get off.

Until she inhaled the familiar scent of musk and pine.

Xavier Thorpe.

She relaxed in his arms, fighting back the pain in her head and peeling her eyes open.

Her vision was blurry and clouded with blood. She could vaguely register the boy that was holding her. She tried to form words for a moment, but couldn't remember how to. Her mind was blank, the only thing she could register was pain.

And then it hit her.

Wednesday is still in that house.

Aiyla sat up so fast her vision span and coughed.

"Aiyla!" Xavier yelled, grabbing her and helping her up as she scrambled to stand, "Calm down. What happened?"

She looked up at him and placed her hands on his chest comfortingly, "I'm fine," she slurred out, "But Wednesday and Enid are still in there. I think whatever hit me took Tyler."

Xavier cupped her bloodied face in his hand and cringed, he set his jaw - rage filling his eyes, "Who did this to you?"

Aiyla shook her head, "It's doesn't matter. I don't even know, they hit me from behind."

As he saw her attempt to detach herself from him, in order to look for her best friend, Xavier held her arm tightly, "I'm carrying you-"

"I can walk," Aiyla huffed, swaying slightly, "Save that for the wedding night."

Xavier blanched. "What?"

Aiyla blushed, "You heard me."

And then she took off, speedwalking rather lopsided as she tried to come to her senses. Xavier followed her and they ended up outside the mansion, near a stone cutout in the wall. 

Wednesday and Tyler sat inside, and Tyler had a long gash of claws in his chest.

"Where'd you come from?" Wednesday hissed at Xavier.

"I called him," Aiyla replied.

Wednesday took in the sight of her matted hair and the gash at the side of her head, "Are you okay?"