Big Sister, His Savior (GxG)

2- Clueless

"I fucked up."

Lindzey's POV

I feel my finger twitch on my stomach, my palm lying flat, my head pounding as I attempt to open my eyes. Though, I feel as if my attempt fails as I peek them open and immediately get blinded by the light that shines into my room, into my eyes. I quickly squeeze my eyes shut again, fighting off the burning sensation. I definitely was not ready for that. Though, soon enough I attempt it again, my eyes slowly peeking open again as I try to allow myself to adjust to the light and spot to the right of the room, the sun seeping through the slightly closed curtain. Fuck, my head's pounding.

As my brain tries to shake off the foggy sensation, I take a moment to look around the room, not seeing much more than a side table next to me, a bookshelf in the far right corner behind a door, and a large desk near the window. Ah, nice room. I sigh to myself before my breath hitches as I come to the realization; this isn't my room! And I have no idea where the fuck I am!

My body seems to act quicker than my brain, quickly shooting up into a sitting position from the spot I'm lying and panicking. I throw the blanket off of my body, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, immediately wincing in pain as I stand up causing me to look down.

I let out a small gasp as I spot myself having been changed into short and a lengthy sweater, knowing I had been in ripped jeans and a thin t-shirt beforehand.

As I inspect further, I also spot stitches on the wolf bites, though I ignore it the best I can as I make my way to the door in the room, limping, reaching for the knob.

THANK THE FUCKING EVERYTHING! I mentally shout, not really knowing what I mean as I turn the knob and find it, surprisingly, unlocked. Slowly creak the door open, trying to limit any noises that may come with it, shocked when I don't hear even the tiniest of squeaks.

I limp my way out of the room and down the long hall, maroon shade coding the walls. My heart starts to beat rapidly, scared for my life as look around... See, I'm thankful I'm even alive right now, let alone walking, but what kind of person found me? They changed my clothes, what if they did more while I was unconscious? What if they're some creep or even worse, creeps, that plan to do something to me while I'm awake? Or creatures planning on eating me?

I shake my head out of my thoughts, trying to stop the bad habit but who can blame me in this type of world? I just want to go home. I quickly think quietly, and make my way down the hall, spotting so many more rooms. What if there are more people than just me here? Taken and trapped?

How fucking big is this place!? I mentally groan as finally make it to the end of the hall, seeing a huge room, which looks to be the living room. And not only that, but I also see three people sitting on a couch, their backs facing me. How many people live here?

The one sitting to the left has almost black-colored, short hair perched on the top of their head, and is seemingly pretty tall. Also seems to be the only man in the room, the other two's structure being obvious that they are women, if I have to guess that is. The woman to the right has dyed dark blue hair, reaching just at her shoulders. The woman sitting in the middle, also the last person in the room, has dark purple hair pulled up into a messy bun.

The two on the outer sides seem to be comforting the younger woman in the middle, her shoulders shaking as she takes in a deep breath, sniffling in the process.

Seeing as I know that I won't be able to get past them even if I try my hardest, I decide to just make myself known. "W-where am I?" I gulp, watching as the three stand up and turn to look at me in a matter of seconds, shock coating their faces. I take a limped step back as I look between the eyes staring at me, a set of red, teal, and brown stares back at me.

"O-oh um-" the one that sat in the middle stumbles over her words, being quick to wipe the tears that have fallen down her face. And for some unknown, weird reason, I want to go up to her and comfort her. No way in hell am I going to give in to it though. What the fuck is wrong with me?

"You're at our house, you were badly attacked by some wolves and we found you and fixed you up... Do you remember the attack?" the male in the room gently asks, seemingly being cautious. About what? I have no idea.

"Well no shit," I huff out a breath at that. I don't really mean to be rude or sarcastic with them after they saved my life but I think it's quite obvious I was attacked. How could I forget? And it's more than obvious I'm at someone's house. I roll my eyes, "I meant where am I? Where's Matthew?" I ask, shaking my head. As I do that one action though, I wince in pain once again. God my head and neck hurts like a bitch!

"Why don't you come and sit down? We can explain everything to you but you can open your stitches if you move about too much." The woman to the right says, slowly coming closer to me. I only back up more until my back hits the wall behind me, with this action, she thankfully stops in her tracks.

"I want to leave. I need to find Matty. I need to make sure he's okay." I state, looking between their faces, keeping an eye out for movement.

"W-well before you go we sh-" The younger woman starts to speak, though she is cut off by an ear-piercing scream. That's when I realize that the sound is coming from my mouth, even making me cringe at it. My head hurts, my body aches. As a matter of fact, my body is throbbing from the inside out. What the fuck is wrong with me? What did they do to me? My legs begin to feel so weak under me and in a matter of seconds, my knees collapse and hit the hard, oak wood floor under me, just catching myself with my hands.

I hear rushed feet run toward me but I shout at them, my heart feeling strained more and more by the minute, feeling just seconds away from stopping in my chest. "NO! DON'T COME NEAR ME!" I shout my right hand slams up to my chest, clenching where my heart is. "What did you do to me?" I mutter, feeling weaker, sweat gradually dripping down my face.

As someone starts to respond, my brain won't let me focus on their words, only slowly shutting down. I feel my body clash with the floor before I'm fully out. Not a thing in sight. Not a noise to be heard.