The girl stuck in books

A new beginning

DISCLAIMER: if you are reading this, that means I have edited the chapter before this one so it won't make as much sense, so you can either read it and be confused or pretend this chapter and the ones after it don't exist until I am done editing- ANDREAAAA

I jumped out of the Jeep and immediately regretted my decision. Pain sparked up my body and I inwardly groaned. Holding my breath so I don't make a fuss, I started towards the house.

Fuck this hurts

Usually the pain after a long hike is beautiful, not when you actually hurt your legs. I tried to hide my limp but it was no use.

"Could you walk any slower, grandma?" Alex dead panned. I rolled by eyes at him, but continue walking.

Walking up the stairs was a pain so great, after a while I though I was gonna die. I was gonna die on the steps. I had to pause, I was only three steps in.

I hear Alex's feet behind me and immediately started jogging up.

Fuck this hurts, fuck this hurts.

I was about halfway up and knew I wouldn't make it, but Alex was right on my tail.

"Slow down Lotts" I heard a voice a few steps down.

"I thought I was too slow" I counter back. Maybe I was acting like a bitch, but I honestly didn't care, I just wanted to go to sleep.

"Let me help you" Alex grabs my arm but I rip it out of his grip.

"I don't need your help" I kept my head forwards and reached the top step, fucking finally.

"Stop being like that Lottie, I know you need help"

"Being like what Alex?! Being the first person who doesn't actually like you ?"

I walk into my room and slam the door shut.

I hadn't even gotten to my bed before he walked in.

"What is your problem?" He sighs

"What is my problem? What the fuck is yours?!" I was pissed at this point. I needed him to leave so I can cry is peace.

I try and take off my shoes with my scratched up hands but I could barley bend my knees without groaning.

"Let me help you" Alex knelt in front of me, and took off my shoes.

I stare down at his beautiful face, I was so close to him, I could see the deep blues that swirled into his deep green eyes.

I look away. Once again, his Beauty betrayed me.

After taking my shoes off he still knelt there, staring at my legs. I started to get self conscious and pulled my legs away from him. He looked up at me with pain in his eyes, "you need to treat these cuts" he murmured. He grabbed my hand to help me stand up.

Instead of letting me walk, he grabbed under my knees and carried me bridal style.

Setting me down on the bathroom counter, he closes the door and looks at my legs. "You really took a fall, didn't you" he laughed to himself but I couldn't bring it in myself to even smile.

He takes out the first aid kit and starts cleaning my knees and the tiny scrapes under them. I winced and grabbed his shoulders. This hurts worse than the fall.

After that he bandages my knees up and works on my hands, "you lost a lot of skin" he looks at my once delicate hands.

He scrubbed the dirt and rocks still stuck in them and I was wondering if this is what hell felt like.