Bones [Volturi Kings]

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The kings stayed with her all night, not leaving her side for even a second. It was clear they were all still on edge from the attack, their eyes sharp and muscles taut as if they were waiting for another one to happen at any moment.

Bella had arrived home shortly after them. After making a quick stop in Sophie's room to check on her sister, she retired to her own room, but not before telling Sophie that she was welcome to sleep with her if she needed to.

Though, she didn't get much sleep, anyway.

Every time she tried to close her eyes, she could only see Riley's face and remember how close he had been to killing her. Panic was always close to the surface, just waiting to spill over into her veins and send her into a spiraling attack. And while each of her mates were trying to give her space, she knew they were struggling not to comfort her.

And she wanted them to, so badly. But she couldn't bring herself to step over the line she had drawn for herself.

So instead, they only spoke in short, hushed sentences. She wasn't ready to wake her father up accidentally and only really spoke when her mates asked how she was feeling, otherwise content to listen to their quiet chatter.

It was comforting to have them there, as much as she hated to admit it. With each interaction she had with them, she could feel her resolve growing weaker and weaker. They were only there for a couple more weeks, their plan to only stay until just after Bella graduated.

Sophie didn't know what she'd do with herself when they left her.

By the time morning came, Sophie was exhausted. The dark circles that always seemed to be present under her eyes seemed even darker and her movements even slower than normal. At the same time she was restless, hating to be cooped up in her room and dying for it to be morning. She was out of bed right when she heard her dad leave for work and making her way towards the bathroom.

She could feel the wounds in her neck, was itching to see how bad the damage actually was.

Her breath caught in her throat when she saw her damaged skin in the mirror. Carlisle was correct in saying they'd bruise but she wasn't prepared for how dark they'd actually be. She stepped closer to her reflection, her watery blue eyes glued to her neck.

Her bony fingers traveled up to her neck, and she winced softly when she poked at her wounds. Her neck was splotched in small, dark bruises where Riley's nails had punctured her skin, the wounds an ugly red and not yet closed.

Sophie's already shallow breathing intensified, leaving her fingers feeling tingly and heart racing in her chest. She could feel the panic finally begin to seep into her veins and she gripped the countertop of the sink, trying her best to fight back the tears that were stinging her eyes.

She knew the kings were probably well aware of the oncoming panic attack, but she didn't want them to witness it firsthand. Panic attacks were something she often got, especially when she had first been diagnosed with anorexia, and while she was normally good at talking herself out of them, the angry marks on her pale skin were preventing her from seeing reason.