I did not know how I managed to get into a cab, but my mind was screaming at me to get out, so that was exactly what I did. It seemed that my mind could never be actually quiet, it was flooded with questions once more.
My hair was falling in front of my face as I somehow could not manage to keep my head high enough to look straight forward. Holding my left arm, the side that had been pushed into the glass repeatedly, I tried to find a comfortable position in the car. It was not possible for me.
I felt blood all on my clothes, but I knew it was not enough for me to actually die, as the cuts had not hit anything too serious and damage parts of my body that would not stop bleeding. They were just tiny cuts. Tiny cuts and a pain in my lower rib when my father had kicked my stomach.
What did he mean with me spending the summer at Mateo Banes house? He couldn't just possibly send me off to Italy or something. Why exactly him? I thought my parents didn't like me with the Bane family after all the middle school incidents?
The worst part was, that I had no idea who Mateo Bane was. Only this feeling, thins tingling I got today, I did not know if that was even worse. Not even Wikipedia could find out some proper information about this guy. I was so busy with thinking about my fathers words and Mateo Bane, that the pain did not even seem noticeable anymore.
"Where to, Miss?" The cab driver asked and I told him the address of my school, as I had nowhere else to go. Surely, Adriana could not see me like this, it would kill me to tell her the truth. Sometimes, not even best friends should know everything about you.
When the ride was finally over, I did my best to get out of the leather seat. I must have looked so miserable, that even the driver asked if he could help, which I immediately answered with a No. He knew not to ask any questions, he knew who I was and he knew my father, somebody he was deadly scared of.
The driver had stopped in front of the main gates, the guards eyeing me cautiously as I went up to them. I did not have any ID with me, was not wearing school uniform or some other object that would let me get through. Only my name.
I should have gone through the fence, I though to myself. Even though I could barely hold myself up and probably looked like a zombie, the path in the forest would have been much nicer than being accused and confronted by a bunch of Humpty Dumpty guards.
"What is your name, Miss?" One of the guards stepped forward, wanting to show me that I could not just happily walk through the gates and back to my dorm. My head was pounding as I was barely able to feel anything other than pain. The rest of my senses were nearly completely out, as if somebody had switched of something inside of me, just like a light. I knew I could not even keep myself up for any longer, I needed to get inside.
As I finally got to comprehend what the tall man in the uniform had asked me, I whispered my name, "Celine Ria Winterson." His eyes widened, now finally recognizing me under all the tears, smudged makeup and specs of blood. He knew immediately who I was and nudged his friend over to me.
"We need to get you to the nurses room, Miss Winterson." The other one ordered sternly, but I just managed to shake my head at his attempt to show care for a millionaires daughter. He walked swiftly over to me now, just being able to touch my arm slightly when I hissed at him and backed away. The pain was so overwhelming.
Yet, I could not go to the nurse, not to the hospital room, to nobody. I would have to deal with this on my own. Nobody could know, I was embarrassed enough. And I had already embarrassed my parents as well. What would they think if the headmistress would call them the next morning?
"It wasn't a question, Miss Winterson. I apologize, but your wounds won't be able to heal on their own." I knew I could not allow my self to cry right now, but I did not know what else to do. The pain was slowly taking over and I did not have much time to get to my dorm.
My eyes attempted to fall closed, but I knew, if that would happen, I would be helpless. I would be so hurt that no one could even deny it. And I hated it. I knew, if my eyes would close now, I could not make up any lies for this incident. I knew I would have to answer questions.
"Oh for fuck's sake." I muttered to myself, before feeling the ground beneath me move faster than I was able to comprehend, before it finally crashing down with me, disappearing even. There was nothing that could hold me up as my eyes finally closed.
My beloved sleep.
Okay, hear me out! I know, short chapter, but it's not like this is the last one. The MC never dies in books, right? Right. Only in those depressing ones where the authors want you to cry and hate them and never buy a book from them again, but you still will for the emotional rollercoaster. Yeah, I can't do that, I'll bawl out my eyes myself.
Yet, a little cliffhanger was needed, and you know that I usually write long chapters, so this will have to do.
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