My War Scarred Heart

Chapter 3

OMG I JUST WANNA SAY IM SO SORRY I THOUGHT I POSTED THIS CHAPTER A WHILE AGO BUT IG NOT ANYWAYS I APOLOGIZE SO MUCH! 

"Cal! Get down!" I say, then I pull my knife from my pocket.

My hand clutches my side. The pain radiating from it is hard to ignore but I do. I feel something sticking out of it but I don't want to look. It's definitely penetrated muscle but I don't think it hit my bone. 'It doesn't feel like a blade,' I think, 'maybe an arrow?'

"Are you okay?" I yell back still not looking at him.

" ha, ha, ha" I hear from behind me.

I whirl around my knife pointing at.. no-one?

"What?" I mumble confused, then I look down at Cal and see him with tears in his eyes looking up at me.

"You're too scary, lil sis. I promise I'm fine and so are you. I just fell and you *hic* apparently impaled yourself on a stick which is why you're bleeding and why we fell. How you do that I don't know, but, damn is it funny."

Now that the adrenaline has worn off, I resheath my knife and look down at my side. The stick is small but lodged in there. I grit my teeth and pull it out quickly. I gasp in pain when the stick is removed from my side.

I turn towards Cal and grunt out, "I'm going to find a maid to help me."

Then I hobble off to the door leading out of our courtyard. I open the door and come face to face with my personal maid. She gasps in shock when she sees me, I mean, I am a mess, I have blood pooling down my side, staining my shirt a sorta crimson red and I doubt that my hair looks perfect either. I'm pretty sure my makeup is smeared all over my face and my pants have torn in multiple places from the fall. I grimace towards her then the pain gets to be too much and I fall into her arms blacking out.

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When I wake, I'm lying in my bed and it's dark outside. 'How long was I out?' I move the covers off my bed, and stand up hobbling to the bathroom, my side hurting a little less than what I'm assuming was this morning but still stinging painfully.

"Ugh." I groan, apparently just loud enough that Angela comes in looking relieved to see me awake.

"Jeez, mistress" she says, "you gave us a real scare there, the stick hit muscle causing a deeper wound then we originally thought. Andddd someone kept moving, and trying to be all tough. " she says, starting to giggle a little bit now.

"Anyways," she continues, " just glad you woke up you've been out for a day and a half."

"What?" I yell, surprised.

"Yeah," says Angela. "Well I better go tell your dad and brother you're awake Sir Callum has been worried sick."

"I told you not to call me mistress!" I yell towards Angela as she walks out of the room.

She doesnt turn around but gives me a thumbs up and says, "of course anything you wish Mistress." Then, without stopping she walks out of my sight, but I can hear her laughing for another few seconds before it goes silent, other than my labored breathing. I finally reach the bathroom and have just shut the door, when I hear my door open and my brother's footsteps walking around hurriedly. I stay silent wanting to know what he'll do. I hear him open my window and then yell out my name. 'Like I would ever answer.' I think to myself. I'm planning to keep hiding when I hear a loud crash and someone falling to the floor .

I slam my door open, the hinges shuttering and the flimsy wood, looking like it's gonna break. I look around my room and see my dad staring at me like a deer caught in headlights. I then see my brother lying on the floor, out- cold. "What happened?!" I cry quickly, running over to make sure Cal is ok. " I don't know." my dad answers. "I think I hit his head with the door. It must have knocked him out." I start to laugh and call for a maid, my speech stifled by laughter. It makes sense if he was walking away from my window he would be by the door. Then I realize I am only in a robe, as I was planning to get in the bath. I blush a little, my cheeks turning rosey.

I start trying to pull my brother up but his body is too heavy for me to lift. So I drop him and ask my dad to take him out since I was gonna get in the bath before he came in here. "Of course", he says, "just glad you're awake." My mind scrambles awake? I think. Oh right, I had totally forgotten I'd been stabbed. At that thought I hobble into the bathroom again, the pain that had been forgotten comes rushing back at full speed. I groan in pain, my side aching. I make it to the bathroom and sit down on the toilet. I reach down to try and feel my wound, but all I feel is wetness, 'my blood' I think. I feel my eyes slowly start to shut, the blackness creeping in. 

Okkkk so one again so sorry for not posting this sooner I promise I am trying to get on a more normal schedule but I've had a lot of writers block so I think I'm going to start updating once overly two weeks or so! Anyways have a great day or night! And don't forget to vote, comment, and add this book to your library if you're enjoying! 

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