While Teague was still grounded, I caught a look at my surroundings. The ceiling was made of wood, along with the walls, furniture, bed, cabinets- everything. Even a little wooden bear was perched on the wooden dresser, along with one of those tacky deer heads hung on a wall above the wooden fireplace, begging me to bury him, where he could be dignified. There was a thick furry blanket on me, made of animal pelts, I noticed. I'm sure they've gotten many P.E.T.A. visits.
I finally looked at the boy-man sitting on the floor next to my bed, who eyes were wide. Only a sharp pain in my chest kept me from gasping. Teague was gorgeous. No uglier than Steven, if not hotter. He hard shockingly dark eyes, the kind that reminded you of hot cocoa in the middle of winter, ready to warm your soul by simply talking to you. They were so shady that his pupils seemed to melt into his iris, but not in the condescending way Steven's did. These eyes were full of concern and excitement. And his skin was every bit as tanned as an Indian's. His hair was chocolaty, and curled in a way that complimented his strong face. It ended by his cheeks, were his bone structure was prominent.
But before I could even begin to think about his muscles, I hated him. Beautiful, he may seem, but everything beautiful was gilded in some way. I knew that from experience. Suddenly, I groped for my sides, only temporarily distracted from the pain. Clutching at the t-shirt I wore, I curled into a ball, and I couldn't help but notice that I was wearing men's clothes. I ignored this small detail, holding in my shrieks.
Immediately, Teague yelled for Graham. He quickly turned me onto my back, trying to loosen my grip on my torso, but phailing. Which surprised me slightly, considering my arms were noddles and his were toned and steady.
"What's wrong?" He asked, frantically. "Where is the pain coming from?" His warm hands grabbed me wrists with a strong and gently grip. "I can only help if you move your arms,"
Graham -a gruff, balding man in his fifties- emerged from his room, face red, and wearing boxers covered in moose –meese? Had it not been for the intense pain- I would have laughed my ass off, though it seemed to be doing getting itself detached, already. "What did I tell you about the noise? Did I not ask-" I cut him off, my screams escaping my lips. Quickly, he made his way to me. As I writhed in pain, both he and Teague struggled to remove my hands from my sides.
Quickly, Graham hiked my shirt up just enough to see my stomach. Both he and Teague froze, eyes widening. The pain subsided, leaving as quickly as it had come. I let my muscles relax, taking in a deep, ragged breath.
Teague's mouth opened slightly, but only incomplete words left his mouth, "I-wh-do-sens-im-sho-no- DID YOU SEE THAT?" He yelled, finally, his breathing picked up.
At this, fear locked my muscles. What were they talking about? What had happened? Surely, even Teague and Graham had seen fat girls. Graham nodded, his mouth slightly gaping.
I eventually gained control of me mouth, as the both of them slowly defrosted. I was beginning to dread the thought that these spasms weren't going to stop. "What? What happened?" My voice sounded girlier than usual, almost passing for female. Graham looked toward me, slowly. I made a quick prayer that it wasn't some weird flesh-eating insect that was burying itself in my flesh.
Graham seemed to focus on his words, his composure was back. "Your ribs, they moved, the entire structure. But your ribs aren't broken. Even if they were..."
I couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure that wasn't me, like, I don't know,breathing or something?"
Teague piped up, "No way in heeeeck," Still trying to restrain his cusses, "They moved inward... like they shifted, or something." He shuddered, "Freaky." Teague declared.
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Novela JuvenilOverlooked my whole life, living in the shadow of my brother. I wasn't pretty. I wasn't smart. I loved food and was overall hostile. Maybe this is why no one bothered to tell me I was adopted? Let alone mythical creature?