Courage to Fly (EDITING IN PROCESS)

Chapter Two

Kayla's POV

I walked down the street to the corner that I had on to turn to get to Red's. It had gotten colder in the couple hours that I had worked, and a light snow was falling. Middle of March and it was still snowing in London.

Damn. I thought as I tugged my coat closer. I may not be too affected by cold weather, but cold snowy wind was officially my enemy. I had declared war on it. It MUST be destroyed.

I turned the corner to Red's and quickened up my pace. Angie always kept a big fire up so that you were sweating. Everyone loved it at Red's because of that.

I trudged up to the big mahogany door and turned the brass handle. I shuffled inside and shivered as I hit the instant warmth, already sweating in my coat.

"Kayla!" Angie called from behind the bar.

"Hey, Angie." I said hanging my coat up and walking over to the bar. "Where's Cheyenne? In the back?" I asked sitting down.

Angie's smile fell, instantly replaced with an expression on worry. "Oh, love, I'm afraid she had an accident."

I instantly began to panic. "Where is she Angie?" I said steadily and deeply. "Is she okay?"

"Oh, she's fine. A little beat up. Me and Red have been worried about her, but she's just been sleeping–"

"Angie, where is she?"

"Upstairs, first door on the left."

I got up and bounded up the stairs. I stopped when I put my hand on the handle. What was I going to see? Angie said that Cheyenne was okay, but...I shook my head and turned the handle quietly. I peered around the door, and spotted her asleep on the bed snuggled in the covers.

I moved in and closed the door behind me. I went and sat on the edge of her bed. I put my hand on her shoulder and slightly squeezed. "Cheyenne?" I asked softly.

She inhaled sharply, and rolled over to look at me. She opened her eyes and frowned. "Penguin?" She asked.

Her right cheek was swollen just under her eye and there was a cut on the same temple. Her cheek was already bruising and it was traveling up around her blue eyes. I smoothed her light brown hair out of her face and looked close at her cheek.

"What happened to you?" I whispered.

"I got hit by a car on the way here." She said.

I looked her in the eye. "You what?!"

"You heard me, penguin." She said as she sat up. I noticed that she favored her right arm.

"Where else are you hurt besides your head?" I asked her.

"My right arm and my left leg." She said.

"Where?"

"Well, I'm pretty sure that if you looked..." She looked me in the eye, "there'd be a big bruise."

I priced my lips at her, and she rolled her eyes. "We should get you home regardless." I said. "Do you think Red'd drive us home?"

"Sure." She said.

"Alright, I'll go ask." I said standing up and walking to the door.

"K?"

I turned to look at her.

"Don't worry," she said, "you may not believe me, but, something good came out of this."

I turned back to her. "What?"

She smiled. "I'll tell you tomorrow," She had a surprise.

"Nuh-huh," I said walking towards her, "You know I hate secrets," I plopped down on her bed. "Spill."