Showing her who's boss. (on hold)

-chapter 8-

Whatsssss going on? Here we are! Dun dun dunnnnn chapter 8!

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My eyes snapped open and my scream tried to slice the quietness but it was as if my voice had gone blunt and wouldn’t pass through my throat.  I managed to get out a croak that was low and rusty, but it was enough to wake Catar up.

His arms that were around me tightened which squashed me. His eyes darted around the room for any sign of harm then they landed on me. I shakily pushed his arms away and sat up. I ran my fingers through my hair catching a few knots in between my fingers. I felt a hand touch my shoulder. It wasn’t a rough touch or a playful touch. It was a comforting touch.

It was just a dream. No one got stabbed. Whoa that was scary, the dream felt so vivid like Chloe and I were actually in a black ally and a guy stabbed her, my little sister. I don’t know what I would do with out my sister. She means the world to me. She is the apple of my eye. If anything were to happen to her I would blame myself, because as a big sister I am supposed to protect her. 

I looked down at Catars hand and whispered “thank you.”

“I’d do it again.” was his answer back, which caused my stomach to do back flips.

“Well I better go. My mums probably wondering where I am.” Catar said with a small grin.

I nodded with a small forced smile wand watched him get up off my bed and walk out of my room. I wanted to tell him to stay. I wanted to feel his arms around me again but I bit my lip and watched him go.

The door clicked as he shut the door. I heard him go down stairs talk to my mum for a bit then the front door opened and closed.

I think I should go for a long hot shower. Wash it all off. I quickly got my p-jays and went to the bathroom. I stripped my pink stained clothes off and dropped them in corner. Was it just a couple hours ago pink paint was drenching me? It feels so much longer ago. A couple hours ago my worst problem was having paint all over me now its one of my family members are sick.

I still plan Catars payback. I wasn’t giving up on our war.  It’ll be a good way to express myself. I would keep my mothers sickness a secret from everyone else. Not because I was embarrassed, because I don’t want to be pitied. I have to be strong for my family.

I rearranged the water temperature so that it was hot but not to hot that would make my skin red. I stepped into the blasting water and let the hot water droplets soak my body. The steam danced gracefully around me.

I washed my hair and body with soft foamy soap. I watched the pink paint remains spiral down the drain.

When I was certain that I was clean I turned the water off and dried my body with the towel. I slipped my baggy pants on and then pulled my wooly hoddy jumper over my head. I took out the hair dryer plugged it in then started drying my hair. The hot air blew my face and caused my hair to whip around.

Half an hour later my hair was dry and in its natural waves. I tied it up in a bun and quickly straitened my fringe with my GHD and then walked out of my room and headed for Choles room.

I would talk to Chloe, find out if she wanted to stay or not then make my decision. When I was in front of Choles door I paused. Have they told her yet? Should I ask now or is it to soon? Pushing aside my hesitations I knocked on her door and walked in.