When they started to take chase away he started to scream at them to take me and get me to safety. I simply followed them, holding his hand. I stopped crying. I felt pathetic for crying. It won’t do anything to save him, so i just simply stopped. The doctor made me sit outside and wait for chase. I had to listen to his screams. Wasn't he able to heal? This should be nothing, he's a werewolf.
The doctor comes out and explains everything. The bullets were from werewolf hunters. It was made of silver and on the inside it was packed solid with wolfs bane. The bullet was designed to shatter once it gets wet. So when it entered his blood stream it spread out, burning his flesh inside out. They needed to get all the pieces and leafs out. And that was extremely painful. I asked why it hurt me just as bad and he said because of the mate bond.
The whole time I just sat outside listening and watching people run around. I was waiting outside the room I was first in when I tried to kill myself. I remember how chase had said he needed me and now, as I sit here in pain, being absolutely useless, I know exactly what he meant. His screaming would haunt me. Its noise hurting my ears as if im being stabbed. Then suddenly it just stopped.
All his screams and thrashes stopped, and that scared me so much. What if they didn’t do it properly, what if he’s dead? I start to get worried and start knocking on the door. After no one responding I started to yell for them to open the locked door. As soon as I said OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR the door swung open. At first I was shocked but just pushed through the doctor and went to go see him.
The steady beeping of the heart monitor made me flush in relief. “Luna, he’s only unconscious. We’ve finished the surgery and he should be fine in a couple of days.” I nod and sit next to chase’s unconscious self of a stiff chair. I just held his hand and waited for him to wake up.
After a few hours Jake comes into the room saying I should go to my room and wash up. After a while of refusing, and his insisting, I finally left and took a shower. I changed into track pants and a crop top with a sports bra under and went downstairs. Once I got to the last step I heard chase screaming my name. Him demanding to know where I was, was I okay, and to see me. I heard the doctors trying to get him to calm down but he wouldn’t until he saw me.
Once I realized how weak and fragile I was in the way he looked at me I decided that I was going to have to learn to fight. Be braver. I walked over to him and sat on the side of the bed. He was being restrained so he wouldn’t hurt the wound so I bent down and pushed all the messy hair back from his face. He’s fine.
I smiled and said “Shh its okay. I’m right here. How are you feeling?”
The look on his face reminded me of when Brendon got really sick and would ask me to bring him his favorite blanket from home. He smiled softly and muttered a “fine now. You didn’t get hurt did you?” I laughed and kissed his forehead. “No not physically.” He grimaced but just closed his eyes and leaned into my hand. the once tanned skin was now pale and yellow-ish. Chase didn’t deserve all this pain.
After a few hours of him sleeping he woke up and ate. The doctors said he was to stay in bed for today and tomorrow. It was around 2 am when Jake came into the room and asked for me to go get some rest so he could talk to him. I nodded and left, squeezing his hand one last time. I walked upstairs and crawled into my bed. It took a while to fall asleep but when I had fallen asleep, I wish I hadn’t.
“FELICITA HELP.”
The voice belonged to my best friend Stacey. I just knew it was hers. My grade 7 best friend’s death was happening again. I ran to her. I had no phone and there wasn’t anyone around. We thought we’d be safe because no one was here. we were ten times more than wrong.
Apparently we were followed all the way from our house. We just wanted to escape from our abusive moms, that’s all. Our mom’s both hated us and that’s what we had in common. We were in an abandoned looking neighbor hood. We found out about it on our way to a field trip and it became our safe zone.
As I get closer I hear them taunting her. I need to get help. How? There’s no one around for miles. Then all I hear is her screams. Begging them to stop. I turn around and see her naked underneath the grown men. Bile rises up my throat and I throw up behind a bush. They don’t stop and I can’t do anything. Nothing at all.
That’s when one turns around and sees me. I’m running before he can react and I’m running as fast as I can. But I’m 12 years old. I have nothing against this man that’s at least 30.
In about 10 seconds I’m being grabbed by the waste and I’m slammed to the ground. Wildly thrashing under this monster, trying to get away. Trying so hard but it’s useless. It’s like I’m under water and I’m trying to breathe. It’ll just make it worse. It’s happening to me. Just as it did Stacey. Another thing we have in common. Another piece of hell in our lives. And all we can do is lay there in pain as these men take advantage of us.
I wake up screaming and crying. My chest hurts at the nightmare. Memory.
Once the men were done they left us there crying into each other’s arms. Once we were able to walk we went home. I walked Stacey home and her mom didn’t believe us. She just grounded Stacey for being late for curfew. My mom was no better. She didn’t even acknowledge me being there.
The next week Stacey killed herself after finding out she was pregnant. She had told me that she was sorry for leaving me, over the phone. She made me promise to stay strong. I thought she was moving, me being the naïve one. She didn’t want the baby.
It was a week without her. I never saw her mom so I figured she was gone. Everyone at school laughed at me for being alone. That was when the tormenting started. I decided never to trust anyone else and I didn’t. Exactly 7 days after i went for a long walk crying because of all the names. I didn’t know where I was going. But I knew when I saw her laying there dead. Wrists slit, blood pooling around her.
I found her in our safe zone.
I didn’t plan that to happen. So now you know why she’s guarded and kind of broken. I might write another chapter so look out for that! What’d you think of it? Thank you so much for 170 reads!!! And I just noticed that I made chase have two different last names. (tarner and tamer) so im choosing tamer.
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-ariel
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The Painters Savior
Teen Fiction**Chase looks up at me and his eyes have tears on the edge of his eye lids. I step towards him and place my hands on his chest. I slowly raise my hands up to his neck and pull him flat against me. “You thought I was a weak flower. Thought so low of...
