The Count Sister - RE-WRITING

Chapter Thirty-Five

I was actually going to do this one in parts too but i decided against it. It is a really long chapter though so bare that in mind when you read. haha! In this chapter you get to see what each sister is feeling, and how they deal with their pain...you got to see a lot behind Aubrey already, and it is harder for her to deal than the others because of the promise i mentioned earlier...BUT...you do get to see Lamia's way of dealing and Army's and i think you'll be shocked about how one of them deals with it. Anyway, THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING THIS STORY! ....It sounded like i was ending it then ahahaha, no there is still about 4/5 chapters to go...one will be set two weeks after and another a month...so look under the chapter and it will tell you the time period that's passed. Anyway, i'll stop rambling now...READ ON! 

Chapter Thirty-Five

Lamia laid there for what seemed like eternity. She was still wearing the clothes from the night before, and she smelt of nothing but blood. Gwin’s blood, Quinn’s, even Aubrey’s. It was on her like the plague and with every sniffle it attacked her nose and she gagged. Beside her she felt Alex’s arm that was placed gently on her stomach, every now and then he would kiss the back of her head and edge closer to her. She had cried nearly all night, it had taken him every ounce of his being to calm her down enough to sleep only a few hours; it had taken a lot of hugs, even more kisses to heal even half of the aching pain she felt deep in her chest.

  She hated herself. She hated that she had left Quinn alone all night; she was still there, in that room lying in her own blood. She had heard the Master going into the room during the night; she had watched him carry a blanket to cover over her body. Then, only in the early hours of this morning had she awoke to muffled noises, The Master had called the police and ambulance; told them that Quinn had been in a car accident. She heard the whole story; or rather the lie that the Master and her father had conducted.

  According to them; their butler had been driving when an oncoming car had hit them, Quinn, Aubrey and Gwin had managed to escape only barely, when the fire had engulfed the entire car; killing the butler instantly. Her stomach had curled at that moment, she had feared that her butler had actually died; but he had walked past her bedroom door, smiled at her gently, and closed it.

  The Master didn’t stop at that; he then reported that Aubrey called Lamia; she picked them up and drove them home. They thought that everyone was alright until Quinn began to cough up blood; she died from internal bleeding. Once he had finished lying, her father than spoke; he was on the phone to their school. “…I’m not sure if they will be up to attending…thank you…” He was sobbing quietly, it was hard for him to finish. “…yes, goodbye.”

   She heard them both walking back towards the study, and closing it gently behind them. Her father hadn’t once checked on Lamia, Aubrey, Armanthia or Gwin; not once. She didn’t know what he was feeling or even if he was feeling at all. Her whole family was falling apart in a matter of seconds and Lamia could cling on to nothing.

  She gently grabbed Alex’s hand and pulled it from her waist; she then pushed back the covers and headed towards her bathroom.

  Once she opened the door, she closed it gently as to not wake Alex and headed straight for the shower. The warm water gushed out the shower head and she began stripping off her blood stained clothes, with every movement her body ached. She had cried so much she felt dehydrated a weak. She lifted one leg at a time and stepped into the shower.

  Quinn was dead. It was hitting home every time she thought of that room next to hers, she had slept beside her sister every morning. Every morning she would open her door and see Quinn rushing out of it like a crazy animal, she would run down the stairs, almost every time running into Armanthia. She sobbed again, this time she had to brace herself against the wall. She leant forward, her wet hair falling to the sides of her face. She watched as the dried blood began to become moist once more, and fall into the drain below.