Brianna's POV
I slowly open my eyes. I am sitting in the back of someone's car, with pain all over my body. Memories of earlier, I think it was today but honestly, I don't know. I try to sit up, but the pain is overwhelming.
"Good morning, Princess," Ryder says from the front sense.
"Princess?" I grumble.
"Just trying out a nickname."
"Don't call me that."
"Princess it is."
I try to sit up again, but the pain washes over me. I let out a strangled scream.
Ryder looks back at me, worry covering his face. "Are you okay? Do you need me to stop for a minute?"
"No, I'm fine. Can I move to the front though? It's boring back here."
"You should lay down and rest."
"That's boring. If you don't help me, I'll climb up right now."
He pulls over to the side of the road, "Stay still, I'll help you."
"Good," I smile at my small victory.
Ryder walks around to my side of the car. He unbuckles me, then moves me slowly out of the car. He helps me into the passenger's seat. He then rushes over to the driver's seat. He then drives the rest of the way to his apartment.
"My collarbone hurts," I grumble.
"I wonder why?"
"Probably because I got stabbed at the fight you forced me to go to."
He remains silent.
"What no sarcastic comment? Did something happen while I was out again?"
"No, nothing happened while you were out. It happened while you were awake."
"Did I do something?"
"No, I did something."
"What did you do?"
"I brought you to that fight without training."
"What's wrong with that?"
"I put you in danger. I told you earlier if you died because of me I don't know what I would do. I feel terrible that I brought you into this. When you get better, I will train you."
"Why wait until I'm better? I want to start training now."
"Let's at least wait until you are stitched up."
"Okay. Tomorrow?"
"I highly doubt you'll be okay by then. How about we play it by ear?"
"Yay!"
We get to his apartment building, and he helps me walk to his apartment. In the apartment, I sit on the island so Ryder can take care of my wounds.
"This might hurt a little bit," he warns.
I nod, "I can take it." Then I smile, "I've been stabbed. I can handle pain."
He laughs at me, then gentle cleans out the wound. I suck air in quickly, the pain hitting me. I look away, thinking it'll hurt less if I don't see it.
Ryder stops for a minute, "Should I stop?"
"No, just get it over with," I mumble.
"Okay," Ryder gets back to it and I clutch the counter.
"Why does it hurt so bad?" I ask, still looking away.
"I'm stitching it up now. Forgot to warn you," I look at him and he's smirking.
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Teen Fiction*Spinoff of Black Combat Boots* Brianna Johns, daughter of Dylan and Zach Johns. She's had a somewhat normal life, as normal as your life can be with seventeen cousins, plus one on the way, and two sisters. But with their large family, they've survi...
