Wings of Heaven

Chapter 10|

VIOLETS POV

I woke up the next morning at around 12 o'clock. The sun was streaming through the windows and for a second I forgot where I was.

I looked over and saw that both Chris and Gareth were still sound asleep. "Typical," I muttered to myself

I got out of my bed and stretched. I felt a sharp pain go up my side and lifted up my t-shirt to see what was wrong. The was a huge purple bruise running up my rib cage. I poked it gingerly and I winced in pain.

"That's definitely broken,"

I tugged my t-shirt down quickly and looked up to Gareth staring at me sleepily. He was lying on his side with his head propped by his hand. The blankets had been pulled down a little exposing his perfectly chiseled abs.

"Your rib I mean," he said

"Well that's a new one, even for me," I replied. "I've broken my ankle, had a staple put in the back of my head and I have a titanium pin in my wrist."

"Well that's pretty impressive but not as impressive as this," he said pointing to a scar running from his chest to his shoulder.

"That is pretty impressive. "

"What time is it?" he asked yawning.

"Noon."

"Wow I've never slept this late before," he said

"This is late?" I asked "most days I don't get up before noon!"

"Seriously you're so lucky."

If only he knew the real reasons I slept so late. Truthfully it was because I was plagued by nightmares. Each one worse than the last.

I started thinking back to last nights. I was back in my old house, with both my parents. My dad was lying in bed, with an IV drip attached to his arm. He was a sickly pale colour and his eyes were bloodshot. My mom was kneeling beside him crying.

"Mom?" I asked walking thorough the door. She looked up at me angrily. I could see that her eyes were also bloodshot and her cheeks were tear stained.

"What do you want?" she snapped

I stood silently, unable to speak.

"Well? are you just going to stand there like the waste of space you are?"

I opened my mouth to ask her what was wrong but again nothing came out.

"Violet..." my father croaked.

I stepped forward and took his hands. They were ice cold and trembling.

"I want you to leave, and never come back!" he said

"But dad!" I whispered

"Now Violet!" snapped my mother. "Can't you tell we don't want you! It's your fault your father is sick and we want you out!"

"Violet!"

I snapped back to reality when Gareth called my name.

"You zoned out for a second," he said.

"Ya sorry I do that sometimes," I replied hastily wiping the tears from my eyes.

I got up and walked over to the small kitchenette in the room. I pulled out some milk and cereal and had something to eat.

Chris stirred in his bed and sat up. "What time is it?" he asked sleepily

"Noon," I replied, crunching my cereal loudly.