Afraid yet

Chapter thirteen-Reset

Oh" was all I could manage. Uncomfortable heat rolled up my arm and I frowned to myself, it must be from the painkillers side effects. I let it slip when Raine trudged into the room her hair everywhere.
"Happy birthday" I exclaimed, Raine looked at me alarmingly before scurrying to my side.
"What the hell did you do?" looking at my swollen stitched leg.
"It's a long story" I chuckled, Raine glared at me, I sighed. Calum beckoned for Brad to follow him out of the room to give me and Raine some privacy. After a half hour of explaining my injuries Raine finally lowered her shackles, when it came to me getting hurt she was worse than Calum.
"Why did you leave anyways?" She questioned. Uh-oh what do I say, oh you know just buying you a birthday present because I only remembered it a couple hours ago.
"That I will tell you later, now let's go to our room and get some sleep" I dodged the question. Raine agreed warily helping me hobble to our room the stitches pulled and tugged painfully with every step I took. Great, it will take at least three weeks to heal fully, no hunting for me. When we finally made it to our room I quickly lay down. The walk across the long hall was exhausting, Raine and I quickly dozed off but it was a restless night. The next morning was even worse, worse than that one time Raine and I went to our first high school party, we drank the whole night before passing out on the couch. That morning the hangover was so bad it lasted a good three days before subsiding. The torn and gashed leg hurt with every move I made, I didn't think I was going to be able to get out of bed. Raine was gone, awake I assumed, her spot was still warm and I could hear footsteps in the kitchen and quiet chatter. Raine's present was tucked in my coat pockets and I planned on taking her out for a nice supper at the little coffee shop, Brad and I had no time to bake a cake so a coffee would hopefully make up for it.
    Oh god, I thought before trying to heave myself out of the scratchy bed sheets, I only managed to sit up on the edge of the bed. Testing my leg, I cautiously stood up keeping most of my weight off my bad leg, once I was sure I could walk I slowly limped to the bathroom. I rummaged through the messy bathroom cabinet looking for some more painkillers, I gagged at the box of open condoms and pushed them aside. The painkillers were at the very back of the cabinet, I looked around for a clean cup the only one around was a very old looking cup of what must be scotch judging by the smell. I opted for just drinking from the tap and quickly took the pill, closing the cabinet door I gasped at my reflection in the dirty mirror. My hair was sticking out in every direction but most of it was draped around my shoulders like dreadlocks.
      My complexion was ghostly pale with dark purple circles under them, scratches littered my face. I was wearing a black tank top and short pyjama shorts so I could see greenish yellow bruises covering my whole body. If it wasn't for Brad I would definitely be dead or worse. I could not go downstairs in my disheveled state, I started running a shower and trying to brush my unruly hair and disinfecting my cuts. By the time I was done everything was numb with the help of the piankillers .