MOON

Chapter 8

Raegan POV

I wince as the girl I disliked most touched one of my many wounds. After helping me limp to her house after she saw me waddling down her street she insisted on pinching and poking my skin claiming to be cleaning the wounds. Crissa was on the top of my to kill lost but that was the last thing on my mind she was helping me now and I was in beyond thankful. But one thing kept drifting into my mind, I had to get away before Dean found me. It was easy to get put of my binding once he was gone and I was awake, I just compelled a young drunk boy to release me from my binding's in that horrid graveyard and then I drank from him. It was nothing personal but I had to get away and I needed blood to do it.

I don't think I killed him.

I hooped and limped away only to be found my a upset Crissa and a overly happy Holly who began helping me not letting me get a word in. She begged me to let her help me and I needed the help so she helped me to her house.

"I'm sorry." She apologizes as I again wince as she pours something clear over a sensitive slash mark. My wounds would heal but Dean had used a silver knife, so it would take longer.

Ugh Dean, wouldn't even let me get a word in.

"Thanks again, I'm Raegan." I pant out trying to distract myself from the intense pain I was in. "Crissa. I guess we never really met properly." the pretty girl mumbled as she made sure a wound on my shoulder had stopped bleeding. "Who did this to you?" she asked for the hundredth time trying to sound uninterested but was doing a awful job at hiding her interest. Rolling my eyes I bit my lips to hold in a pain filled whimper threatening to leave my chapped lips.

"A nobody who can't move on."

Pulling away Crissa smiled sadly "Well the bleeding stopped but your going to need time to heal. Are you hungry? I'll make you something." Crissa ask and I smiled at her kindness. "Yes thanks." I say as she smiled then walks to her closet to hand me something pink. "The bathrooms across the hall, I'll cook while you clean yourself up." Crissa says and makes her way to the door. "Feel free to help yourself to anything." she say shutting her door.

Crissa was beautiful no point in denying that, she reminded me so much of HER. The full hour I'd been here she'd barely spoken a word other then sorry I was thankful of her kindness and wouldn't take it for granted. So I pushed away my aching need for blood and ignored the warning burn in my throat. Sighing threw the pain I made my way towards the bath room.

Her bathroom was simple and white. I quickly stripped and avoided looking at my brushed bloody body and stepped into the warm spray of the shower. Blood dropped away from my body turning the clear water red as it washed away and I quickly cleansed myself of the dirt and dried blood. Then once I was semi-clean I took the time to examine the damage catering my skin.

Most of the wounds had healed but others were red and irritated so I took my time to clean them. By morning they would be fine but for tonight I had to be careful. Once I was clean and smelled like a vanilla cookie, says the bottle of bath and body works, I dried off and I pulled on the robe she gave me.

It was a simple pink robe long and pretty and I loved it. Crissa was my savior though I'd never admit that because hours ago I'd hated her guts. I was hand drying my hair and not paying attention to where I was going but was to late to notice I'd walked into the wrong room.

This room bright and happy. My eyes soon adjusted to the dark light as saw the sleeping form on the bed. Holly. I smile as I look over her but didn't dare make a move to wake her up. Holly was the closest thing I had to a friend I wasn't ready to ruin that. So I let her sleep not wanting to scare her with my sob story.