Dark Angel

Chapter Seven

Hey guys,

Sorry I haven't written in a while. I have been away visiting family over Christmas and new year. Happy new year everyone! It is 2014! Hope everyone had a great Christmas and is making the most of 2014. Please vote comment and enjoy, if that's possible!!!!

elliebeckah xx

Callum's P.O.V

I stalked off over the grass and down the alleyway. I paused and stopped in my tracks. Wait, what was I even angry at Katrina about? It wasn't her I should be punishing but Laura's brother. Could I do that to Laura? Yes, I could. She would understand later. Later on when she got her mate. Mates before friends. It had to be.

Instead of turning left at the end of the alley I went right towards Laura's house. A part of me didn't want Sam to be home because I didn't want to hurt him but more importantly I don't want to hurt Laura. Another part of me wanted him to be home and so help him if he was. Thus other final tiny part if me just told myself to turn around and get a rejection . I have to admit I think that that was the more sensible part of me talking. It was the more logical thing. It wasn't like Sam new that he was dealing with someone's mate whereas Katrina new she was breaking the rules, didn't she? Was this even before we were mates or not? The part of my brain that wanted revenge on Sam told mW that it didn't matter when it was and it wasn't her fault and persuaded me to carry on.

Just as I rounded the corner I saw the front gate on Laura's house close and a hooded female figure stumbling into the house.

Laura's P.O.V

Mouth hanging open, I stared after Katrina. I replayed the sequence of events through in my head. I shook my head a little confused but mostly in awe of what had just happened, and turned for home. Just as I reached the other side of the lawn and was turning into the alleyway I heard footsteps behind me. I spun on my heel, instantly knowing who it was, only to be greeted with slap. right across my left cheek. I could feel the sting put pushed it down. Suddenly her hand connected with my nose. I heard a crack loud and clear and knew my nose was broken. I could feel the blood gushing down my face out of my nose. I was seething. Just as I was preparing to slap her an sudden spike of pain jolted through my left leg. I clapped my hand over my mouth to muffle a scream and saw Katrina laughing opposite me. She had kicked out at me with her pointy stiletto heel. she turned and flounced home laughing. Laughing at someone else's pain and misery. Pain that she had caused.

Shocked and in pain I limped home and struggled through the gate. I fumbled with the front door only to find Sam sat there, jumping up as I walked in.

"Expecting someone?" He looked uncomfortable.

"Well yeah. I am." I swear I almost fainted . Sam? Not telling me to go stuck it when I asked him a question? Never!

I hobbled over to the table and pulled the hood down off my jumper and rolling up my bloodied trouser leg. I had a steady trickle of blood pouring down my leg from a large gash. Looking in the mirror I could see that I had a bright red handprint across my cheek, the beginning signs of a black eye and a skewy, blood covered nose. Just great.

"Are you okay?" Sam rushed over his face full of concern.

"I should be asking you if you're okay!" I laughed a little, unsure what was happening.

"Forgot to take my med this morning! no but seriously, are you okay?"

"Yeah, nothing major. Well apart from my nose that is! Just some stupid blonde down the park thinking she is more superior to meet. I mean she was so obviously fake." A smile played on his lips.

"Hate to brake it to you sis but your blonde too!"

" Really? Well that sucks!" I held up a piece of hair pretending to examine it. "No I don't mean it as in all blondes are like that, just that she happened to be blonde. Cause blonde aren't all fake, obviously!" I pointed at myself to demonstrate.

What a weird world this was. Callum with a fake, disgusting, barbie of a mate, Jake being nice and me? Me sat here with a broken nose and a black eye. How quick things change.