Please Don't Ever Let Me Go (ON HOLD)

Chapter Five

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**| Sang's POV |**

Volto stared at me, hiding behind his white mask. The white lips on the mask curled up into a sinister smile.

My eyes snapped open because of the nightmare, my heart pounding hard. I was facing the window, the blinds barely keeping the light from coming inside. I shivered and the arm around my waist tightened, drawing me into a large chest.

I twisted my head, already knowing by the light, rich musk who was in bed with me. I smiled, taking in the dark hair before my eyes trailed down to familiar thick lips.

North.

Seeing him brought back what happened last night. My date with North and Silas. It was perfect. Us just being together, out on the ocean, just talking and enjoying each other's company.

I needed that, especially since today I had to go back to school. I probably would have gone back yesterday but Mr. Blackbourne thought it was best for me to take an extra day off after my breakdown on Saturday.

So now it was Tuesday morning and I was currently in bed with North. I knew Maria was in her room and some of the boys were sleeping downstairs. Maria didn't take it well when the boys began staying at the house but she didn't really have any grounds to stand on. They were taking care of me, helping me after I got shot. So she stayed in her room if she was here but she spent more time out, most likely at her friend's house.

She still liked to leave messes in the kitchen though for me to clean up.

After some careful maneuvering, I slipped out of bed, grabbed some clothes, and went into the bathroom, relieving myself and taking a quick shower. I put my clothes on, threw my hair up into a bun and then crept downstairs. I took a quick look in the living room to see who was around. Gabriel was sleeping on the couch with Luke on the floor.

I left them alone, going into the kitchen and making breakfast for everyone. I was just placing the bacon into the oven when Luke shuffled in, rubbing at his eyes. He blinked a couple of times as he stared at me before glancing around the kitchen.

"Cupcake, how long have you been up?" he asked in a deep, gruff voice. His voice was striking, a little like Victor's but not as refined.

"Not long. I just started making breakfast for everyone."

"You don't have to cook for us."

I smiled over at him. "Too late."

He sighed and came over, nudging me away from the pan currently warming up. He took in the ingredients and smiled. "French toast?"

I nodded and went to the fridge, pulling out a bottle.

His playful brown eyes widened as he swooped me into his arms, my feet barely touching the ground. "Perfect," he said and leaned down, kissing my cheek.

He grabbed the bottle of chocolate syrup and placed it on the counter as he began making the French toast for me.

I giggled and pulled out fruit, chopping it up so that North didn't have anything to complain about.

"How is your shoulder?" Luke asked.

"Just stiff," I said and touched the bullet wound.

"Where is your sling?"

"Upstairs."

"You should wear it. You heard the doc, you don't want to make it worse. We are looking at weeks of recovery for you."