KING FOR A DAY (A Pierce The Veil Fan Fiction!) ON HOLD

Chapter Eleven

Allison’s Point of View

“Jaime!” a familiar worried voice cried out behind me. Behind us. I can feel the warm feeling of nervousness spreads throughout my belly as Martha continues on dragging me somewhere, cursing at me all along. I don’t mind her. She can take me wherever she wants as long as she’s not hurting the others.

“Come here, you freak.” She pushed me to the wall, “Tell me, what are you doing to Jaime?” she then threw the water from the glass on the nearest table to me.

God.

“Speak!” she hits me with the glass and as it makes contact to my skull, I felt it break making the pain hurt more that what I was thinking. It hurts like hell. I have no reference with this kind of physical pain. It hurts even more than the way Daddy Allan hits me before.

“Allison!” the calling brings me back to the present. I didn’t realize that my eyes were shut and Martha was lying in front of me. Unconscious. Oh my goodness. What did I do to her? Did I...

“Oh my God...” Jess breathes as she walks closer to me. “Chris, what have to done?” she mutters as she turns to face Chris who was panting at the moment holding a broken bottle of an expensive wine in his hands. Oh God. What on earth did he do to her? This is beginning to look ridiculous but is a serious thing to deal with. Chris’ monsters are definitely the worst, ever. It’s not only the wine that spills on the newly polished tiled floor but also there are faint drops of blood that what I assume is from Martha. She may be dead, I said to myself. NO! There is no way she could be dead! She shouldn’t die! I can feel my body start to shake as the cold drips of sweat rolls down my face, my neck, my whole body. What’s this? I can hear a deafening sound of nothing and my sight is now being blurred. Shit, there is no way.

“I... I...” I can’t make the words out.

Allison, what’s happening? Can’t you take a little more of this? You’re not even sick. What’s happening to you? Is there something wrong? The voice inside my head. What do you want now? I didn’t do anything wrong, did I? I just want this to be over.

I rest my back on the wall behind me and take a deep calm breath before I opened my eyes. Chris and Jess waits for me. “I’m fine. We have to talk to this restaurant’s manager.” I said as I hold on the part of my head that’s in pain. I feel those little glasses all over my left forehead. The pain is slightly subdued as I remove my hand. How can we cure this if even the lightest touch hurts?

“I’m taking full responsibility on paying all the damages, the wasted food and the order not taken by my friends. Just don’t call the cops. I am also apologizing for bringing terror in your restaurant. I hope we can still come here even after this trouble.” I can hear Chris says to a tall guy wearing his ties.

This is really a big trouble.

I glanced down on the floor and saw Jaime. His face was really filled with his own blood and he was lying down. For a moment I also think that he was dead but no. He’s still breathing. The movement of his chest confirms that he’s still alive. Oh, thank God.

“I’m gonna carry Jaime. Let’s go to my house, shall we?” Chris faced me.

I was frozen by the wall of the restaurant. Everybody’s looking at me. They must get a heard of what Chris said to me and waiting for me to respond but even if I do want to say something, my body just stood there, doing nothing but look at Jaime’s dead-looking body on the cold tiled floor. I don’t want him to be dead. I’m beginning to worry. If he’s still alive he could be critical and die soon.

No. Don’t think like that.

He’ll be fine.

He’ll be fine.