The Beast

The Beast (4)

My eyes fluttered open  and I groaned, screwing my eyes shut again at the pain the light was giving me.

Great...

I wake up with  a pounding headache that hurt so much, it felt like my head was going to split open and I was also running late for school  which my bedside clock was proving to me.

This must be the best day ever. Note the sarcasm.

I clambered out of my bed and stumbled into my bathroom, taking the shortest bath I have ever had in my life.

I put on another one of my hoodies and my jeans, slipping on my sneakers and rushing down the stairs.

I went into the kitchen, popping a strawberry into my mouth for my breakfast and I ran out the front door.

I ran to school, ignoring the painful throbbing in my head which was getting worse by the second.

My sneakers pounded on the floor as I weaved my way through people, mailboxes, and a stray dog who barked at me until I rounded the corner.

We had an exam today and if I was late, my grade would surely be affected and I wouldn't want that!

I also had dreams for the future. I'm not going to sit at home and do nothing when I graduate.

I skidded to a halt when I reached the front doors of the school just as the last warning bell rang.

Too late...

I leaned on the nearest wall, trying to catch my breath from all the running I was doing earlier.

I groaned internally and, pushing myself away from the wall, I went through the doors and trudged down the halls.

Well, there goes my grade.

I rubbed my temples as I felt my headache getting worse.

Why was I having a headache?

Soon, I arrived at my classroom and what I saw made my breath get caught in my lungs and my feet stop moving.

He was there, leaning on the wall and glaring at the polished floor with his hands in his jean pockets. He looked even more scary than usual.

His blue eyes snapped up to meet mine and I saw a wave of relief wash over him.

I instinctively took a step back.

"You're late." I swallowed the lump in my throat. He sounded mad.

Why was he even waiting for me?

We stared at each other for a few seconds and I watched as his jaw clenched either in irritation or impatience.

Before I could say anything, my feet collapsed under me and the pain in my head worsened to the point that I couldn't even see properly.

I groaned in pain, curling up into a ball.

I felt him crouch next to me and I heard him swear under his breath.

"You didn't have to come to school like this Raine!" He snapped at me and I could picture him scowling down at me with dark eyes.

But even if he was angry at me, he scooped me up into his arms, bridal-style and I automatically whimpered at the pain of moving around.

But I felt sparks where he was touching me and it kind of lessened the pain. Was this normal?

He started sprinting down the hall and I could barely keep up as the doors flew past us.

Or was it us flying past the doors and down the hallway?