Kiss Me Goodnight || BajanCanadian

Chapter 4 alot of healing....

****omfg shitty wattpad deleted this chapter 4 TIMES and it really pissed me off****

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Lizzie's POV

I finished my workout and turned around to see no one there

*wtf i swear the slags were here*..

Oh No.

Brooklyn's POV

Soon i woke up. I was surrounded by blood. My attempt to get up failed, the sticky substance stuck to my head like glue. The sight of blood made me sick, But i was uest to it by now.. I grabbed the nearest object near me wich was my Keys..

*atleast the slags didnt take them*

I reached up and shoved the keys into the hole, i rattled them impatiently until the door flung freely open, the door wasnt heavy or thick so it was easy to keep open. I pulled myself into the living room, probably leaving a trail of blood behind me but i didnt care

Carefully I made my way to the kitchen not letting my hand of the wound on my head. The damp towel hanging over the side was the thing i needed. I swiftly grabbed it and insicured the towel around my head. I looked like a idiot but that wasnt important

I sat in my room for awhile

*ugh fml fml fml fml fml why do i always get my self into this stuff?!*

My long beautiful hair was now covered in the red substance, red blood was dripping from my face and my lip was slit. The bleeding had soon stopped, the cut wasnt big. It was small but dangerous, if anything else touched it, it would probably start bleeding again. Ill let it heal for a little bit then it should be alright. I got a wet towel and started to clean my face up from any Blood or any wounded areas..

Lizzie's POV

I shot out of the gym faster than i usually go. I sprinted down the street taking shortcuts now and then. Finally the hotel was in view. I shot in there and asked the reception. "Umm excuse me but have you seen Brooklyn Tiller pass by?!" I asked frantically

The lady who looked like she was in her late 30's stared at me for awhile until she finally spoke. "yes she was running away from these girls" she said rather rudley. I scowled at her and ran to the elevator, i clicked top floor and it took me up.

*dam dam dam Brooke why do you have to do this!*

I flung myself out of the elevator and rushed to the end of the hall where our door was, I stopped in my tracks... Inches away from my feet was a pool of blood leading into the appartement, Carefully jumping over the puddle and made my way to the bathroom wich had blood on the handle

My eyes locked to the door handle, suspicious yet worried

*shit shit shit shit shti shit shit*

I opened the door to reveal a crying Brooke she was sitting hopelessly on the floor with her back the the wall. A bloody towel was sitting next to her. My facial expression probably turned to Scared To horrified. "Oh my gosh Brooke Are you ok?!?" I asked running over to her being careful not to step on her hand.

"Y-eh yeh im fine i just banged my head thas all" I knew brooke wasnt telling the truth. I lifted her chin up so she was looking at me and looked her in the eyes. "Brooklyn Tiller. Please tell me the truth babe i only want to help you" i assured her.

"Umm well i pissed off the slags a bit..." Brooke told me the whole strory. My mouth gaped open. Wider than ever.. "Oh.... OMFG BROOKE YOU ARE SO BADASS!!!1!!1" i suddenly yelled.

I covered my mouth surprised at what i actually just said.. Luckily that managed to cheer her up. "oh shut up you!" She punched my arm playfully and got up from her bloody state. Atleast her wound had stopped bleeding. She must have managed to clean it up because it now only looked like a normal cut, i knew better not to touch it.

I observed her for a little while. The cut was actually just above her forhead, and she had a split lip

She didnt need stitches she just needed to be careful..

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