The Gang Girl

Chapter 38- Gang Orders

// I am back. Ok so I actually have a ligament excuse for not updating and it's called 2 weeks of exams and all the study I had to do prior. The joys of being a high school senior. This chapter... not my best. In my opinion. But anyway, enjoy xx// 

As per usual, I woke with the dawn, the sun breaking free from the winter clouds long enough to bathe the room in a greenish glow as the light filtered through the trees and into Xander's room.

I could feel the stiffness in my back from laying on it for the better part of the night, somehow still being conscious of the fact that I couldn't lay on my left hand side.

I roll onto my right hand side, tucking my broken arm comfortably against my side and watch the forest backing the house, watching it come alive as the sun woke up it's inhabitants. It was peaceful, something I hadn't experienced for a long while.

Throwing a glance over my shoulder at the couch, I had to chuckle at the way Xander was sprawled out on it, long limbs flung all over the place.

I worm myself to the edge of the bed and sit up, throwing my legs over the side of the bed, and stand up.

Can we please shower?

That's probably the best idea you've ever come up with.

I groan as I step down off of the raised platform the bed resides on and lightly pad over to the bathroom, closing the door gently behind me.

Flipping the light on, I take in the extravagant bathroom. Really, it was ridiculously big, with the same floor to ceiling windows lining the wall, continuing to show the forest backing the house. A freestanding bath was situated in front of it, with a large mirror and double basin and vanity stretching across the wall dividing the bathroom and the bedroom. Opposite the door, was a dug out, tiled space. I glance up at the roof and gasp a little. The waterfall shower completed the setting of being in a secret space in a forest, with a waterfall burbling happily into the awaiting pool.

I snoop through the vanity, opening doors and draws, screwing my face up at some of the things I found, until I let out a quiet whoop of happiness.

I had hit the jackpot.

Bath salts, essential oils, bubble bath.

I walk over to the giant bath and set to work, turning the taps over and setting them to the perfect temperature before making my way back to the vanity and gathered what I wanted and set it on the white side table that was set up beside the bath. The water filling the tub was quiet enough that I could slip out of the bathroom and walk into Xander's wardrobe without waking him up.

His walk-in is more organised than mine.

I go to the rack that has his button ups neatly hanging from them, and I couldn't help but wonder how much time he spent in America if he had this much clothing here.

I grab a soft looking black one and make my way out into the bedroom. At some point, Xander had rolled and his blanket had fallen off. I can't help but smile and pick the blanket off the floor and spread it out over him again.

By the time I got back into the bathroom, the bath was half full, which gave me enough time to awkwardly maneuver out of the button down. Thankfully, I was well practiced in popping buttons with one hand. I let the shirt slide down my arms until I have to pull it over my cast. Once the clothing was fully removed, the cold air hitting my skin sent a shiver down my spine, making me hiss at the sudden movement that caused sparks of pain to rack my body. Standing in my bra and underpants in front of the mirror, I could see the bruises speckling my body. I glance over my shoulder in the mirror and look at the forming purple splotches making an intricate pattern that seemingly followed my spine. Shockingly, the tattoos on my spine stood out against the motley range of colours. The bruising was caused by when I'd ended the fight by throwing myself at him and being landed on by 6 foot something 20 year old. I prod a particularly swollen bruise and grimace. It wasn't my first bruise, and it'd probably never be my last. I'd die battered and bruised if I wasn't careful.