Never Been Broken

Chapter 2 - News?

Hello again;D 

  Here's another chapter for anyone who's reading!!

  Enjoyyyy!!xo

neverвeenвroĸenneverвeenвroĸenneverвeenвroĸenneverвeenвroĸenneverвeenвroĸen

"Fifi" Asked a soothing voice.

My throat felt dry and parched, my back felt like it was lying amongst some bricks and my eyes felt so heavy it felt as though they weighed around 100kg. 

"Mhmm" Was all I could mumble back to the voice beside me. 

"Are you okay hunny?" The voice asked again.

My mouth would'nt move and speak for me so I had to nod my head to tell the gentle voice I was fine. 

"Oh baby, don't you dare scare me like that again. I was waiting in the car for ages until I realised something was wrong" My mam sighed.

"Sorry" I croaked sounding very hoarse.

A pair of cold yet gentle lips kissed my forehead. "Hey sparkle" My dad whispered. I smiled brightly at my dad calling me by my nickname. 

"Like your mother said, you scared us" He stated, his voice full of concern. 

"Yeah, yeah. Least I'm alive...right?" I giggled, opening my eyes and staring at my wonderful parents who were also laughing.

"Lets get outta here Felicite" My dad suggested. I looked at him confused but then looked at my surroundings to find me lying in a hospital bed......in the hospital.

"Lets" I smirked.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As soon as we got home - we being me, my mam and dad - I rushed up to my room to find my IPod still blasting random tunes. I strutted  towards my docking station and turned it off. Turning round I found my ginormous brush on the floor, bending down I picked it up then placed it on my dressing table. Glancing at my clock on my bedside table I gasped at how late it was: 9:35pm, I must've been passed out at the hospital for at least 5 hours.

"Felicite, teas ready baby" My mam called from downstairs.

"Coming!" I yelled back. I grabbed my peach coloured hoodie from my bed and pulled it over my head then tying my wavy curls into a tight ponytail, I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen/diner.

"Why are we having tea so late?" I asked sitting down in my usual seat at the wooden table.

"Well considering you passed out earlier and spent most of your day at the hospital we didn't eat, so sorry if the food isn't up to our usual standards" My mam winked at me placing a bowl of home made spaghetti bologenese in front of me. 

My mam owns her own restuerant so her cooking skills are off the hook! If you tasted it and had to give it a rate out of 10, I garentee you'd give it a 12.

"Thank you" I smiled.

My mam and dad sat down opposite me and began eating their spaghetti bologenese. I did the same, savouring the taste of the scrumptious meal. Five minutes passed and I was scraping my fork around my bowl trying to pick up the last drops of sauce lingering in the bottom of the bowl. Giving up with the fork I placed it on the table, picked up the bowl and licked the contents from it with my tongue.

"Felicite!" My dad barked. "Please. Use your manners"

Placing my bowl down on the table quicker than when I picked it up, I looked down at my fingers.