Injured Feet & Rickety Hearts {Book 1 Completed}

//Chapter 17//

Newt watching Malaya go ^
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I could feel a groggy sensation taking over my head as pressure continued to enhance on my shoulders. Was this another dream? Another nightmare? It seemed like I was on the edge of the dome of consciousness, I felt my eyes flicker as my hearing came into play.

Worse play of the week.

"Wake up shank before I drag you out there"

It was a yell whisper but it still stung my fresh ears, I groaned and rolled over, registering the voice in my head to be Minho. What in the bloody hell did he want?

I groaned and hissed at him to leave me alone, I hadn't even heard the doors open... the doors. The maze. I was supposed to be a runner today. Ugh! Now I know why he's here. Now I definitely don't want to get up out of bed.

"Laya. Do I have to get Newt? get up. Now"

He growled in my ear before straight up ripping the sleeping bag out from under me, I squealed in disapproval before shooting up right. Glaring at him, thinking that maybe if I did it hard enough he may just spontaneously combust. Nope, still there, still a sassy shank.

"Up. now"

He ordered before I climbed to my feet, Bark lolling around before he stretched up onto his feet as well. I stretched out before narrowing my eyes at him. He didn't say anything when I did, just rolled his eyes in an over exaggerated-Minho-way before he turned and waved his hand for me to follow. Like my anger had suddenly vanished at a bat of his eyelids.

I decided against going against Minho right now, he was faster than I was and a lot stronger. I don't like my chances. I looked up into the sky and saw shades of early morning, the pinks and the purples, the oranges and the yellows painting the sky like a royal artwork. The gates didn't open for another half an hour.

"Minho, why? the maze doesn't even open for another half an hour"

"All the more reason to get all this over with"

He hissed in response and I grumbled under my breath, damn him and his shuck logic. I could hear Bark yawning at my side and his bones clicking as he trotted at my side. He was not going to be a good dog after this was he? I don't know what he's like when he doesn't get his sleep.

I soon figured out that we were heading towards the homestead, what for I didn't know. I just stayed quiet, trying to psych myself up before I even so much as looked into those damn walls.

Minho seemed just as relaxed as always, grumpy but that was normal Minho behaviour. I did help a little to calm down, knowing that he didn't seem nervous about being out there or having me out there with him. The second we walked into the homestead I was flooded with the smell of mildew and dust, tickling my nose enough to make me sneeze a few times.

Minho trailed down through the building before he stopped by a wall, at first, I thought he had gone mad before I saw him crouch down and jingle a few keys to unlock a hatch in the floor, we had a basement all this time? Really?

The door was hard to move, Minho grunting with effort to make the door slip from its frame, squeaking and creaking loudly before it jotted out of place. Minho tossed it back to lean it on the wall before he beckoned me to go first. Was he trying to kill me?

I sceptically looked down the stairs before sighing, beginning my slow decent. It gave me and eerie feeling as the sound of the door behind me shut, the hall now becoming dark, the only light being the slices coming through the cracks in the door. I suddenly felt the urge to walk with my body ducked, like something would hit me on the head if I wasn't careful.