Fairy Bond

Chapter Three: But it was still on your list

Autumn's P.O.V.

I stare at the silicone part of an earphone. I picked it up by our big oak tree in the back yard. Whoever was here the other night, doing God knows what, dropped it. I can use it to figure out who it was because I don't know too many people who have shocking orange earphones. They are definitely custom made.

Sally pops her head up from under the covers, her eyes barely open. She stretches out her arms almost slapping me in the face.

I squeeze the bright orange bud between my fingers and then put it back in my drawer. I haven't told my dad about it because he worries too much. He'll put me under house arrest for the rest of my life. I definitely don't want that. Besides I don't even know if this person is a threat yet.

"Hi sleeping beauty," I ruffle Sally's hair, making it look even messier than before.

"You and Ace never give me a break with your relentless flirting," she says mid yawn.

"Well maybe if you stopped being so damned sexy, we would," I tease. Sally only pushes me on the shoulder with half of her normal feistiness.

I pass Sally her glasses and then remember why she slept over in the first place.

"Are you okay?" my face serious.

Sally pushes up her with one finger, "It's nothing I haven't been through before," she tries to act tough, but I can see that it's really getting to her.

I give Sally a hug, "you wanna talk about it," I ask.

Sally just shakes her head and stays in my embrace a bit longer.

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My whole body is sore because of this weekend's training. Ace and Sally are under the impression that I train because I am a MMA competitor. My dad is so paranoid of the truth spilling out that he actually makes me compete from time to time. I always lose on purpose though. I have no interest in hitting someone else just for the hell of it.

I push myself up with an arm. A fiery pain shoots through it and my stomach. Retracting my wings feels like much more trouble than it is actually worth. I move as little as possible, giving my muscles enough time to recover.

On days like these, I question my father's sanity. He says his training me so I can protect myself when a Hunter strikes, but if one attacks now, I'm screwed. Besides every cell in my body is telling me that Fairies don't really fight, even if it is to protect themselves.

I dread every step I take towards the shower. I get undressed, fold my pyjamas and put them neatly in my laundry basket. I push the shower head away from the glass opening and turn on only the cold water.

I walk in and slide the shower door until it connects with the other corner of the shower. I pull the head back to the center. My eyes widen. My breath hitches. Even if I have to shower in cold water every day, I will never get use to the way it feels. The way it makes my heart quicken. My skin turning cold. Goose bumps rising all over my body, but the bad kind.

I squirt some shampoo in my hand and massage it into my scalp. Better to get out of here sooner rather than later.

I know it's no Ice Bath but I feel like a cold shower helps, however slight, to combat my soreness.

After bathing myself I turn off the water by the faucet. I lean with my hands against the wall. The slow trickling of the last drops of water falling off my body is comforting. I relax completely, closing my eyes and inhaling very deeply. My body temperature slowly returning to normal. If I didn't know any better I'd call this heaven.