Camp LvD

Chapter 6

Meg POV

I cant find Belle anywhere. I heard rumors that a girl was beaten up by a guy that matches Cane’s description. It could have been Belle. I am so stupid to have left her alone and teased her. I knew better. My vision blurs as I search every cabin and every activity to find her no where. This place is so huge she could have slipt past me easily. She is my only sister and I just pushed her away. I know she is about to start but she never acts like this. My pace quickens as I head back to our cabin, I should have checked there first.

I bust in and see blood droplits leading outside from the bathroom. I bite my tongue holding back a scream as I head inside the bathroom following the trail into the bathroom to find a gory scene before me. Blood is on the floor soaking in with the fresh water. It still flows down the drain through the cracks of the small tiles. There is so much of it. Cane attacked my sister. He is going to pay. I run as fast as I can in the direction of the tire marks. My rage is flowing through my vanes as I make it there in record speed to see Cane vomiting out side a small cement hut. I book it over there and he doesn’t even notice me until I grab him by the hair and force him to look at me. “Do you actually think you can get away with this? Beating a girl?” My fist connects with his nose sending a crack filling the air. Blood pours out of his nose as he crys out.

“I didn’t beat her.” He whispers as I knee him in his stomach and his head resists against my grasp on his hair.

“Then why are people saying you did?” I punch him in the face anger filling my force. 

“Let me explain.” His face is already starting to swell from my impact. Wow stage fighting really paid off.

“No. A monster like you doesn’t need explaining.” I full force punch straight in his eye causes him to slip through my grasp and onto the floor unconscious. And we have a winner. That should make him feel that torturing young girls just for sex is wrong. A handsome man walks out curious then when he sees Cane on the ground all bloodied and unconscious he darts to his side.

“What did you do?” He snears checking for a pulse.

“He beat my sister.”

“He most certainly did not!”

“How do you know?”

“Would a guy that beat her be a worried mess about her? Call us to help her if he did? Want to be in there to help her through it? She broke her arm and nose! He did not beat her.” He calls through a walkie and more people from other huts around rush out and to them. People lift him away, he looks so lifeless. What did I just do? I didn’t even let him explain. I acted first before asking questions. I believed rumors over the actual person. What kind of person am I? Stage fighting is so intence people die sometimes. In certain states it is illegal. I could have killed him. My sisters first love, I may have killed. The shock of it all sends me running into the woods. Branches scrape my face and arms, I trip a couple times over roots. I am the one to die. So maybe I should. My face accidentally collides with a tree with so much force of me not paying attention. The world around me goes dark.

Belle POV

The light above me is blinding. An oxygen mask is covering my mouth and nose and I wipe my eyes with my left hand grogilly. But I can hardly move my right. Infact it hurts to. “Welcome back. How are you feeling….Belle?” The mans voice is hazy in my ears and I feel weak and nauseous.

“Hurt…” I am still groggy so I can hardly form words.

“You will be in pain for the next couple of months, you broke your arm pretty cleanly. We had to go in and fix it with surgery. Your parents were informed and said you could stay here the same amount of time. I tried to guess your favorite color so I gave you a purple cast. When you are ready to go back to your cabin you can. Your surgery was over sixteen hours. Longer than planed. Yell for me if you need anything.” He slowly makes his way to the door.

“Wait. Am, am I on my period?” This is very embarrassing.

“No.” He gets a smile and walks away. But I thought I did? My mind is all mushy but I need to find Cane. I need to oppologize. My hand trails to my mask as I slowly slip it over my head. My fingers trace over my nose and it throbs. My hand flinches away to stop that aweful feeling. My body sways on the table as I slowly slide off. My arm hurts under the weight of the cast. My body weight sways again so I grab the counter to steady myself. My longing to apologize to him makes me shake the feeling of groggy from him as I rush out to try and find him. What catches my eye is that all the councilors are huddled around another small cement hut. My pace only quickens to the amount that I can. My small body pushes against everyone’s, whispers and murmer fill the crowd as I make my way through to the door and look through the small window. In the small room with many people working in there. But the person on the table is a councilor. My councilor. Cane. Bloodied, broken, and bruised.

His face is deformed and it looks as if he will never be fixed again. Someone grabs me and pulls me from the window. My throat burns I guess I screamed? “He is going to make it. He always does, he is very strong.”

“Let me go! Let me go!” My body wriggles from his and goes back to the window as the continue working on his face. “Who did this to him?” Sobs escape me, this is one hectic day. We all act like we have known each other for years.

“Some girl. She thought he beat you so she beat him.”

“Who was she?”

“We don’t know. Blond hair, green eyes. She said you two were sisters.” Megan. She was a junior stage fighter. She still did a lot of damage to people. I just never knew she could do this much. She has crossed the line. I never want to see her retched face again. My weight makes me too heavy so I slump to my knees. I sob with one hand over my face. He might not make it with this amount of damage. Why don’t they just take him to a hospital? “Come one, lets get you some place so you can rest, I promise we will let you know if anything changes. You just need your sleep.”

“I don’t want sleep. I have to stay here and make sure he stays okay.”

“They have been in there for a while and he is still stable, these are the best surgens in the world.”

“I don’t care! I am staying here and you aren’t going to change that. It is my decision.” They start stitching up his face, they are almost done. I love him, I don’t deny that. I love him too much for my aching heart to handle. Tears stream down my face seeing him like this. The guy that informed me pulls me into a hug as I sob into his chest. I don’t want to loose him. This guy scoops me up and places me on a near by fourwheeler and he drives me all the way to our cabin.