Reign - Disney's Zombies #DZFFA || COMPLETE

Chaper 8: Home

I have been tackled so many times that I was certain, that in some way, I would be able to take a punch in the face if the day came that I, in my charming ways, angered the wrong person. At first (and this was before I even set my eyes on Addison) I was sure that it was going to be for flirting with someone that I shouldn't have. I'm not saying if I had never met Addison I would be a Casanova of some sorts, I'm just saying that I wouldn't have been surprised if it had happened.

So I'm not surprised about getting beat up. I'm just surprised about how much it sucks. And one thing is for sure: I don't wanna get punched ever again.

Anywhere.
Also, I'm not up to flirting with anyone that isn't Addison. That's important to know.

The taste of my own blood, it tastes gross. I've never even met this Carlos guy before today and he was blaming me for something I was never a part of. I'm not someone who gets angry easily, I'm rather awesome at staying as cool as a cucumber, and I succeeded... a little bit. I'm a little angry. My face hurts, my stomach hurts, my fists hurt (of course, that one was my doing,) and I'm starting to feel bad for hurting him too. It was self-defense, I have to remind myself.

My hair, which is usually carefully perfected every day, is flat on my face--which also sucks. I run my hand through my hair, pushing it back to get it out of my face.

This is all going to hurt terribly tomorrow.

Eliza is sitting on the stairs in front of her house when I come by. She looks up at me and back down before sharply staring at me in shock.

She stands and looks me up and down, "Okay so, did you deserve this and is it something that is going to make me want to punch your teeth in too? Or should I say screw curfew and go hunting for a white-haired cheerleader?"

"Neither," I say quickly because I know she'll do both, "I ran into a little problem getting home."

"Yeah, no kidding, " She says dryly, "Did you run into a mirror checking yourself out or something?"

"Or something..." I hiss in pain when she reaches up to poke the edge of my eye, "I met the brother of one of the kidnapped kids--why did you do that?" I ask her, gently massaging my eye.

She scowls, wrinkling her nose, "Let me guess? He blamed you for what happened?"

I nod a little, "He blamed all of us--oh, I feel like vomiting." I groan, crouching over and covering my stomach with my hands.

"You okay?" Eliza ask me, looking worried.

"I will be if I can just lay down," I reply, taking deep breaths to suppress the urge to hurl. I start to lower myself but Eliza yanks me back up.

"Not here in the middle of the street! " She scolds," Do you think you can make it home?"

"I think I can," I replied, gritting my teeth.

Eliza takes my arm in hers and gently pulls me until my feet decide they want to work again.

"I need you to put in a little effort here, I feel like I'm trying to pull a table made of solid steel."

"My body was working, but now it's not."

"My arms are going to stop working, now help."

"I thought I was."

"Well, you're not."

I groan again and push on.

"And here I thought that maybe, humans and Zombies were going to be able to work through this without any problems at all," Eliza says as she helps me home.