If Not Now, When? // Book 1

Chapter 32: Mar 30

Chapter 32: March 30

(SHELDON'S POV)

I woke up. My alarm was going off, and it played the Nova100 radio station, because somehow that shit works out here.

"I know you love her, but it's over, mate. It doesn't matter, put the phone away. It's never easy to walk away, let her go, it'll be alright."

Fuckin' hell, nice way to rub it in.

"So, I still look back at the messages you'd sent, and I know it wasn't right, but it was fucking with my head. And everything deleted like the past, it was-"

No, fuck you, I've had enough of this bullshit. I hit the off button on my alarm and got out of bed, not realising my crutches were still out in the dining room. Last night I had left them there because it was just easier, but my leg was hurting more than usual this morning, probably just cramping up or something. I attempted to hop over to my set of drawers to get my uniform out. My leg gave out and I fell backwards.

"Mamá! Can you bring my crutches in from the dining room?" I yelled out to her.

"¿Por qué no los tienes?" Why don't you have them?

"¡Fue más fácil ir andando a mi habitación anoche!" It was easier to walk to my bedroom last night!

"¿Realmente? Niño tonto." Really? You dumb child.

"¡Sólo tráigalos, por favor!" Just bring them in, please!

"Estaré allí en un minuto." That was your own fault! I will be there in a minute.

"Thank you." I mumbled under my breath.

Mum came through my door holding my crutches. "¿Qué hiciste esta vez, Sheldon?" What did you do this time, Sheldon?

"Probablemente sólo un calambre." Probably just a cramp. I cringed at the pain that was my calf tensing to the point where I could barely move it at all.

"Intentaste caminar normalmente anoche, y sabes que son unas cuantas semanas antes de que puedas sacar el yeso." You tried to walk normally last night, and you know that it's a few more weeks before you can get the cast off. She handed me my crutches and I used them to help myself off the ground.

"Lo sé, mamá. Está bien. ¿Puedes preparar mi maleta?" I know, Mum. It's fine. Can you get my bag ready?

"¿Cuándo murió tu último esclavo?" When did your last slave die off?

"¿Por favor, mamá?" Please, Mum?

I put my uniform on and fixed up my hair, which was absolutely fucking everywhere. Mum drove me to school and I went off to find Marcus and Adam.

(MICHAELA'S POV)

"Why would you do this to yourself?" Livia yelled, holding my left arm out in front of her. Across my forearm were several bleeding slits. Across the table next to us was a knife, blood along the edge of it.

"Because I deserve it! Everything is my fault! I let myself get attacked! Sheldon clearly wanted me gone, because I did stupid fucking shit and I deserve to get hurt! I'm not good enough!" I screamed, pulling my arm away from her grasp.

"You don't deserve this at all! Nothing is your fault! Never blame the victim, which, in our case, is you. Don't blame yourself! And you know full well that Sheldon does not want you gone. Anyone in their right mind knows that."