Dreamers

Chapter 5

"Wow, my clothes are way too big      on you," Catrina shakes her head with a slight laugh. Hazel stands a meter away from her, the shirt hanging off her and the joggers don't stand a chance of staying up. If she lets go they'll likely be around her ankles. Scrunching her face up, she looks up to Catrina causing her to laugh and hug the pillow on her lap. 

"I'll see if I can get you smaller clothes. Stay here," Catrina slides off her bed and out the door. Hazel sighs, gripping tightly onto her bottoms as she drags herself over to the leather chair in the corner. Plopping herself down, she deeply breaths running her hand across her face.

Her eyes dance across the room. It's such a mess. Almost like a grenade exploded.  How do they live like this? Closing her heavy eyes, she leans back into the chair and her head falling back. From some reason she missed the comfort of her own bed, even though it's in her prison.

"Hazel?" A voice calls out from the other side of the door. Hazel's eyes snap open as panic seeps through her, her eyes quickly snap to the open door. Her mother stands in the doorway with watery eyes and a look of disbelief. "Hazel!" Her mother runs towards and she quickly stands up as her mother engulfs her into a hug. Dervla snobs quietly, her whole body shaking. "I'm so glad your ok."

"Mum, I missed you."

"I missed you too." They pull back, smiling at each other. Hazel groans, pulling her bottoms that were beginning to slip. "Those are a little big, don't you think?"

"Yeah, no kidding."

Dervla wipes away the tears from her cheeks with the sleeve of her jumper. "We'll get you some clothes that'll fit."

"Catrina's gone to try find some," she pulls a tight smile.

"Hey Hazel, I found these," Catrina enters the room with a small handful  of clothes.

"Speak of the devil and she shall appear," Hazel grins. Catrina rolls her eyes shoving the clothes into her arms. Hazel's shoots her a glare.

"Try those, I got them from a girl in the pack and she's small so hopefully they'll fit. Oh, and she told me you can keep them."

"Thanks," Hazel disappears into the closet, putting the clothes down on a shelf beside her, she picks a pair of black jeans. She changes into them, putting Catrina's bottoms back. She pulls out the t-shirt and her whole body cringes. It's bright pink and cropped. Heaving a breath, she decides to keep the other t-shirt- even if it hangs from her.

Leaving the closet, a smile makes it's way onto her face at the sight in front of her. Catrina and Dervla sit on
bed, making faces at a little boy or to Hazel a very grown up little boy. "He's gotten so big." she approaches the three sitting down on the edge of the bed, beside Dervla.
Edwin stares at Hazel with wide eyes, taking every bit of her in.

"Hazel, I want to show you something," Catrina pushes herself off the bed, grabbing Hazel's hand and pulling her up off the bed and out the door.

"Where are we going?"

They reach the bottom of the stairs, Hazel's bare feet hitting the cold tiles cause shivers up her spine. "Put those on," Catrina gestures to the pair of shoes lying beside the stairs. "We're going outside." They quickly pull on the shoes while sitting on the stairs, and then Hazel follows her out the door. The wind wrinkles their clothes, making Hazel wrap her arms around herself.

"Where are we going?" She asks again, with her eyebrows furrowed. "Catrina?" the silence between them makes her heave a sigh. Why can't she just tell me where we are going? They walk through the woods, down the middle of the worn away grass. It looks to be made by cars and people walking. They begin to approach a small wooden cabin at the end of the path, it looked quite new but definitely has been there for some time. "Does someone live in there?" The cabin looks to be well kept and there was light coming from inside.

"Yeah, go knock," she gestures towards to the wooden door with a small glass window.

"Knock?"

"Oh come on, you don't remember how to knock?"

"Of course I remember," she scoffs. Catrina smirks gesturing to the door once again. Hazel takes slows steps forward, stopping right outside the door. She looks back at Catrina before raising her fist to the door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Hazel watches the door with her lips rolled and butterflies in her stomach. She listens as the lock slides open, then the door swings open, instantly making Hazel's jaw drop. She jumps wrapping her arms tightly around their neck, they shockingly wrap their arms around her waist. After a couple of moments it begins to sink in, making anger over comenthe butterflies, plucking away their wings. Hazel takes a step back out of the embrace.

"Fuck you, Quinton! I thought you were dead!" She punches him across the chest in frustration.

"So did I for a while!" He throws his arms up in the air. "And I mean I was... kinda."

"What is happening?" Hazel turns round to look at Catrina. She pulls a cheeky smile, before bolting off back down the path. "Catrina!"

"Uh... why don't you come in? I can make you something to eat?" He smiles at her making her heart flutter slightly. She nods her head slowly and walks inside while he holds the door open. He shuts it behind her. Hazel's eyes bounce along the features of the little cabin. It's all open plan, there's a small kitchen that no more than one person could stand in, a green leather sofa along side a wooden coffee table with a sheet of glass in the middle. Many landscape pictures hang from the walls and the windows have ugly plaid curtains that reach the wooden floor boards. There's a small wooden dining table with two chairs and two doors on one of the walls. "Sit down, I'll get you some food. I hope toast is ok?"

"Fine."

Hazel sits down on the leather sofa and stares at the tv in front of her, it plays a movie she hadn't seen before. The tv is muted. She watches the blonde girl speak, her lips are moving fast with anger. "Your alive."

Quinton stops buttering the toast and looks over to Hazel, but he can only see the back of her head. "How? How are you alive?" Her voice cracks, with tears swelling in her eyes. "I watched you die!" She sobs. He drops the knife and quickly goes over to her, sitting next to her. He tries to embrace her once again, but she pushes him away with her hand, like the first time they met. The first time it sent electricity down the both of them, this time it sent a cold shiver .

Wrapping her arms protectively around herself, she gives him the cold shoulder. "Hazel... Dr. Wilson saved me."

"Dr. Wilson?"

Her pack doctor. She hadn't even thought about him, not once did she notice he was gone. But it would've been hard to notice, a lot of people died that night.

"He was able to get me out after you left. He was there when it happened, but he had to wait. I don't know how he did it. But he saved me." Quinton looks at her, buts she doesn't turn around. Only stares at the door. So, he continues to talk. "I nearly died twice in surgery, but I fought. After, I was in a coma for eight and half weeks. They thought I wouldn't pull through. I lost a lot of blood and was really weak, no thanks to that sliver bullet," he releases a laugh of disbelief.

"I remember when I woke up, I looked for you. I asked for you. When they told me he still had you, I was pissed. I lost it. In the end they had to sedate me. Took me two more weeks to recover after the coma, even then I was still weak. They said, whatever they put in that bullet wasn't the normal sliver bullet they'd been using."

Hazel turns around wiping the tears away. "I mourned you, Quinton. I lost everything. My pack, my Dad. My best friend and my mate. I've never felt so much pain before..."

Quinton gets up walking towards her. "Hey, it's ok. I'm here now, by some miracle," he embraces her and she lets him. "And we will get your pack back." She nods with her face pressed against his chest

"We will get revenge for Alonzo."