Gemini|| #Wattys2019

Chapter 23

Upon awakening, I notice two things: I am alive and I feel no pain. Then I discover that I am no longer on the plane, nor am I surrounded by its wreckage. I am indoors, laying beneath a deep blue duvet and I've been changed into a lightweight sleeping gown.

I sit up in bed and analyze my surroundings. My first thought is that, perhaps, this was all a dream. However, on second thought, my mother would never have my bed dressed in blue. My curtains, at home, are not silver and my walls are not white. These are not the Gemini colors.

They're Libran.

With a start, I try leaping from the covers, but when I push off the comforter, I suddenly understand my lack of pain. I realize now that my left leg, bandaged from toe to thigh, is completely numb.

How strong must these drugs be?

"Finally awake, I see. I was beginning to wonder if those animals made you nocturnal." Her voice seems to split my skull down its center.

"Lady Minerva." I cringe at the formal greeting. After everything she's done, she doesn't deserve such an honorable title. My eyes find her sitting in an elegant armchair off to my right. Her hair's different. She's wearing a long blonde wig. Its tips are dyed a curious shade of red.

"It's good to see you too. I hope we can move past differences as we are soon to be co-sisters-in-law."

"Where are my friends?" I try to swing my legs over the side of the bed but the left one stays put, forcing me to move it withs my hands.

"Careful there, Princess. You don't wanna mess that leg up more than it already is. From what I've heard, It was broken pretty bad when they found you. Spun up like a pretty little pretzel." Her tongue snakes out over her bottom lip, mockingly.

"As for those friends of yours, we tossed them exactly where rats belong: the basement. I was hoping we could pick them off the way you and that blue-haired hottie did with my men, however, your fiancee and your father have other plans for them." My gut twists and retches at the memory. I did kill one of her men. What's keeping them from doing the same? Minerva crosses one leg over the other and sits back, tossing a lock of hair over her shoulder. "You should be proud of them, with everything that's occurred as of late, the two of them have been pretty esteemed on the Zodiac Counsel. Of course, I'll be here to help them realize that we only really need one of those rebels to gather intel."

Each word that leaves her pursed lips sends my teeth gritting against one another. Slowly, I try to stand up, applying tiny amounts of pressure onto my broken leg. A dull pain slashes through my induced haze, but i continue on, dragging the leg along.

Minerva watches me struggle with a smile on her face. She laughs as I grab hold of nightstands and window sills, anything I can reach that will pull me closer to her. She stands before me grinning wide as I raise a shaky hand and slap her across the cheek. In my dazed state, the impact is lazy and anticlimactic, but still enough to wipe away her amusement.

In one swift movement, her own hand connects with my face, sending me sprawling to the ground with the agonizing collapse of my crippled leg. The sound emitted from my throat is inhuman. Minerva scrambles angrily out of the room.

Not long after does a new person come rushing in. He crouches in front of me and pulls me close.

"My love, forgive her actions, she knows no self-control." He coos into my ear. I want so desperately to pull away from him. To rip myself out of the arms of such a man.

But I can't. Something about him reminds me of my old life. The calm stability I used to have before I chose to abandon my home and everyone in it. Including him.