𝙍.𝙀.𝙈. ❨ 𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳. ❩

4. 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞...

Moving was painful for the next few days and every time I saw Kit he either thanked me or apologised, it was sort of awkward because I'm pretty sure he felt what I did, but he had a girlfriend, and I had a life back home. I brushed it off of course. I just needed to work out how to get home.

Every time I looked at him I could see that he was being torn apart seeing me limp and moan whenever I had to sit or walk.

Everything I did during the week after the whips made my eyes well up it was all too unbearable.

To be honest the thing that hurt the most was that I had no one to talk to. Kit was always apologising and I didn't want to upset him anymore, Grace was way too focused on Lana's situation and what "she" did to us.

As the weeks went by everyone got better. All four of us had pretty much recovered from our injuries, even though it still stung when I sat in the scorching bathtub.

Sister Jude knew this, so she would run me baths when everyone was in the common room, that way I wouldn't be a disruption with my screams of pain.

The water steamed up the windows and I just lied there with my eyes closed. It was my least favourite part of the day, as whenever I would complain, Jude would make it hotter. Though I guess an upside was that I got to be alone, for a while. It gave me a chance to think.

Seeing as there were about four bathtubs in one room that were usually occupied, I counted myself lucky.

I tested the temperature of the water whilst sitting on the side of the tub, running my fingers through the water. Although of course, I knew what to expect.

I then untied my gown, letting it drop to the floor which left me completely naked.

I turned around for a second and to my surprise standing there was a wide-eyed Kit Walker looking at me blankly. I tried to cover up using my hands which didn't work so I spoke, trying to make some sort of distraction.

"Kit..." I said hesitantly. He then cleared his throat. "Um, Grace said you'd be here...." he said whilst covering his eyes and handing me a towel, but I still saw him pull his bottom lip between his teeth.

Who was he trying to fool?

"Look, there's a movie going on later. We think that tonight may be the night." he continued...

"The night for what?.." I asked glumly. "We're gonna try to escape again." he says in a "duh" sort of tone.

"Who's we?" I say adjusting my towel. "Me, you and Grace."

There was a thick awkward silence for a few seconds before Kit piped up, "Oh! I'm sorry for walking in on you by the way." he blurts out. "I would've knocked but, you know. There's no door" he nervously chuckled.

"It's okay." I smiled as I grabbed my gown. "We should really get you some clothes," he says whilst walking out.

"Yeah, yeah," I said rolling my eyes.

-

I awoke to a loud trudging noise, like footsteps on a muddy floor. I was being bounced as each noise was made and when I finally realised I was being cradled in someone's arms, my eyelids heavily brought themselves to open and I looked up to find Kit carrying me.

I smiled for a minute and then came to the realisation that there was blood everywhere not only me but also Kit. I ached all over and I finally bought myself to speak. "Kit," I say as I look up.

He looks down at me frowning. "Did we get out?" I ask as he puts me down, to which my knees buckled and Kit instantly grabbed my waist in response.

It was kind of cute in the moment until I looked left of me down to the muddy floor and there she was.

"Grace?" I panicked. "No, no Grace please wake up!" I fell to my knees, shaking the corpse on the floor but she was long gone. Her eyes were rolled back and drained of life, her paling skin was blood-stained from head to toe. Tears streamed down my face as I put my head down into her still chest.

She can't be gone.