Better Than Revenge (Book 1 in Revenge series)

Chapter 38

I'm slightly crazy in the head right now, I'm actually talking to myself. So don't blame me if there is something wrong or unusually creepy about this chapter.

Read on my fellow readers!

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Josh POV

What the hell was wring with me? I shouldn't of done that. She probably hates me now, though the thought of her hating made it hard to breath for me.

I heard footsteps behind me as I sat on the edge if the pier, the place they had found Rose.

I felt her walk up behind me, breathing heavily as she tried desperately to catch her breath.

I ignored her, staring out at the waves as they headed past me and I could hear them hit the shore.

Rose sat down besides me, breathing heavily as she held her chest, eyes shut tight and looking incredibly pale.

I didn't care that I had probably hurt her earlier at the moment, I reached out, pulling her into my side as I stared over her worriedly, wishing I could do something to help.

She looked up at me, her chest rising and falling quickly and pressed her forehead to mine, our noses touching and our lips only an inch apart as we sat there in silence, just staring at each other.

I went to apologize again, but rushed footsteps behind us caught my attention again as her mother approached.

"Hey guys! We are all going out to the mall and were wondering if you wanted to come." She said, pointing behind her into the trees surrounding the palace.

I let go of Rose, sliding away from her slightly.

I avoided looking at her as we stood up and followed her mom.

Rose followed behind, her breathing picking up slightly as she tried to keep up with me and her mother.

I sighed in frustration, just wanting to turn around and see if she were okay. But she probably hated me.

It wasn't long until I realized she had stopped walking with us, no longer hearing her footsteps behind me.

I turned my head, looking around and seeing her leaning against a tree about fifty yards back, looking incredibly ill.

I rushed to her, stopping in front of her.

She was pale, pale like a fresh piece of paper. Her eyes were shut tight and sweat was trickling down her forehead with all her body weight pressed against the tree.

I felt guilty then. She was like this and I ignored her. I'm the worst mate ever.

I walked up to her, hovering and not knowing what to do to help.

I sighed in annoyance and frustration, stepping back and feeling helpless.

So instead, I pulled her into my arms when tears began streaming down her face.

"I don't want to be like this." She whispered into my chest.

I didn't say anything, just held her as she cried, shaking with each sob.