Blood of Revenge

Chapter 24

I just put this song in bcus my friend like it.

I wasn't allowed to leave my bed till I healed properly. I felt so tired, as if I just carried a mountain on my back. Molly usually came in the afternoon to massage my back, making slow circles there like my mom used to.

It was soothing and helped me relax my tensed muscles. She'd make my hair and help me up to the bathroom every now and then, whenever I had to go. But I guess she didn't like it since she named that place my some-what natural habitat.

It took me almost four complete weeks to not feel any pain in every inch of my body. And the first thing I did was visit Talia's grave.

I couldn't make it to her funeral but at least I could do this... and apologise for not being able to keep my promise. It reminded me of my parents and my brother's grave, how I left them without saying a proper goodbye.

The next whole week, I spent sluggish around, in one room or another, letting myself get lost in my thoughts.

That was, until a hand grabbed me and jerked me straight from my sleeping position since I didn't bother getting up when I awoke in the morning.

"You," Blayze said, shoving me into a sitting position, "need to get out of here."

Glaring at him, I fell back on the bed. "And go where, exactly?"

"Out. Anywhere outside these walls."

I raised my brow. "First few months, you won't let me out of your sight. And now you're kicking me out?"

"You'll fall sick again. And I do not want to go through that phase again because you turn so cranky that it makes the normal you look sane. And I'm sick and tired of seeing you moping around."

"I'm not moping around. I've just gotten used to the lying around, doing nothing part." I say with a big smile.

Blayze pinched the bridge of his nose. "That's it, I'm telling Jackson to take you somewhere."

"No."

"Why can't you just listen me!?"

"I AM listening to you. It's not even like I'm capable of shutting peoples' voices out when I want to. I just tend to ignore you."

"Is that supposed to make a difference?"

"Uh, yes. Both the terms have different meanings."

He got up from the side of the bed and stood right in front of me, bending down to my level to meet my gaze.

And for some strange reason, my breath hitched.

"You, know what? I don't care. I'm going somewhere for three days tomorrow and I'm taking you with me even if it means to drag you out of bed in your pyjamas and throw you in the car. I am not listening to a single word you'll say, no matter how much you protest, you're going with me."

"But—"

"Full stop. End of discussion. Start packing your bag and don't even think that if you won't do this, I'll have to let you stay here. I'll just make you wear the same clothes for the next three days."

Well, isn't he mean?

He exited the room and just as he was about to close the door, I said to him, "Fine. This honey-moon was already delayed for months."

I bit back my smiled, biting the insides of my cheek as the door reopened and I was met by Blayze's hard, cold gaze.

He shook his head and mumbled, "I'd married a kid."