The Legend Of Misty Hollow

Chapter Eight

"You did what??!!" I lunged at Tre, but Haven held me back.

"Stop Nikki. Think about what could have happened. It could be a lot worse."

My death gaze went from Tre to Haven.

"What could have happened? Think about what will happen now. I can't write, or do anything in that case with my left arm cause he thought it was so smart to cut off my arm!!!" I screamed at Haven.

"Look, Nikki. We did what we could. Would you rather be a... you know." Tre said.

I fell silent. Of course I didn't want to be one of those... things. I eased, and Haven slipped his hands from my arms to my hand. I went and sat down, thinking only of my brother. Is what Haven told me actually true? I wonder.

"Alaska? Can you come here?" I ask.

If anyone will tell me the truth, it would be her.

"Ya?" she asked, wiping her mascara off with a white towel, only managing to smear it.

"What happened to my car?" I ask quietly, hoping Haven wouldn't hear.

She sighed. "Damon drove it into a truck, and it exploded." She said slowly.

I sighed with both sadness and relief. Haven hadn't lied to me, but my brother basically tried to kill me. Alaska rubbed my back.

"It's okay, Nikki." But honestly, I could tell it wasn't. Not even close.