The Scars of Six

16. Infernal Battles

Listen to Bad Blood by Bastille :)

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Denali and I had made it to her and Elijah's cabin first, apparently there was an easier way to our cabins without climbing mountains or crossing rivers and that was through the opposite side of the forest. After finally leaving Denali, I still had to walk about a mile to mine and on my way there it started pouring.

All that could be heard was the shivering of my breath, the crunching of the twigs being squashed under my weight and the loud sound of the thunder clashing with the ground. I was more than drenched and the bags I carried with me weighed very heavily on my body, making my weight identical to that of a heavyweight fighter. For once in my life I think I was slightly out of breath from just walking, apparently two weeks of just crying and four days of torturing my body with alcohol and junk food were undoing years of hard discipline. I shook my head as I quietly grunted and proceeded to make it to my cabin to face my roommate once and for all. Aside from the bomb of information that Denali had just bombarded me with not too long ago, Santiago and I's argument laid heavily on my mind. I was completely out of line and although I may still be processing my parents true cause of death, it gave me no right to act like such a bitch. I was in no position to say what I had said to him that night and I know for a fact that if anyone had spoken ill of my mother or my father I would have sent them to the hospital or to their graves, so for him to have just thrown a snarky comment at me was a reminder of the person I remembered him to be.

Blurred by the streaks of water descending down the sky in a wrath, I faintly acknowledged a small wooden structure not too far from my current position —home. Eager to finally drop this added weight off my body and strip into something warm and comfortable, I quickened my pace. Within two minutes I was finally walking up to the door with a small smile of relief on my face to have successfully found my way back — after a couple of days of shenanigans and story tellings of course. I wiggled the doorknob many times in an attempt to get inside, but it was locked which caused my relief to turn into frustration. I banged on the door a couple of times, not sure if my roommate was either deaf or not inside the premises. "Santiago!" I yelled over the thunder. "Open this damn door!" I yelled again as I proceeded to bang the walls like a mad woman. Soon enough the door was yanked open and to my surprise there stood a shirtless Santiago at the entrance, who was simultaneously wiping away the sleep in his eyes while I shot daggers at him.

For a second, just for a second I admired the beauty that was his body since the last time I had been in its grasp. He had definitely changed, physically — his body was way more defined and way more alluring since that night. His right arm was now covered in beautiful ink making him stand out from your average joe. His left shoulder read 'F A M I L I A' and his left forearm read in the same font 'Right Place Right Time' among other scattered tattoos — I wonder what he was referencing to. After realizing how long I was staring at him for, I tore away my gaze and huffed while pushing him aside so I could enter our small cabin, which left him standing there looking dumbfounded.

"Well hello to you too" he sarcastically said behind me as he closed the door. With an 'oomph' the bags I was carrying landed on the floor in a wet mess. I proceeded to unpack all of the clothes that Denali was so kind enough to buy me and threw them into the washer then proceeded to throw the bags in there too, after unpacking everything. It was a good thing that Denali and I prepared for such weather because we were smart enough to pack all of our electronics in plastic bags. I was thankful to say the least and then there was the realization of me still being soaking wet, so I proceeded to strip down to my undergarments.

That is until I heard Santiago clearing his throat at my actions and eying me with a weird look. "It's not like you haven't seen me naked before, really I don't mind, but if you do just turn around." I remarked sarcastically in which he just rolled his eyes at and plopped back over to his bed. "So you've been gone for several days and then just miraculously come back with extra things and the same attitude?" He questions while staring at the huge window and into nature.