Rampage✔

More secrecies unveiled

“Cheers!” 

Everybody joined their cups together with smiles on their face. This was the moment of celebration. After the big, bad storm, this was the time for enjoying the peace.

Everyone had ordered their favorite food and drinks except for me and Travis. The doctor has restricted him from any kind of alcohol and heavy food as the bullet has damaged some tissues of his gastrointestinal tract. And for me, malnutrition and severe wounds has made me weak and vulnerable to junk food and heavy drinks. 

My left arm wasn’t completely healed. The stitches were yet to be patched up. And my face, God sometimes I don’t even look at the mirror, fearing that my appearance will upset me.

It had been three months and yet these scars haven’t left my skin. They were dark against my pale complexion.  But only I knew, each scar had it’s own story. That’s why I wasn’t ashamed of them. Rather I was proud that they are there to remind me that I am still alive, after all those tortures.

And for Travis. It hurt me to see that he couldn’t properly sit as it created pressure against his wounds. He had to take the support of the arms of the chair as he leaned against the chair.

Three months. Though it had been three months he hadn’t recovered fully. The big horrendous scar on his stomach seemed something out of this world. It took four long surgeries to save him from loosing his life. High fevers and infections were his daily friend.

The sheer amount blood he had lost made him prone to diseases like anemia. But still, he’s here today, with a genuine smile grazed on his lips and a beautiful shine, twinkling on his fathomless azure eyes.

 The doctor has restricted him from any kind of laborious activities for the next six months. Which means he can’t go back to fighting.

Those nights, when I worried that where he had disappeared, he was training in the basement to prepare himself for the upcoming match. But unfortunately he won’t be able to join the tournament this time.

And I don’t think, he’s still aware of it.

His five years of record will be breaking this time.  Though it will hurt him to the core, I won’t let him practice anymore. I can’t. His physical injuries are far more greater than this competition.

I blinked when I felt his eyes on me. The signature smirk tugged on his face. The golden lights and the soft music made him look more charming.

“Am I too handsome to ignore?”

“You look like shit.” I snorted.

“The same thing goes with you. That stupid tragic look’s of yours is truly terrible.”

“Honestly speaking, both of us look like shit.” I sighed.

He was about to say something but stopped as Tyler called me. “Hey, Case! Let’s go!”

“Where?” I asked confusedly.

He rolled his eyes and pointed out behind me. I turned back and realized what he was saying.

The small yard in front of us was starting to get crowded as the music played. Everyone was dancing and cheering around the campfire.

“C’mon.” He whined like a six year old.

“B’but I.”

“No buts now come.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me with him.

“Sorry, Travis, for stealing your sweetheart. “ Tyler smirked as Travis scowled.

“Bastard.” He grumbled under his breath.

Both of us laughed at his grumpy face. He was sulking like a small child whose treat has been snatched.