There was no sign of the police as we chased the dawn back to the residence.
So much had gone wrong at the harbour. But above all, Cutthroat, our sweet jovial doll, was a second away from murdering Bleu.
Was this her ploy all along?
She snored lightly in slumber next to Raine. The grey-eyed girl squinted at the blonde as she fondled the gun she held since the harbour. Raine was upset, rightfully so, but I didn't think the right thing to do was to kill Cutthroat and breach the Sin Book. We had to at least get some answers first.
The van was unbelievably tense.
We were ten minutes away from the house when Bleu stirred. She peeled open her brown eyes and frantically took in her surroundings and shoulder.
Jackson gave her over 20 stitches in total, stretching from her shoulder around to the back of her right arm. The injury aptly favoured a jagged 'C'.
Afterwards, he bandaged it tightly. The blade had gone deep. Luckily, Jackson was swift to close the wound in ample time.
Bleu chuckled in mirth, gently skimming the gauzed shoulder with her fingertips. "I guess she really wasn't all rainbows and sunshine."
"Pardon?" I asked confused.
"Didn't Cutthroat tell you?" Bleu asked.
"Tell me what?" I prodded.
"I hit her." Bleu answered simply stretching her long legs.
"You did what?! Why?" I was surprised.
"She was frightened and didn't want to exit the van. She wasn't moving an inch after you two flew out the van like the power puff girls. She had no weapons and I thought it was strange since she clearly specializes in blades. Then I remembered the rumors that she only fights if someone roughs her up a little and that's what I did."
"That still didn't give her the right to attack you!" Raine snarled.
"I mean... it kinda does. It's okay. I'm fine." Bleu lightly tapped her injured arm. She winced afterwards, instantly regretting touching the wound.
"What the fuck Bleu! She almost killed you!" Raine hollered.
"But she didn't. I didn't think she would slice me open like some fruit ninja but it's all good now. I'll be more vigilant next time." Bleu smiled, trying to convince Raine.
"Next time? As in you'll provoke her again? Bleu I almost executed her after she hurt you." Raine clarified.
"Oh really? That's a bit rash, don't you think?"
"I'm rash? She almost beheaded you! She even flung a fucking sword at me too. Having me doing backflips and shit. Does that not bother you?"
Bleu shrugged. She let out a small groan upon raising her shoulders.
Cutthroat straightened and opened her eyes. We all diverted our attention to her. The blonde shrunk into the seats; willing it to swallow her whole.
"Calm down Raine." Bleu shushed her in a scolding manner,"You woke up Cutthroat."
"Like hell I did!" Raine tossed her arms to the sky.
We finally arrived. I exited much before the others. We needed to figure out a way to tackle Cutthroat about this issue. We shouldn't have to physically hurt her before she fought. It was very impracti-
What. The. Fuck?!
I stared horridly at the apparent ajar front door of our abode.
I cursed underneath my breath, slowly widening the rest of the door. I whipped two pocket knives I stuck in the side of my pants earlier in the van.
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