Chapter 10

"Let go of my leg this instant." I said as calmly as possible. I was not going to let him get the tweezer near my leg. I will fight him if that will do the work.

He thinks I will just let him act like a top sergeant on my leg. He is way more delusional than I will ever be.

"Just..." He said trying to hold my leg ag

again but I flung it to the side away from his reach.

He will have to quit this already and this is only causing me more harm than good. My bleeding will start again and my leg is becoming numb by the second. I think it will fall off soon. " You just..." I said not even making any sense. I will make this process difficult for him because he was the one who decided to drag me in here.

"We can either do this the hard way or the harder way. Your choice." He said with a stone like expression on his pretty face.

"I do not think you are making me choose, either way I get tortured. I prefer just going home." I said laying my numb leg infront of him.

There is no point in protecting now right. The pain in my hand is the only thing I can feel right now anyway. He keeps quite at looks at my purple turning ankle. He reaches out to touch it again and this time I do not move it.

Seeing that I will not try to move it anytime soon, he takes the tweezers and move it closer to my leg, I look away as he grabs the glass with them. And slowly I feel it sliding out of my flesh, the pain was subsided by the numbness but that did not stop my tears from sliding down my cheeks.

He did not notice though, after pulling out the glass he wiped off all the leaking blood. At this point a huge purple mark was formed. He proceeded on by putting stitches on the opening. He was gently and steady, making me sure that he knows what he is doing.

Next was my hand, and fortunately it did not need any stitches. He just put a brown liquid on it and a band-aid. Then he was done.

"That was not that hard was it?" He said with a sigh.

I kept quite though. I said nothing though. I'm slowly losing consciousness.

"Yeah you should probably get some sleep." He said laying me down on the bed, making sure not to put any pressure on my leg or hand.

"I still don't know your name." I said mumbling softly.

Did I lose that much blood? Or am I just tired.

Hey, I was tied before this whole mess started and I wanted to take a nap.

So I deserve this.

"I am still in my school uniform though. " I carried on mumbling. "And this is not my bed." I said once my head hit the fluffy pillow.

"And I thought you'd shut up." He said softly. "And I don't know your name either." He added.

"You do know my name though. David said it when I was on the ground." I said quietly and that was the last thing I remember until I fell into unconsciousness.

.....

"Mommy!" I shouted as I saw her in the kitchen.

"No! I want to show her first!" Andersen shouted running after me towards our mother.

"Can you two calm down?" Mum asked as she looks at us running into the kitchen were she is backing.

"Sorry." We both said once we reached were she was standing.

"Now, what did you want to show me?

I pulled out a drawing I made. "Look, it's a rose and a sunflower... your favorite flower and my favorite flower. You see?" I said giggling as he takes it and pins it on the drawing filled fridge door.

"It is very lovely Alexis... let me see yours Andersen." Mom said taking her picture and looking at it." It's a butterfly. My favorite." She continued on giggling. "You two are very talented. You could be great artists one day." She finished and pined her picture next to mine.

"I'm going to be a ballet, not an artist." Andersen said.

"Dancing is also art dear." Mom said taking her hand in hers. Anderson giggled after hearing that.

"I guess that is what I will be doing..."

.....

I am awaken from my slumber by the urge to go to the bathroom but once I my senses have also awakened an overwhelming rush of pain shot through my hand to my ankle, like a connected current of pain. I hissed loudly at the pain.

I looked around at my surroundings and I do not know where I am.

Again.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Why does it seem like I am asked the same question even time I wake up. It's unbelievable.

I realize now that I am not possibly move or stand with my painful leg. So I look towards the direction of the voice. It is dark in here and I only see a boyish figure sitting on something I believe is a chair.

"Is your leg bleeding again?" He asked

"I need to go to the bathroom." I said nervously. Instead of responding he stood up and walked towards me. Once he reached the edge he picked me up and carried me out of the room and hopefully to the bathroom.

And that was were he was taking me, he puts me on the toilet seat and stands there looking at me.

"I think I can handle it from here." I said.

"You are still in your uniform." He said stating the obvious. He did not wait for my response though and just walked out closing the door behind him.

Finally some peace.

I can't help but think about my mother though. She must be asking herself where I am by now.

I wish I could just walk on out of here, but my leg sting right now and I can not do anything about it. I don't think there's anything I could do.

Once I was done with my business it was now time to pull up my underwear. This was easier when I was removing it, getting it up is harder than I thought it would be and that is saying something.

Okay I can do this, I hold on onto the towel bar and try standing up long enough for me to pull them up, pain shot through my leg and I ignored the protest of my leg as I successfully put my underwear back on. Luckily I am wearing a skirt so there is no struggle there.

"Are you done in there?" It's him again.

"Yeah" I squeaked out and after hearing that he opened the door. The first thing I noticed was the black cloth he was holding in his hand.

"Here, you can change in this for the meantime. I forgot to ask your mother for your clothes when we told here that you are staying here for the night. " He said extending what he was holding towards me.

"Thanks." I said with relief that my mother knows I am here.

"Now hurry up so you can get more rest. When you are done call me and I'll carry you back there." He said looking at the time on his watch.

He was still in his red shirt and black jeans he looks very tied. Like he hasn't slept.

Then it hit me. Who's bed was I sleeping on? It is probably his and he was sitting on a chair when a woke up. Guilt washs over me like a tide of waves and he notices the change of my features.

"What is it?" He asks confused.

"I was sleeping on your bed wasn't I?" I asked guilt filling my words.

"Yes. But it is not a big deal." He said chuckling. And I must say it's a sexy one.

I clear my mind for a second before it wonders too far from my reach.

"It does not feel good. I feel like I'm robbing you of a good night's sleep. And that is not good in the slightest." I said bitting my lip nervously. "I think you should sleep on the other side, so you can at least get decent sleep. I will stay on my side and you will stay in yours. Okay?" I said.

"Okay then." He said, then walked out of the room shutting the door behind himself.

Now I have to change out of this uniform.

Let the struggle and fumbling being I guess.

How did I end up like this again? Snooping around. I should have learned a lesson out of this but if I had I chance to go back in time to fix things I will 100% do it again. I have no shame. But next time I will make sure that I won't fall over like I did today.

I did not even find out what was broken.