Guys, I'm so tired, goddamn. First time I've tried this, but I have a book recommendation for you: Bad Camp, on Wattpad. By Christopher something. I love it, personally. Anyway. Disclaimer: Disclaimed. Snow Patrol/What If This Storm Ends.
Chapter 2
Shailene turned her head to avoid her nose crunching against her skull, and Theo's fist caught against her cheek, bruising; Shai wished her mother were there to protect her, like she had so many times before.
But she wasn't. She was dead.
When Shai was nothing but a body, crumbled in a growing pool of her own blood, Theo left. Shai let her eyes close, but forced a centimeter between them when she heard footsteps.
It was Theo again, and what he held in his hands not only shocked her, but sent her crawling backwards as fast as she could, whispering at him, pleading.
And he held up the skillet.
"Please, Theo," Shai sobbed. "Please, you're going to break my skull!"
He pulled back, a savage look on his face. "Bitch, you're not getting away that easy!" He growled, and she wimpered. He grabbed her ankle, pulling her leg straight, and slammed the pan against her shin; she held back a scream.
The next hit had her screaming as she heard a crack from her leg; the next made her scream louder.
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Shai stumbled painfully over to the stove, boiling the herbs in the water as Theo had told her too; this time, though, she added a new one. When it was done, she poured it into a cup, draining the petals and leaves, and walked it out to him.
When she sat down, he poked her leg with his shoe; Shai gasped, and he smiled.
Drink your tea, Theo. You asked for it.
Theo downed the whole cup before he got to his feet, yelling.
"WHAT DID YOU PUT IN THIS?!" He yelled, grabbing her by her neck with one hand, the other squeezing the break on her leg that he'd only allowed an ace bandage for. She screamed. "WHAT IS IN THIS SHIT I DRANK, WHAT DID YOU DO-" He stopped, and collapsed, dropping Shai on her bad leg on their glass table, which gladly didn't break under her. "Shai. . . . " He whispered.
"Fuck you." She hissed, and spit at him.
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"It's okay," Shai said, smiling, petting her husband's hair. "I know. I know you're just asleep." She said.
He's asleep. Her mind was whispering to her.
He's asleep
He's asleep
He's asleep
He's asleep
He's asleep.
He's asleep.