"Roxy, please stop for a minute! I need to talk to you!" Lancelot calls after her as she rides even faster into the woods.
"Just leave me alone!" She yells back at him. As she rides farther into the shadow filled forest of thick vines and leaves, she begins to slow down, not knowing where she was headed off.
She finally stops behind a tree and jumps off of Spike, thinking that Lancelot won't see her, but as she quietly creeps to the side of the tree to see if he were there, she steps on a twig that snaps in half. She quickly turns back to see Lancelot, now grabbing a hold of her wrist. As she tries to pull away he tightens his grip and pulls her closer to him.
"Lancelot let go of me!" She screams at him, as her body gets tense.
"Not until you tell me what happened." He says calmly as he tries to get her to look him in the eyes. When he could finally get her to, he could see tears filling up her eyes.
"I don't want to talk about it!" She tries to yell, but just barely manages to get out as a few tears run down her cheeks. She cries out the anger that she once held as Lancelot pulls her into a tight, caring hug.
After a few minutes of letting her calm down, he pulls her over to a tree. They sit down, and as Lancelot leans against it and puts his arms around Roxy, she rests her head on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry." She whispers as he tilts her head up to look at him. Her eyes looked red and puffy from crying; yet she still had beauty to her swollen face.
"For what?" He asks with his fingers still holding her chin.
"For yelling at you. I was just mad, and I'm sorry I took it out on you." She says so quietly, she wasn't sure she had been able to hear what she had said to him.
"It's okay. I try not to let the small things get to me." He says looking into her eyes for a few seconds more before moving his fingers from her chin. She slowly drops her head back onto his shoulder as they sit there a few minutes more in silence.
"I think we should start heading back." Lancelot says breaking the silence. He pulls her up as they get up and mount their horses, and slowly ride back to camp.
Cassie gets up and grabs something sharp from her bag. She walks a few yards and sits behind a tree. She pushes her sleeves up to reveal scars across her wrists and arms. Her eyes start filling up with tears at the thought of doing this to herself. She can't stand to see how badly she's scarred, but can't stop scarring herself. She takes out the sharp object out from her pocket, and starts to cut herself once again. She feels that if she gives herself physical pain, all of her emotional pain will just fade away.
Ever since she'd been living with her uncle and her parents had died, ever since she felt that everything in her life had gone wrong, ever since she started pushing away everyone she'd ever loved and cared for, and ever since she and Roxy had gotten there and had gotten into a fight, she's been miserable. Her heart had ached for so long, she'd begin cutting herself. She's been doing this for about 3 years, and has gotten close to death. Roxy is the only one who knows her secret besides her uncle, but he never cared. All he did was send her to the hospital when she passed out in her room.
She closes her eyes as the blood flows from her wrists and the object she was once holding drops to her feet. The tears that are now running down her cheeks drop into her cuts and sting her wrists making her grasp onto them. She picks up the object that had fallen, and cleans it off on her shirt as she puts it back into pocket. She rips off parts of the bottom of her shirt, and ties them around her wrists to stop the bleeding. She puts her sleeves back down and sits there just a few more minutes crying alone in silence, or that's what she thought.
Tristan had seen her the entire time. He hadn't liked what he had seen, but he thinks he may be able to help her.
'Why does she do this to herself? Can't she see that we all want to help her? That I want to help her? Does she know how sad we would all be if she were to die?' Tristan wonders as he silently, yet quickly goes back to Arthur and the other knights. But most of all, he wonders, 'Does she know how much I worry, and care about her?'
As Tristan gets back to Arthur and the rest of the knights, he can see Lancelot and Roxy making their way their way back as well. Roxy speeds up Spike and rides over to Tristan, noticing Cassie is no longer with Geo.
"Tristan, where's Cassie?" Roxy asks him with a quiver to her voice.
He walks closer and says very quietly, "In the woods. I think you should go talk to her." He points in the direction of where Cassie is sitting, and Roxy quickly rides off to find her.
A few moments later, Roxy hears a faint crying and slows down Spike until he is to a stop, and jumps off of her horse. She follows the crying until she is just a few yards away, and runs behind a tree to where Cassie is sitting. She falls to her knees and pulls Cassie into a tight hug as she sobs into her shoulder. She can see by the blood on her sleeves and her shirt, she had managed to find something sharp enough to cut herself.
"I'm Sorry," Cassie gets out between sobs. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, that I called you all those horrible things. About everything."
"It's okay." Roxy says solemnly. She pulls away and looks at her. She stands up and pulls Roxy up with her. "Come on, let's head back."
Cassie nods and they walk towards Spike. Roxy grabs onto his reins as they start walking back to Arthur and the knights.
"What were you doing out there for so long, eh?" Bors asks Lancelot with a smirk. Lancelot just glares and rides right past him to a small fire pit. He gets off of his horse and as he sits down, he pulls out one of his swords and begins to sharpen it. The knights sit around him and joke around until Roxy and Cassie come back.
When Cassie and Roxy finally arrived, they tied up Spike and Geo to nearby trees and sat near the rest of the knights. Cassie could feel Tristan's eyes on her. She gets a tight feeling in her stomach as she looks up at him, there eyes meet for a few seconds before she looks down at the ground. His eyes remain on her for a few seconds longer before looking away and catching up on what was going on around him.
Lancelot looks up at Roxy and studies her. His heart warms up as he sees her laugh and smile at what Bors had just said. Her eyes are transfixing with browns and greens. Her long dark brown hair falls straight and in layers. Her sun kissed skin gives her an angelic glow that would get him staring at her forever. Especially her figure which is perfect, giving her a mature look. And her personality is just everything a guy could ask for. She is caring, loving, friendly, has a great sense of humor, and is stubborn. He doesn't know why, but that stubbornness attracts him to her even more. Though, he likes the fact that she's enthusiastic and fun. When she and Cassie had just arrived there, he had just wanted to bed her, not wanting to get to know her or know anything about her. He just saw her as a pretty face with a nice figure, but now he has grown accustomed to her.
Tristan looks back at Cassie and sees her smile for the first time. He feels happy to see that she was filled with joy at the moment. Her hazel eyes light up as she lets out a small laugh. Her dark brown hair falls just beneath her shoulders and has a slight curl to the ends. Her fair skin gives her a soft look, and a gentle gleam. Her figure is average, not too thin, but not too chubby, which makes her look older that what she probably is. She is shy and quiet like he is, and that's what attracts him to her the most…her personality. He sees the loss, fear, and loneliness in her eyes. It sticks out like a sore thumb. And he can tell she is uncomfortable around him. He wishes she weren't. He would never hurt her. He just wants her to be safe, not cut up and scarred.
A/NOkay, well, here's the fourth chapter. Sorry it took so long to get out. Please review. Thanks. WooT!