Here is Chapter 11! I love this chapter personally. I think its funny and sweet.
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Chapter 11- Broken
I still had to go to all my classes, so I waited through the day to confront him. My anger got worse and worse as it festered inside my body. I wondered how long he knew… Casper was my friend! I can't believe he wouldn't tell me. During lunch I went off campus to a little shop on the edge of the forbidden forest. It wasn't popular but they made a damn good sardine sundae. I made sure to call Mickey to tell her I couldn't make lunch. I didn't want my anger to make me say something I would regret.
As my last hour with Frankengymteacher wrapped up, I stretched myself our and headed to the locker room to change. I shimmied into my outfit quickly and slung my messenger bag over my shoulder; heading off to find Casper.
I looked in a few corridors, but couldn't find him anywhere. Just as I was about to give up, I saw Casper talking to Wolfie in the main entrance hall. I grabbed the letter from my pocket and held it up."
"CASPER!" I yelled angrily, shaking the letter. His head snapped up and he saw me with the letter. He gulped and slowly started to sink through the floor.
"Don't you dare go through that floor you get over here right now!" I commanded, hoping on the railing and dropping down onto the floor below. I ran over, just as Casper disappeared through the floor. "You coward!" I slammed my fist on the floor.
I got up to see everyone staring at me. I looked around, and found Wolfie standing a few feet from me.
"You!" I pointed at Wolfie. "Come over here right now!"
He paddled over to my side, eyes wild and mouth contorted. "Yeah Leila?" He trembled.
"Where did Casper just go?"
"His room is in hallway C, room 424. He is probably there." He rushed. He ran the other way. I shook my head and rolled off to Casper's dorm.
I got into hallway C, and made my way to door 424. Once I got there, I breathed, trying to calm myself. It didn't work.
"Casper you better open this door right now!" I yelled. I watched as the door knob slowly turned, and the door slid open.
"Hey, uh hi. How's it um, how's it going Leila?" Casper stuttered. I pushed past him into his room. He shut the door and faced me.
"What the hell is this?" I shoved the letter at him.
"It's a series of words on a piece of chemically enhanced trees." Casper said nervously.
"I need you to be serious Casper, what is going on?"
"You are not supposed to know about all of this Leila. I promised." He gave me his puppy dog look.
"No, no, no. Don't you dare give me that face. Where is Thatch? Why won't he come back to me?"
"He won't let me tell you, but he is completely fine. He can't come back to scare school, he could get hurt."
"He could get hurt if he doesn't come back." I warned.
"He is the only thing in existence that is immune to siren's call. You think that went well in the siren community?"
"Are the sirens trying to kill him?" My jaw went slack.
"He would come if he could. The only reason he is talking to me at all is because he trusts that I will make sure your safe. You know, because I'm nice and all."
"Well you tell him that I am so not fine. Not at all." My voice cracked and tears blurred my vision. One tear slipped and I wiped it off quickly. I nudged Casper to the side and walked out into the hallway. I ran into the bathroom and shut myself in a stall, and let the tears spill out.
I fanned my eyes and cleared my face of all the wet marks on my cheeks. I snuck out of the stall and stepped over to the mirror. My eyes were red and puffy and my face was swollen. I decided I would really like a salt bath.
I got in my dorm and fished out everything for my salt bath. When my tub was all full, I sat on the edge and transfigured into my tail. I rolled into the hot water and held myself under, letting the water hug my face and my hair flow with the little waves flowing under the surface. I relaxed under the water for almost two hours, letting the water heal me the way only it could.
I lifted myself out of the water, forming my wings and legs again. I clasped a stool and dragged it over by the mirror. I sat, letting the stream in the bathroom clean my pores. When I felt pampered enough, I slipped on my bra and undies, and put on a huge black shirt in place of a night gown. I glided out of the bathroom with my hair brush and sat on my bed to begin brushing my hair, when a voice carried over from the dark corner of my room.
"Want me to do that for you?"
I slammed against the wall, my wings flying outward in a defensive manner. "Who is that? What do you want? Don't think I won't throw this brush at you, it's solid!" I scrambled.
The figure took a step out of the shadows so I could see their face.
When I saw who it was, I dropped my brush on the floor and ran over to them.
"Thatch!" I yelled, and tackled him to the floor. I planted a big, wet kiss on him and hugged him tight. "I missed you! Where have you been?"
He laughed. He looked so scruffy, and had bigger muscles. It was actually kind of hot. "The important thing is that I am here… For now." He carried me up on my bed, scooped up my brush from the floor, and began to brush my hair.
I shooed the brush away but he was determined. "Why are you brushing my hair? I can think of more interesting things we can do." I waggled my eyebrows.
"I don't know, I missed you." He said shyly. I leaned back into his chest and let him comb through my tangles. When there was nothing left to brush, he set the brush on my nightstand and wrapped his arms around me from behind.
"I missed you too, you know." I whispered. I slipped from his arms and looked into his eyes. They seemed different. They grew darker, more controlled. I looked down at his lips, and lifted my hand to them and traced the outline. He pulled my hand down, and leaned down into me, and kissed me softly. I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him in. He pulled me down on to the bed and wrapped me up in his strong arms. Thatch drew little swirls with his finger on the small of my back, soothing me. My fatigue soon set in, making me extremely tired. I nuzzled my head into his chest and listened to the sound of him breathing. Just before I was about to fall asleep, I heard Thatch whisper into my ear, his voice strained and sad.
"I love you, Leila. I just want to keep you safe from them. I couldn't live if something happened to you…"
I awoke in the morning in a stupor of happiness. I smiled sleepily at the golden light shining through my windows. I reached out to touch Thatch, only to find my empty space.
"Thatch?" I whispered worriedly. I swung my legs off the bed and ruffled my black wings, sending little sparkles of dust in the air. I gazed around to see if maybe he might have just gotten up before me. My eyes settled on a small piece of paper on my night stand.
I unfolded the paper, and gasped.
