The days have passed and birthdays have been fun. Chelsea's own birthday is coming up, and it seems herself and Vaughn are ripped apart…

Chapter 14:

I woke up with a massive headache. I fell out of bed landing on my face and groaned. The day after tomorrow is my birthday, and I couldn't wait. Maybe Vaughn would give me a special present, I thought happily.

Or maybe he'll spend some more time with Sabrina. I shook the thought away.

I walked towards my barn and smelled something awful. I walked faster and opened the barn doors. A gust of a horrible stench blew into my face. I looked around. Bessie was huddled in the corner. My gaze went to the upper left of the barn by the fodder bin.

Moo-Moo was lying on the ground dead. Her side and both of her back legs were bloody and pieces of bone were along the ground. I stared at her for a long horrifying moment.

Wild dogs. I thought bitterly. I looked around the barn and there was a hole in the ground. They dug they're way in.

The stench leaded all the way to the forest. I followed it, to find a clearing by the Harvest Goddess spring with ribs and leg bones scattered, the place was overwhelming with the filthy smell. I didn't know what to do. I felt dizzy.

"Chelsea?"

I didn't turn around.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Are you okay?" It was Vaughn.

He stared around the clearing. "What happened here?"

"Wild dogs…my cow…" I mumbled.

He rounded on me. "Why did you let them get you cow?" He snapped.

"They—"

"Now you don't have a cow. People that let they're animals die make me sick."

It felt like an arrow caught on fire stabbed through my heart.

It was like my eyes were so clouded with pain that I moved on my own. I threw my hand back and slapped him. Stunned, his cheek was red and his head flung sideways.

"I make you sick? Well, genius, if you let me explain, they dug they're way in! I couldn't do anything about it! So next time listen before you talk!" I said as calmly as I could.

"Chelsea!"

Sabrina ran to Vaughn's side. "Why did you slap him? He's just worried. That's all…"

Sabrina was watching the whole thing.

"So you guys went to the spring together?"

"Um…yes, we go everyday." Sabrina said, confused.

Vaughn was staring at me, silent.

I smiled, and looked straight at Vaughn, tears forming. "I'm sorry, Vaughn. I don't know what came over me. Please carry on."

With that, I walked away.

I checked Bessie to see if she was okay, her leg had bite marks but other than that she was just scared. I covered up the hole in case they came back for more.

I walked to Maribelle's shop, ignoring the waves and greetings. I turned the knob and walked in. Julia walked up to me.

"Chelsea, what happened with Vaughn? His cheek was red and he didn't say anything, just went to his room." Julia said, worried.

"I don't know. Ask him."

Mark and, surprisingly Denny, was sitting down, staring at me.

I walked up to Maribelle and asked for a cow.

"Another one? Alright sweetie I'll ask Vaughn—"

"No, I'll do it." I said.

"Oh it's okay—"

I slammed my hands on the counter, making my palms hurt. "I said I'll do it already!"

I snapped.

Everything went silent.

I slid my hands off the counter and smiled at Maribelle. "I'm sorry. Can I please bring my cow to my own farm this time?"

I put my cow Cream into the barn and went into my house. I didn't feel like eating or doing anything else for that matter. I got into nightclothes and went to sleep almost instantly.

Feeling a little better the next day, I felt like going to Pierre's house for some reason.

I knocked on his door. A few seconds later, her opened it, and said with delight, "Chelsea!"

He let me in and went back to the kitchen. I looked around.

I never got a good look at Pierre's house before. It was like the inside of a castle with purple curtains and loads of pots and pans and ingredients.

"What brings you here?" Pierre asked.

"I don't…know." I admitted. He looked at me, confused, but brightened up.

"Do you want something to eat?" He said, hopeful.

"Sure."

"Great! I'm working on that vegetable dish and I've been wanting someone to taste it, but Natalie is mad at me for some reason…" He said.

"Oh."

"But no matter! I'm glad someone came." He said happily.

"Yeah…" I said, staring at the table as I sat down.

It was silent for a while. "Chelsea?"

"Yes?"

"What's the matter?"

I was quiet for a moment. "Vaughn's a jerk." I mumbled.

"What did he do?" Pierre asked, curious.

"I don't want to talk about it." I said.

He brought the dish and set it in front of me.

It was mixed with colors, purple, green yellow, white…

I gingerly tried some of the dish. It was delicious—A leafy taste with a tang.

I finished it in practically one bite. I licked my lips.

"Pierre, that was delicious!" I sounded like a child.

"Excellent! Are you feeling better?"

"Of course!" I said.

"That's exactly what I want my dishes to effect on. I love it when people taste my dish and feel like they can do anything." He said happily.

I smiled, and it felt like I haven't in a long time.

I looked at the clock in the room that looked like a big plate. "Oh! I have to go! Thanks for the delicious food!" I waved and ran out the door.

I ran into Maribelle's shop. I had to apologize to everyone. I opened the door and heard a groan. I slammed the door right into Vaughn's face!

He was holding the bridge of his nose. "Watch it—" He realized it was me, and his expression was blank. He walked past me to the beach.

"Chelsea!" Julia hugged me.

I laughed. "Hello, Julia!"

"Are you alright? I was so worried!"

She was worried? After the fit I had she still doesn't hate me…

"I'm fine. I'm really sorry for what happened yesterday."

"It's okay. But as payment, you have to tell me what happened!" She said with an evil glint in her eye.

Oh crap.

"Oh, look at the time! I have to go." I turned to walk out of the door but Julia dragged me to the kitchen.

Mark was there. "Hey!" He waved, grinning.

"Mark I'm so sorry I was feeling bad and—"

He laughed. "It's okay. Just tell me when your not feeling okay next time."

I smiled. "Yeah."

I told them the story and how the wild dogs got my cow and Vaughn was being a jerk. They both were surprised when I said I slapped him, but Mark chuckled.

"Oh I'm going to kill him." Julia said to herself. "And when tomorrow is your birthday. I now officially hate him."

"Sabrina doesn't hate him." I murmured.

It was then I realized Mark wasn't even here.