Sorrry! School's wrapping up and the teachers are being sadists and giving us more work than I can tolerate. Chapters are going to be slower than usual. I promise they'll be back on track after nine days because that's when I'll be done with school! Whoop! Whoop! Anyway, onwards with the chapter! Oh, I will not continue chapter writing til June 6, 2013 because I will be studying for finals.

Chapter 51

What Hurts the Most

"Chelsea?" My head snapped up and I looked at the native boy. He looked exhausted and he skin was clammy. Seeing him like this made me want to just squeeze him. He slowly sat up and looked around the room.

"Where Shea at?"

"Shea, you're in Vaughn's room. You collapsed here," I said. Shea tilted his head.

"Collapsed?"

"You fell," I said. Shea nodded and as quick as a cat, he jumped out of the bed and out the window. I was shocked for a second but quickly followed him out the window. Shea was sitting on the ground, holding his heart.

"Shea!" He was breathing fast. He looked up me with the most pitiful look on his face. I dropped to the ground. Everybody was at the horse festival (Vaughn was representing Alex since I was with Shea).

"Chelsea," he said. I will admit-I panicked. I whipped out my phone and dialed Vaughn. As usual, his phone was off. I was leaving him a message wen Shea scared the crap out of me by twitching. The twitching causes me to drop my phone. Frantic, I felt Shea's head.

"Come on Shea," I said hoisting him up. A lot of his weight was distributed on me, but I didn't care. I kicked open Mirabelle's door (I'll have to fix that later) and dragged Shea back to the bed. Once suited, his breathing became stable. Sighing, I went outside and lay underneath the tree behind the stable. The sun and was kissing my skin. Content, I shut my eyes and fell asleep.

Vaughn's POVs

Why do judges have to take so long to judge? I needed to get back to Chelsea and Shea. Chelsea's horse developed a jealousy against me and nips at me whenever I'm too close to her. Of course, I couldn't exactly hate her horse. If I did that, Chelsea would have a conniption. Speaking of her horse, he might win this. He was listening to the judges while some of the other horses moved around the stage. I had to smirk at that.

"Hello!" I cringed. I knew that voice. I turned slowly and felt my eyes deflate. It was that annoying girl who wouldn't leave me alone from the last horse festival. Her name was like…

"Karina? Do you remember me?" I didn't say anything in fear that I would say something "offensive". "Come on! I know you remember!" This girl was a flirt. I had seen her flirting with Mark, Elliot, Denny, and even Pierre (oh the look on Natalie's face).

"Please leave," I said. She widened her eyes and squealed.

"That's the kindest thing you've said to me!" Which is actually pretty true (surprising yes). I may have accidently-purposely- told her to freak off-well, not freak. "Is that your dog?"

Huh? True to her proclamation, I saw Lily running up to me.

"Whoa girl. What's up?" She was wagging her tail and barking loudly. She was obviously hungry. I pulled out my phone and realized it was off. Growling, while turning it on, I checked the time and realized it was two.

"Chelsea should have fed you by now," I mumbled to myself. An annoying feeling in my gut came to my attention. Standing up swiftly, I walked over to Julia.

"Watch Alex for me. I have to check something out," I said. Julia looked at me hard.

"Is it about Chelsea?" I couldn't get anything over this girl.

"Possibly." She took a deep breath.

"Okay, if something's wrong, you know what to do," she said. Nodding, I walked out of the meadow. Annoying girl thankfully stayed with her horse. My phone's media scan finally was completed and all the messages came in:

Four texts and a voicemail

Not bothering with the texts, I opened my voicemail and the metallic chime echoed against my ear. I typed in my password and waited for my phone to accept it.

"You have one unheard message. First message was sent at one fifty-five p.m."

I sighed and my heart froze from what I heard:

"Help! It's importan-," the message was cut by a scream and then a heavy thud.

"End of message. To rep-," I quickly ended the voicemail and booked it to my Aunt's house.

Chelsea's POV

I was just waking up when I heard someone in the stables. I freaked of course. One, my means of defense was sick and sleep. Two, my big strong boyfriend wasn't nearby. Thinking quickly, I grabbed a broken tree branch and stepped cautiously into the stable. The person's back was to me and I took the opportunity to swing.

"Why must seventy percent of the time we see each other you have to have a weapon?" I opened my eyes and saw Vaughn's sharp amethyst eyes peering down at me. What shocked me is he hugged me…out of the blue. Now, I love when Vaughn hugs me; I get all tingly inside. When he does things outside of his poise, I tend to get scared.

"Uh Vaughn?"

"You scared the shut out of me. Geez, why must you do that?" He pulled away and gave me a scolding look. I felt embarrassed and got self-conscious.

"Wait, how did I scare you?" He took out his phone and played the message I had previously sent him. "That does sound pretty cryptic." He grunted and picked me up bridal style. "Whoa!" He carried me to the couch and he sat down and immediately kissed me.

"Please, don't ever do that to me again. It scared me to listen to that message again," he said. I snuggled into him and agreed.

"Nimisenh?" Vaughn and I both looked up at hearing the weird word. Shea stood there, rubbing one eye and his eyes were droopy. I jumped off of Vaughn and ran to Shea.

"Why must you be so cute?" Vaughn scoffed.

"What about me?" He said sarcastically. I turned to him and smirked.

"Your sexy, big boy," I said. Vaughn chuckled, while walking into the kitchen going like "unce, unce, unce" .I shook my head and turned back to Shea.

"Do you need anything?" Shea shook his head and walked over to the couch. At that moment, I just remembered what he called me. I walked over to the arm of the couch and sat on the armrest. Shea was sharpening his spear, but stopped when he saw me.

"Shea?"

"Yes Nimisenh?" I scrunched my eyebrows.

"What does that mean?"

"Nimisenh?"

"Yes," I said. Shea stared for a second before going back to his spear shaving.

"Shea?" He stopped and stared.

"Ninisenh means "sister".

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