Chapter 7

(Caitlin's POV)

I was being pulled by my arms down the wooden hallway by Bo and once he reached his bedroom he slung me onto the bed, throwing one of his shirts at me.

"Cover your damn self up," he ordered, I whimpered but complied.

"We need to talk about something. Now," he paced back and forth. "You and Emily are best friends; tell me why she likes Vincent and not me."

I stared at him, dumbfounded. "You couldn't have waited?! I was NAKED for Christ's sake!"

He glared at me. "Just answer the question."

"I don't really know Vincent so I wouldn't be able to tell you that." I replied, sighing.

He rushed over to the wall, banding his head against it. "I don't understand! I would do anything for her and she loves that freak! I mean why she would choose HIM over ME is so STUPID!!!!"

"Um, yeah." I agreed, covering myself up with his t-shirt.

I didn't really agree, but I would do anything to get away from him at this point. Suddenly the door burst open, and Vincent was standing in the doorway. Bo growled, stepping forward. Vincent looked from me to him.

"I thought you were dead." He stared blankly at Bo.

Bo grinned wickedly. "Yeah well you thought wrong."

Vincent stared at his brother, "I don't want to hurt you."

Right behind Vincent was someone who looked like they were hunched over, they began coughing wildly.

Vincent whipped around and Bo gasped, "Emily? Doll are you ok?"

Emily fell to her knees and held herself up with her hands, gasping and coughing.

"What's wrong with her?" I gasped.

Bo stood up and shoved Vincent away from her, "What did you do you freak?!"

Vincent growled at him and picked Emily up, placing her on the bed next to me.

"You're the one who knows all that doctor shit, help her!" Bo snapped, shoving Vincent towards Emily.

I looked at her laying next to me, her face was pale and her eyes had a dazed look in them.

"I think she has pneumonia," Vincent said after exchanging whispers with Emily.

"So what do we do?" I asked, feeling self-conscious about my clothes.

"She needs rest and to be warmer."

"I can keep her warm," Bo began to take his shirt of and walk towards Emily.

Vincent let out a low growl and stood between them. Emily began hacking again and then groaned when it died down.

"Vincent," she moaned. "I feel like shit."

Just then, Nick was standing in the doorway and was groggily rubbing the back of his head with his eyes squinted. "What's going on?"

I glared at Bo before looking back at Nick, "He dragged me in here so he could find out why Emily doesn't like him."

I heard Vincent let out an angry breath.

"Can we go to sleep now?" Emily coughed.

Vincent silently took her in his arms and walked out of the room.

"You did what?" Nick suddenly woke up, realizing what I said.

"I needed to borrow her for a minute," Bo said. "now git!!"

Quickly I stood up and pushed Nick back into our bedroom.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~EMILY'S POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fire.

FIRE.

My body was on fire. Gasping for air, I sat up and started pushing my sweaty hair out of my face. I kicked the multiple layers of blankets off my body and took off the fuzzy sweatpants which I was wearing.

No, I wasn't on fire. But I was sweating like crazy, lying on the living room couch. I put a hand to my forehead and continued gasping for air, then it started again. I broke out into a coughing fit and when it stopped I ran into the kitchen to spit something that I hacked up into the sink.

I was wearing a giant long sleeved t-shirt which barely covered my now bare legs, revealing my underwear.

Good god I hope Bo doesn't come downstairs.

I walked back into the living room which looked like Caitlin cleaned (A LOT) and sat back down on the couch, staring into the lit fire place. A nose came from my left and when I looked over Bo was standing in the doorway.

"Fuck," I muttered before pushing the blankets off the couch.

"You alright? I thought I heard someone puking up a dead calf," he leaned in the doorway.

"What?" I asked, staring at him blankly.

"Never mind. You alright?" he asked, rubbing the back of his head.

"Fine."

"Alright," he nodded.

After a few moments I looked back up at him, standing in the doorway still. "What?"

"Do you need anything?" he asked.

"Actually," I said. "Can you get me my shorts?"

"Where exactly are they?" he asked.

"Downstairs," I coughed.

"How about I give you a pair of mine. Don't think Vince would be too happy if I pranced myself downstairs right now."

"True," I agreed. "We don't need you to have to rise from the dead again."

He let out a fake laugh and walked back upstairs.

Why was he acting normal? He never acts normal…he's always just trying to pick me up or talk trash about Vincent.

He appeared again bearing a pair of black shorts. He walked over to the couch and handed them to me, plopping down onto the mound of blankets.

I stood up and pulled them on, expecting Bo to be staring at me the whole time. To my surprise he was looking deeply into the fire. When he felt me staring at him he looked up and gave me a questioning glance.

"I thought…never mind." I mumbled.

He grunted, "Ok."

I sighed and sat back down, "So…you were awake?"

"No," he huffed. "Your hacking is gonna wake the whole damn house up."

I rolled my eyes and coughed a few times, "Well sorry for being sick. What time is it anyway?"

"Six," he replied. "I gotta go check on Lester soon."

"Lester?"

"Our other brother," Bo said matter-of-factly.

"Oh," I choked. "Alright then. So when will I get to meet this Lester?"

"You already did. He said you told him to move his truck. He told me you looked like you though he was gonna rape yah," Bo laughed.

"Funny," I rolled my eyes. "He seemed…."

"Dirty? Freaky? Nasty?"

"Nice."

Bo sighed and stood up, "I never will get you darlin'. Now I gotta go, see you later. Make sure Vincent doesn't get into no trouble now, will ya?"

"Of course," I laid back down when he moved off the couch, falling back asleep right after I heard the front door shut closed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~about 10 AM~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A few hours later I awoke to the sound of feet coming down the steps so quickly it sounded like they were falling. But when I looked up I saw Nick splattered on the ground at the end of the steps, he slowly got up, groaning in pain. He looked up to see me staring at him, wide eyed.

He got up and tried to flip his non-existent hair, "Whoa."

I burst out laughing and he looked up, glaring at me. "What?"

"You just totally fell down the stairs!" I said as I broke out into a coughing fit from laughing.

"Oh," he said, half-mindedly and walked into the kitchen.

I threw the blankets off of myself before following him into the kitchen, which looked like Caitlin also cleaned, where Nick was pouring a glass of milk. He took a big gulp, "Is this a new kind of milk?"

"No…it's skim…"

"Tastes…chunky."

I tore the glass from his hands, "Don't drink that!"

I took the container of milk from his other hand, "This was due three months ago!"

Caitlin soon came into the room, searching the fridge for food. "There's nothing in here but a moldy piece of bread and a bowl of melted butter."

"I think that's wax," I said, poking at it with a fork.

Nick grabbed a spoon, "I'm about to go eat the deer carcass outside. I'm so hungry."

Caitlin eyed his spoon, "What exactly are you gonna do with that?"

"Don't know yet," he paced around the kitchen, looking in each one of the bare cabinets.

"I think you and I should go shopping today," I coughed then spit what I coughed up into the sink.

"You're not going anywhere," I heard being whispered into my ear. When I turned around quickly I saw Vincent towering over me.

I sighed, "Fine. Nick can go then. The truck is in the driveway."

"I'll drive," Nick quickly said, taking the keys from Vincent. "And well get cold stuff."

Once they left the house I burst out into another round of coughing.

"Lay down," commanded Vincent.

"Fine," I huffed. "Don't let me do anything. I'll just sit around all day and do nothing. I mean I can just sit on the couch and do NOTHING."

I complained to myself as I walked into the living room, Vincent snickering behind me. He followed me to the couch where I sat down and he cautiously looked back at me.

"What?" I asked.

He shook his head and began to walk away but I leapt up (which was a bad idea) and because my breathing was so horrible, I started coughing again.

"Can you sit still for two seconds?" he huffed, lifting me easily by the waist and onto the couch so my back was to his chest.

I coughed, "No."