Previously...
Whilst he carried me bridal style, I put my head into his shoulders, still trying to stop the world spinning and my head pounding.
That's probably why I never noticed myself slipping into darkness.
I opened my eyes slowly, only this time there was no light. It was dark. And I was in a room surrounded by three very familiar beds, with three very familiar people in them.
I attempted to sit up then thought better of it when my head felt like it was going to roll off my shoulders.
Bex must have sensed my attempt and awoken from whatever sleep she was in. A look of ignorance crossed her face, then surprise. She smiled at me sitting up and moving closer to me.
Her rich british accent spoke to me "Finally. Wondered when you were ever going to wake up. We all know Zach is bloody dreamy but we never realised when you look at him you pass out!" She let out a small weak laugh then faded out, probably noticing my unamused face.
"Seriously though… When was the last time you had a good washed?" She picked up the end of my hair with a disgust look on her face. I hadn't seen myself in the mirror yet, as far as I could remember, so I didn't know what I looked like.
I just shrugged then thought better of it when my arm throbbed. I looked over to see a bandage covering the top half of my arm. Bex must have noticed my confused look because she began to explain.
"Joe it on when you came here. You had a pretty nasty gash on it."
"Oh"
My throat felt uncommon. The words felt like they raked up my throat, slowly scratching, leaving a tickly, spiky feeling. It made me burst into a coughing fit. Bex walked to the bathroom and came back with a glass of water.
"Now are you going to tell me what you have been doing over your whole holiday's, or do I have to guess?"
I thought over my answer. I remembered leaving for Nebraska at the end of the winter semester with Zach. But yet I couldn't remember much of being there. Dread filled my body, which I think bex caught on too, as I started searching my body for any cuts and bruises, any signs of torture. Any signs of the circle. You see, Last summer break, I ran away. I realise now it was a stupid move, but at the time I only thought about protecting other people… I never really thought about protecting myself. That's what lead me to be captured by the 'Circle Of Cavan' and tortured for the remainder of the summer and a few months after. Fortunately, I couldn't remember any of it when I woke up in a convent in the alps, but unfortunately, I couldn't remember anything at all of the summer, and I still don't. I only know things I managed to find out. I really hope this wasn't happening again.
"Don't worry if you can't remember. You look like you have a killer hangover anyway"
Hangover? As in, drinking alcohol hangover?
Well of course it meant that, but I mean, since when have I drank alcohol? And since when had I started getting drunk? I tried hard to remember but it just made my head throb even more making my gag. I was starting to feel sick again.
Bex sighed as she got a bucket and passed it too me. "As much as I love you cammie, you aren't messing up the room with your vomit." She laughed weakly then relaxed on her bed
I just held the bucket. Unsure if I was going to hurl. I don't know what overpowered me to ask, but I did anyway.
"Where did you find me?"
"Zach found you in Roseville."
"But I was in Nebraska with him"
"Excatly"
It made no sense. How could I possibly get back to Roseville? I wasn't sure if I had spoken out loud when I heard the voice I love to hear answer.
"I have a good idea. Nice to see you at least half conscious, Gallagher Girl"
A/N: I have now like 10 chapter's xD Sorry by the way if some of the things they say are a bit OOC or you don't understand them, i am trying my best to use american language not english xD Feel free to tell me what you think... I'm not sure if i should carry on with them...