Flight 21

Chapter 21

Bonjour.

I know I took forever to update. Desole. 

But better late than never. 

I kinda like this chapter. It gets better towards the end. 

ENJOY :)

Ow. I feel like whenever I wake up lately it’s due to pain. I propped myself up on my elbows up and immediately took notice to Trent and Seth watching me closely, waiting expectedly as if something important was going to happen. I blinked a few times thinking I imagined their intense eagle eyes watching me but no, even after that my vision stayed the same and they looked more concerned.

My lips twitched down in a frown as Seth poked me in the forehead. If it weren’t for my near unconscious state I would’ve said something about it but instead I raised my eyebrows but he shrugged it off and continued staring. I looked over to Trent who seemed as though he wouldn’t break the gaze until I spoke.

His dark eyes didn’t show anything, just a plain look as if he were waiting. I got fixed in the gaze not able to move before I caught myself staring. This is Trent, I reminded myself before shaking off his look. I then turned back to Seth who was still watching me with the same expression Trent had.

“Is there a reason you guys are watching me because it’s starting to really freak me out,” I muttered lightly rubbing my burning eyes. I felt like I hadn’t slept in days but now that I was awake I knew I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep. Especially now that I know that they were staring at me the entire time.

“You look terrible,” Seth commented cocking his head to the side trying to get a better look at me. Trent hit him on the back of the head with his palm and he grimaced in return. “I didn’t mean anything by it I was just saying,” he murmured annoyed. He turned away from Trent and continued muttering things under his breath making me smile.

“Then shut-up and keep your idiocy to yourself. As for you,” he said turning his smoldering gaze back to me, “he really is right, you should look at yourself, you’re a mess,” he stated bluntly. I was torn between which one to glare at but ended in deciding to look down. I didn’t want to start a fight at the moment and they both seemed worried, though they came off rude.

We were back in the plane and I was in a giant pile of pillows and blankets while the two douches hovered above me, sitting lazily on the seats next to me. I pulled off the sheets trying to get out of the mess of cushions and noticed the remaining pieces of the shirt I was still wearing. Shreds of the cloth stuck to my skin with blood and I knew better to pull it off just yet. It’ll probably hurt to pull this off, I thought to myself frowning.

I wiped my face again and groaned when I looked at my hand. Fantastic, just what I wanted to see, more blood. Trent must’ve given me more of his blood last night. I groaned again at the memory. Last night was terrible. I can still remember the surging pain that sent rippling waves though my skin. The pain came out of nowhere. I just remember a lot of sadness. First this sadness came and then the pain. I must’ve passed out after that because everything just went blank then.

“I really don’t like the fact that you give me your blood without my consensus,” I said looking at him plainly. I was really worried about the fact that drinking blood wasn’t bothering me as much as it should have been. It wasn’t too bad but the taste still lingered in my mouth afterwards.