Loving Ashlynn (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 44 - Furari Magicae (Fatima Ashlynn POV) Pt. 3

Chapter 44 – Furari Magicae (Fatima Ashlynn POV) Pt. 3

Curling in on myself, my hand lay out on a pillow of it own, I sigh as my stomach protests, louder than my grunt. Still drowsy, I roll onto my back, my eyes opening and adjusting to the low light. Pushing myself up into a seated position, I focus on my right –casted – hand.

Shouldn't have hit her, I think angrily. No, that's not it; I shake my head regretting that.

I meant to hit Cynthia.

As I remember the moment, I close my eyes, the image of her face and fake happiness to see me imprinted in my mind. Her blonde hair framing her face, the fake chin wobbling, the way she called my name. In that loving caressing tone, although I all I could see what the woman that left me.

I wanted nothing to do with her but now she was closer than ever. In town somewhere at a hotel.

With her comes Andy though, I thought wondering if he remembered me. I was the older one, I'm sure that he doesn't recall more than I did.

What happened now?

The scenarios in my head were nothing I saw myself wanting to do. Spending time with Cynthia? No. Getting to indirectly know Cynthia? No.

Getting to know her family? Did I want to meet them? In the quiet of the night, the truth was I didn't. Why would I want to meet the girls that she was a true mother too while she left me behind? Or the children she had while I was locked up on the mountain?

No. I didn't want to meet them, learn more about them.

Would Ansel and Kalenah force me? After all, I was not family, and they were. Sitting facing the door, I peek to the left, looking into the light just outside of my door. Then my clock to my right.

When a shadow moves, I'm instantly on guard and I whip my head to check the time again. Why would someone be out there at this time? I can answer my own question in seconds though.

I was sick as a dog, and Kalenah took up siting in the corner of my room the whole time. I mean each time I woke she was there. As though keeping vigil.

I look down at my right hand. Maybe she was worried about my hand?

Why isn't she sitting in the corner then? I ask myself and immediately frown after. I'm not a little child that needs monitoring, but the thought stops me cold.

Did I really just ask why Kalenah was not sitting in the corner of my room? Really?

"Why would they be carrying her in here?" I hear Samson's voice, startling me. Not paying attention to his words, I slowly push myself up, lifting my casted hand up to my chest.

My stomach protests, making it self known again, that I needed to eat something.

Anything at this point, even something Kalenah prepared. I'm just to the door when the hallway light shuts off. Opening the door fully, Samson comes to stand two feet away from me, hair wild, and black framed glasses on.

"It's late," I whisper.

Tilting his head to the side, a slow smile forming, he glances at my hand, before meeting my eyes again.

"Hand hurting?"

"Hungry," I correct. His eyes widen, and he stands up straight, "what are you in the mood for?"

"What were you doing out here?" I double back, looking around though now only the light from down the stairs and outside was keeping the area lit.