Something I'm Not 2- History (Sequel)

Chapter 22

(Harry POV)

I woke up to a struggled noise and when to sit up until an extreme sharp pain shot up my spine. I looked over and saw Caroline curled up in the chair with a blanket over her. She had her hands fisted in her hair and she shook her head multiple times through faint whimpers. "Caroline." I say quietly hoping I didn't have to move to wake her. But she didn't budge. I sigh, regretting it with another sharp pain and lift an arm to reach over to touch her shoulder. She jumped and shot up like a rocket, falling out of the chair and landing with a thud. "It's just me, take it easy. You were having a bad dream." I whisper and her breathing settles as she relaxes and gets back up. She sits in the chair and pulls the blanket back over her with her knees pulls to her chest. 

"Did I wake you?" she asks and I nod. She turns her back to me so she could rest the side of her head on the back of the couch. "Sorry." was all she said. 

I don't think she ever went back to sleep as time passed. She just stared out the window with the blinds open. It took me a while to get numb to the pain again to be able to sleep. I was in and out throughout the day, didn't move from the couch but when I did wake up, every time Caroline was sitting by herself away from the others. She's probably still shaken up. I'd sit here, like if I had a choice, and watch her until I'd drift back to sleep. The next night was the same process. Me waking her up due to another nightmare and her not going back to sleep because of it. She didn't talk to anyone. Ed and Alex had helped me to my feet the next day and it hurt like hell. Worse than hell. "Why are you guys so short, damn you." I cursed and Ed frowned. "I'm normal, you're the freaking tall one, ass hole." he says and Alex laughs. 

"Do you wanna walk?" he asks and I frown. "Hell no. Why aren't I healing quicker?" I ask and Jacob appears with a glass of red liquid. "Cause you need blood." he says holding it out and I use their arms to lay back down on the couch before taking the glass. I gulped it down and even though it was human blood from the hospital Jacob works at, it was dry to me. I had gotten spoiled with  Caroline's blood until she left... or went missing. 

Alex touches two fingers to Caroline's neck and she almost jumped out of the chair. I've never seen her so scared of everything. I had to wince at the guilt of it. If I wasn't already on my death bed when I had knocked him unconscious I would have killed him. No remorse. To take a one in a million woman like Caroline, so innocent and fragile and kind and gentle, and tear her innocence apart like that, that's the worst sin even a guy like Matt could do. Whether it was to get back at me or not, he didn't have to degrade someone like her. I watch her over the rim of my glass cause I didn't like Alex touching her. He was just checking her pulse though to see how much blood she needed. Alex held his hands out after she jumped.

"Easy, I'm just checking your pulse. Whens the last time you drank?" he asks her and she shrugs before getting up and walking up the stairs. "Smooth, Alex." I mumble and he shrugs. "I didn't think about her still being flighty. I'd figure she'd feel comfortable with us by now." he says watching the direction she went off to. Ed rests his hands in his back pockets. "I don't think being in a house full of men is exactly what you'd call a comfortable situation considering what she possibly went through." he spoke low. I looked down at the liquid swirling in my glass. 

"Possibly?" I huff and they all look at me blankly. "I can tell what Matt tried to make of her. I've had to wake her up every night since we came here because she screams in her sleep. After I wake her up she can't go back to sleep." I say darkly and they raise an eyebrow at me. "Well, you're the one that marked on her, shouldn't you be the one comforting her considering you could've killed all three of us by getting her?" Alex reminds me and I huff a little too hard, instantly feeling the short jerk of pain. 

"Well I can't exactly get up and hug her and tell her it'll be alright now can I?" I glare up at him. "Besides, she'll probably never look at me the same again after being in there. I never wanted her to know exactly what I grew up dealing." I fade to a lower tone. "And she probably just needs a girl figure to be around right now. Which won't happen until we get her back to my house." I say and she steps out looking kind of pissed with her arms crossed.