HER KING AND HIS QUEEN

Chapter fourty seven- School is hell (Part 3)

Betty's POV

I reach the Whyte Wyrm with a huge headache.

"Hey, Betty! What's wrong?" Hog Eye asks.

"Nothing," I sob and go into the office and close the door behind me.

I drop the bag on the floor, take my boots and coat off and climb under the sheets of my bed.. Kinda my bed.

I know, that I'm bloody and my shirt, that I'm still holding on my head, is wet and warm and bloody, but I don't care.

I also know that someoke just probably called mom or dad and told them, that I'm here.

But I need to sleep. I need to get these thoughts out of my head. I need to get unconcious in some way. I fall asleep, shaking, crying, sobbing and bleeding in the same time.

*Time pass, 5 minutes*

I feel someone taking my shirt out of my hands and starting to wash my face with something. But it hurts. So I open my eyes and pull away fastly, while crying, sobbing and shaking.

"Shh. I'm sorry," dad says, cleaning my wounds and kissed my forehead.

I sit up on the bed, pull the sheets around me and let him clean me up, while I'm sobbing and crying.

"Please try to calm down. It isn't helping your fever or your headache, that I'm sure you have," he says.

I sigh and try to breathe, "Where's mom?" I ask.

"She went to buy medicine," he says.

I nod a little and then I can feel my cheek in such a pain. I grab his wrists and hold him back, while I pull my head back.

"Honey, I'm sorry. But I have to clean that cut," he says softly.

"Just let it be," I cry.

"I can't. It's gonna get infected and it's on your cheek," he says and waits for me to let him go.

"Fine, but please, be careful," I cry.

He sighs and nods. I let go of him and he starts to clean it again. I squeeze my eyes shut, not sobbing anymore, but still crying.

About 2 minutes later he kisses my hair and I open my eyes. My mom walks into the room with a worried face and sits on the bed next to us.

She kisses my forehead and hands one bandage to dad.

"How are you possibly gonna do that?" I ask, "It's on my cheek.." I say.

"We're not.. Your neck needs changing and your hands need it," mom says.

I sigh and look at my palms, "How is that possible? I didn't notice," I groan and let my head fall on my nape.

"Can you do it? Like Chic.." dad says.

I sigh and shake my head, "But Jug can," I say.

"Yeah, he's in the bar," mom says to me.

"Why didn't he come here?" I ask and wipe my tears away.

"He thinks that you're mad at him," dad says.

I raise my eyebrows and roll my eyes. They chuckle at me, "Can you please get him in here?" I ask mom. She nods, kisses my hair and then goes out of the room.

Dad takes my bandage away from my neck and then starts to clean it.

Them Jug walks in with mom. I smirk at him, but can't look at him yet, cause dad is cleaning my neck. When it's done, I sigh with a smirk and look at Jug, who's looking at the ground, sitting next to me.