CHAPTER 4

Makaila couldn't skate with the sprain on her ankle. She started walking all the way home from school, though it was pretty far. Using skates, it was like thirty five minutes but on foot, It was an hour and some minutes. Her legs were killing her and there were visible bruises all over her body.

No one made a move to give her a ride, all their thoughts pointing to one direction. What if she dies in the car on the way to a hospital and the police charges them for murder?

No one was willing to take that risk.

At every step she took, pain filled her body. It felt like any minute, she would slump and pass out. She reached a road where cars weren't moving any more. Her vision became blurry and she began to stagger. She shook her head, trying to stay awake but her body was giving in to the weakness.

She felt darkness closing in and she made to fall. Suddenly, a pair of strong hands caught her. She opened her eyes slightly and saw Christian holding her. She tried pushing against him with little strength trying to get away from him.

"Let me go." She said weakly.

"You are wounded. Please let me help." He still held her.

"N...no!" She coughed slightly, small blood making it's way out of her mouth.

"You have to let me help you just this once, please. You could die here, you are in a bad shape." He tried to reason with her. "Let me take you to the hospital." He told her. She shook her head.

"No hospital, Please." She forced out, her eyes closing gradually.

"Alright, I won't take you to the hospital. I promise, I will get someone to take care of you." He told her. She didn't reply as she had blacked out.

Christian carried her bridal style, opened the door to his new car, the latest BMW and put her gently inside. He got around, went to the driver seat and drove away. 

To his house.

Christian's POV

I watched as she dragged her tired and weak self out of school. I went back to the guys who were acting like nothing happened. I sat down and ate my food in silence. Bethany tried to kiss me several times but I simply told her I wasn't in the mood. She tried persuading me but I ignored her so she let it go.

Soon fifth period came and it was my last period for the day. I couldn't concentrate as Mrs Cooper was teaching. My mind kept drifting back to Makaila.

Then it came to me.

She could be in danger.

She was most likely walking alone on the road weak and tired. I shouldn't have let her go on her own. I had to fix it. I stood up suddenly and started making my way out of the class.

"Mr Hales, do you need an excuse to leave this class." She asked, a deep frown creased her fore head and I hissed under my breath.

"Uhm...Yeah." I rolled my eyes at her and walked out.

I got to the school's parking lot and went to my car. Someone called my name and I saw Nigel, my cousin and childhood friend. He wasn't like the others. He was popular but he never acted like it, spending majority of his time in the music room. He hated the kind of people I hung wit,  so we stopped being so close.

"Why are you in such a rush?" He asked.

"Look, I don't have time to explain. Summary of it is, someone is in danger and I really need to find out where she is before something bad happens to her." I replied him in a rush.

"You are going to help Makaila out." Nigel smirked. I looked at him like he had grown horns on his head.

"How did you..." I began to ask.

"I saw you trying to help her in the hall way. You should hurry. Don't let me keep you." Nigel said.

"Thanks. Nigel, please don't tell the guys what I went to do." I pleaded. If the guys knew, I would have them to reckon with and I wasn't ready for their problems.

"Don't worry my lips are sealed. Call me when she's safe okay." Nigel waved and I nodded, entered the car and drove off. I started to search every where searchable for Makaila. For someone with a broken ankle she sure moves fast.

Soon enough I saw her staggering. I quickly parked my car and got down. She was falling and her head was going to hit the floor. I rushed quickly and caught her. She felt too fragile against me, like any minute she would break. She opened her weak eyes and saw me. Then she started pushing away but I held onto her.

"Let me go." She said weakly, trying to fight to be away from me.

"You are wounded. Please let me help." I pleaded, still holding her.

"N...no." She stuttered, coughing slightly and that single action caused blood out of her mouth. Shit! She was really wounded, her ribs must cracked for sure.

"You have to let me help you just this once, please. You could die here, you are in a bad shape." I tried to reason with her. "Let me take you to the hospital." I told her, making a move to lift her from the floor but she shook her head.

"No hospital, please." She pleaded, her eyes giving in to unconsciousness. I frowned at her request.

Why didn't she want the hospital?

What is she hiding? 

Or is she trying not to give away Tyler and the others for almost killing her?

"Alright, I won't take you to the hospital. I promise I will get someone to take care of you." I told her but she didn't reply. I looked at her and saw she had already blacked out. I lifted her bridal style.

Jeez, she's light.

I took her into my car and started driving to my house. On the way, I called my family doctor and told him there was an emergency. My parents were hardly at home and it was kinda frustrating since the house was too big and I was lonely. Even the aids kept away from me mostly because they all thought I was just as snobbish and proud like as mum.

I told them I wanted to get an apartment of my own and they were okay with it even though my mum was a little against it. I was just like my dad. Quiet, loving and fun, mostly fun. I still wonder how he put up with mum all this years. I am still trying to get used to her. She and Bethany got along pretty well because they are of the exact same character except Bethany is way worse than she is.

Soon we got to the house. As I tried to unbuckle her seat belt, her top lifted slightly and I noticed some marks on her pale skin. Lifting the shirt up a little more I was horrified. There were a lot of dark purple scars all over her abdomen and her back.

It was different from the fresh ones she got today. These ones were scars that were left untreated. I ran my finger on one slightly and saw that her face contour in pain even as she wasn't conscious. Her action showed that even though it wasn't a new scar, it was still hurting.

Where did she get all these scars from?

I pulled her shirt back to it's normal position and carried her into my house, hoping that when she wakes up she would trust me enough to give me answers to the questions flying in my mind. I scoffed at my delusional thoughts.

Who am I kidding? 

She can never trust me. Let's just hope she doesn't punch me when she finds out I brought her to my house.