Chapter Thirty - Nightmares
Milo's P.O.V -
We were all sat around watching some horror movie, well I wouldn't call it a horror it was more gory. Wyatt and Lucy were cuddling on the couch, Lucy had stopped watching a while ago because she kept gagging whenever blood appeared on the screen so she was now tucked into Wyatt's chest playing a game on his phone. Wyatt on the other hand was fascinated by the movie and expressed how much he like the details they put into ripping humans apart.
Lincoln and I were sat on the floor he was obviously tired and was slowly sliding into a horizontal position. I smiled at him trying to stay awake, he would slowly close his eyes and drop his head before jolting awake. I would laugh quietly every time he did it.
When the movie finally ended both Lucy and Lincoln had fallen asleep. Lincoln was laying down with one arm over my lap and his head resting on a pillow which I had to but under him because he kept hitting his head on the floor. Lucy had dropped Wyatt's phone and was now curled up in his lap.
Wyatt turned his attention away from the credits and to me. "You hungry?"
I nodded while slowly moving Lincoln's arm off me. "We should probably make something for these two to eat as well, because they haven't had dinner."
"Good idea." He mumbled lifting Lucy off him and laying her down on the couch.
He grabbed a blanket and tucked it around her before placing a kiss on her head. I glanced at Lincoln wondering if I should get him a blanket as well but I couldn't see one in the room so I decided against it.
I stood up following Wyatt to the kitchen where we began to cook some chicken and rice. We were half way done when Lincoln entered the room.
"You disappeared." He mumbled wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.
"We're making dinner." I told him as I continued to chop some vegetables.
"It smells nice." Lincoln breathed into my neck. "Or maybe that's just you."
I smiled lightly before pushing him off. "You can finish this I need to take the chicken out."
"Okay." He agreed letting me move away.
I lent my crutches against the counter before opening the oven using a kitchen cloth to pick up the tray but my wrist brushed against the metal shelf. Sharp pains shot through my skin and my hand heated up.
"Hold him still!" Oliver's dad yelled at two men.
They each grabbed an arm pinning me to the chair. As Oliver's dad approached me I kicked so that he wouldn't be able to get near me. Unfortunately he dodged me easily, he lifted up a lighter flicking it on. One man raise my arm so that Oliver's dad could hold the lighter beneath my skin.
The heat spread across my arm, I writhed in the chair as my skin sizzled. I clenched my jaw so much that I was surprised my teeth didn't break. I let out a shout of pain until he finally removed the flame.
I gasped my hand darting away from the oven as I fell backwards onto the ground. I cradled my wrist shuffling away from the oven.
Lincoln looked around confused before noticing me on the floor. He darted towards me concern evident on his face.
"What wrong?" He asked scanning my body. "What happened?"
He noticed me holding my wrist and reached out gently moving my arm into view.
"Shit." He mumbled.
Wyatt was watching me with wide eyes he moved to the sink turning on the tap. "Run it under the cold water." He told me.
Lincoln pulled me up of the ground and guided me to the sink so that I didn't put weight on my broken leg before placing my hand under the running water. I stared at the injury blankly, Lincoln was speaking to me reassuringly while pulling me into a hug.
"Are you okay?" He spoke worried.
I nodded not wanting to talk as I knew my voice would wobble.
"I'm not sure what to do with burns." Wyatt spoke quietly to Lincoln.
"Me neither." He responded in an equally quite tone.
Why were they acting like I wasn't here? I knew what to do with a burn, I already have healing burns on my body.
I didn't say anything as Lincoln left to get his dad to help. Wyatt stood beside constantly asking if I was okay.
"What's happening?" Lucy yawned as she walked in.
"Milo's burnt his hand." Wyatt told her.
She looked over at my wrist, she saw that it wasn't too bad before taking a step back. "All your food is burnt." She mumbled.
"We should just order something." Wyatt suggested not taking his eyes off me. "Order some pizza."
Lucy nodded pulling out her phone and walking out of the room.
"Alright let me see it." Lincoln's dad said as he approached me.
He glanced down at my wrist before turning back to Lincoln. "That burn is no where near bad enough for you to be freaking out like that. It'll heal in an hour tops."
"He's human dad." Lincoln reminded.
"Oh right." He mumbled looking back at me. "Well I don't know, search it up on your phone you probably just have to bandage it up."
"Fine." Lincoln mumbled tapping at his phone.
He recited what a website told him and it was nothing I didn't already know.
"I'm more concerned on why Milo's not talking." Andrew looked at me. "Are you okay?"
"Yes." I whispered not making eye contact with him.
"Okay then." Andrew nodded. "I'll leave you lot to it, me and your mother are watching a movie."
Lincoln smiled at him as he left.
***
Lincoln was fussing about my burn even though I had taken some pain killers and could hardly feel the pain anymore.
"Don't move your hand." He told me as I reached for my drink.
I sighed before using my other hand to pick up the glass. He watched me for a moment before nodding and continuing his conversation with Wyatt.
Lucy rolled her eyes at Lincoln's panic making me smile. "Wyatt." She interrupted their conversation.
"Yes?" He asked his attention now solely on his mate.
"I'm tired so I'm going to go to sleep now." She stood up from the armchair.
"I'll come with you." He jumped up instantly.
"Thanks Oliver." She smiled before freezing.
My eyes widened as I looked over at Wyatt who had a deep frown on his face.
"Did you just call me Oliver?" He asked confused with a hint of annoyance.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to." She apologized.
Wyatt glanced at Lincoln and I before looking back to Lucy. "How about we talk about this in private?"
Lucy nodded following Wyatt up the stairs and most likely to his room.
"We should go to bed soon too." Lincoln told me as he stood to clean up the pizza boxes. "Before those two start arguing."
I nodded grabbing my crutches before standing up.
"Are you sure you can use those with you hand injured?" He asked as he finished throwing away the rubbish.
"Yes Lincoln." I muttered
"Well let's go." He smiled as we walked towards his room.
Lincoln stepped into his bathroom to change into his pajamas while I got dressed in the bedroom. I was about to pull my t shirt over my head when Lincoln walked in.
He looked over at my scarred torso with a blank face, he didn't look disgusted whatsoever. This surprised me, because I hated how I look topless. Even more now than I did before.
Once Lincoln realized I was watching him he smiled walking over and placing a light kiss on my lips before climbing into bed. I pulled my top on quickly before getting in bed beside him.
"How was your first day at school?" He asked as I placed my head on his chest.
"It was fine." I mumbled. "Very different."
"Did you make any friends?" He spoke tiredly.
"I think so." I nodded. "There's Ella and Louis, along with their friends."
He lifted a hand placing it in my hair running his hands through it. "They're nice."
"Louis' human, I didn't realize their were humans that go to Eastwood." I commented.
He hummed. "There's a few."
"Were you avoiding me at lunch today?" I asked him.
"Yeah." He whispered. "You said you wanted to be left alone, that's what I did."
"Right." I mumbled. "I'm sorry about that, I was being rude. You were only trying to be there for me."
"It's fine, I've been smothering you a bit." He replied.
I lifted my head to meet his eyes. "Lincoln."
"Yeah?" He asked. "Are you okay?"
He slid his hand up and down my back soothingly.
"You know when you was telling me that you hated not knowing if I was in pain or not?" I questioned to which he nodded. "Well I was thinking, how about we make it so you can feel my emotions?"
"You want us to mate?" Lincoln shifted under me. "Milo, I'm not sure if I'm ready."
"No not that." I told him. "Lucy was talking about how Wyatt marked her. I thought we could do that."
Lincoln stayed silent for a moment thinking through what I had said. A small smile spread across his face before nodding.
"That's a great idea." He told me.
I sat up so that he could move. He dipped his head into my neck placing kisses on it for a few moments before looking up at me.
"Are you ready?" He asked me.
I nodded smiling at him. I felt sharp pains as he bit down into my neck but the pain soon faded away.
He pulled away from my neck watching me with concern. "Are you okay?"
"Yes." I smiled at him. "Just tired."
"Okay." Lincoln nodded laying down and pulling me into his chest. "Goodnight."
"Night." I whispered back before drifting to sleep.
***
"Please!" Bella yelled desperately. "Don't make me do this."
Oliver's dad had tied me to a chair and handed Bella a knife.
"Do it." He ordered leaning against the wall watching her expectantly. "Or I'll get him to fucking rape you."
My eyes widened as I looked away from him and to Bella who already had tears falling down her face. I wanted to tell her to do it but I couldn't because I had a cloth tied around my mouth.
"I'm so sorry." She whispered before slicing the knife across my chest.
I bit down on the cloth so that I wouldn't groan in pain, that would only make Bella feel even more guilty.
"Deeper." He demanded.
She whimpered and closed her eyes as she put more pressure on the knife. I gasped at the increase in pain my eyes welling up.
She opened her eyes and made eye contact with me, guilt and concern filled her eyes. Oliver's hand suddenly landed across her face and she fell at the impact.
"It's your turn now." He cut the ropes binding me to the chair before handing me the knife.
I opened my eyes taking in a deep breath before sitting up. I tugged off my top looking down at my chest, I lightly ran a finger across the stitches of the wound Bella had been forced to inflict. I tossed my top on the floor in frustration holding my head in my hands.
"Milo?" Lincoln mumbled reaching out for my pillow before frowning when he couldn't feel me.
"I'm fine Lincoln." I brushed his hair out of his face. "I just need to go to the bathroom."
"Come back soon." He spoke so tiredly that I was sure he would forget this conversation by morning.
I grabbed my crutches and stood up from the bed picking up my top and pulling it back on. I stood for a moment unsure of what to do before I got flashes of me hurting Bella. I felt the urge to go find her and check if she was okay, so that's what I did.
My main issue was that she no longer slept downstairs and had moved back to her usual bedroom and I had no idea where that was. I wondered the halls aimlessly until I spotted someone in the corridor.
"Milo, what are you doing up?" Wyatt asked as he neared me.
I realized that I was stood near his bedroom. "Oh, I uh." I wasn't sure how to respond, it wasn't like I could use the same lie that I told Lincoln because he would ask why I didn't use the en suite.
"It's fine you don't have to tell me." He shrugged.
"Why are you here?" I asked curiously.
"Lucy and I got into an argument." He glanced towards his bedroom door. "I was going to go sleep on the couch in the game room. I could sleep in one of the guests rooms but my mum would find out and start asking me why Lucy and I were arguing."
"Why?" I questioned. "She's the one who called you Oliver."
"Yeah I know." He nodded. "But I would've felt guilty about her sleeping on the couch, I would've ended up bringing her back to my room after half an hour. This way I can stay mad at her without feeling bad."
"Is Lucy awake?" I looked at his bedroom door noticing the light escaping the gap beneath the door.
"Yeah." He mumbled. "She's a bit upset right now though."
"How about you sleep with Lincoln and I'll share the bed with Lucy." I offered.
Truthfully, I wanted to confide in Lucy about having nightmares. I would speak to Lincoln about it but it would worry him and wake him up.
"That would be great." He smiled at me before walking in the direction of Lincoln's room.
I opened Wyatt's door walking into the room without saying anything. Lucy was sat at the end of the bed holding her head in her hands. I sat down beside her laying my crutches on the floor.
"Hey Milo." She said not even looking up at me.
"You alright?" I asked her.
She shook her head before glancing at me. "What's wrong with you?"
I wasn't sure how she could tell something was wrong but she always knew.
"Had a nightmare." I sighed reaching out to hold her hand.
She frowned at me. "Have you been having them a lot?"
"Yeah, they're not really nightmares, they're memories." I told her.
"Of when Oliver's Dad had you?" She asked.
I nodded. "It's not just when I'm sleeping, It happened when I burnt my hand as well."
"Oh." She frowned. "Well lets do what we used to do as kids."
"Huh?" I raised a brow.
"When we used to make the pillow forts whenever I would have a nightmare of the monster in my wardrobe." She reminded me.
"Didn't we used to sleep in your wardrobe, because we thought that if we were in there the monster couldn't be?" A small smile spread across my face at the memory.
"Yeah." She grinned. "I mean we could do that but I think we're a bit to big to both fit in the wardrobe so a pillow fort is the next best thing."
"Good call." I told her.
"I'll go get the blankets and set it up." She spoke enthusiastically before quickly leaving the room.
Soon enough we had created a decent pillow fort with blankets and chairs. I wasn't much help considering I'm injured so Lucy did most of it. We crawled into the fort and quickly fell asleep.