In between the commotion and plotting ideas to free myself from the fight, I never realized that someone has plunged in a knife into my side. Fortunately, it only scraped an inch deep, sparing me from difficulty.

Finally, after what felt like hours, I got up and removed my smelly clothes and got into the shower. Turned on the coldest stream and hissed in pain loving the freezing water. I have heard people taking hot showers, but I prefer cold; colder the merrier. The emotional pain may have numbed me, since, only when the water turned out bloody, did I realize that I was wounded somewhere. It was on my ride side, just under the ribs.

I wondered if it would have been poisoned. Then it's going to be a big problem. Anyway, I popped in some painkiller plus antibiotic to save me from infection and the pain I am sure that will bug me after I come to my senses.

It must have been hours since I got in the bathroom. When I got out, Tom was sitting in my bed with his head drooped low. I ignored him, and pat dried my hair as if he wasn't even there in my room. In midst of all the drama, I forgot to pat dry myself which resulted in dampening night shirt. Irritated, I changed my shirt and went straight to the bed. He looked at me, didn't say a word but got up to tuck me in. Somehow that simple gesture broke me. None of my parents ever did that to me, nor did they kiss me goodnight.

When the tears were brimming, I turned away from him.

"You know, I will never lie to pumpkin. And you only have to wait for two more weeks when you will get to know about it all by yourself."

That got my attention. What did he mean I will get to know all about it myself?

"What?" I propped on my elbows and asked him.

"Please, trust me and knock off this emotional drama, Ms.Drama queen; you will find it all when the time's right. Now, it is not safe for you to know about it."

I sighed. "I am sick of this. Why isn't it right for me?" I lay back down, facing my back towards him.

"It's three in the morning pumpkin, don't you have class tomorrow."

"I will skip." I tried to sound as if I was damn sleepy.

"Dear, you know Sam won't allow that."

"Well, he can suck himself."

"Don't talk like that."

"I'm done with being the good ass fuc*" I rolled down in mattress so that I was sleeping on my torso.

"Honey..." his soft pleading voice made me wants to hug him tight and show that I was just being a brat. But;

"If that's all, you may leave. I need to catch some sleep." I said and rolled once again, irritated in finding no comfortable position to sleep. That aided my blanket to skid down to my knees. I looked at him, and then prepared to pull the mattress back. I was instantly drawn to him, seeing that he was frozen midway; moreover, he had lost all the color on his face. I sat straight.

"What's the matter, uncle?"

"You are bleeding." And his eyes glazed. What the... he is crying. I looked into my side where he was staring at. I cursed under my breath since there it was; a big patch of blood staining my shirt.

"How did this happened pumpkin?"

"I... before you came with Shaun, there were two guys who wanted to take me, beat me or whatever, I don't know... it must have been them."

"Oh my God... oh my..."

"Uncle, relax... it's fine..."

He was almost in the doorway to get the first aid when he peeked out and boomed "It's not."

I was stunned to hear his outburst. The blood had really started to leak out staining my favorite shirt. I cursed under my breath and removed it. I was only in my sports bra when uncle came in with wet towels, first aid box, and stuff. I let him wash and dress me up.

Simon burst into my room with a small black revolver in his hands. He looked stunned to see uncle dressing me up and the bloody shirt by my side. He looked at me and then to uncle, who didn't pay any attention to Simon. Sam ran in tying up the robe and looked like a cartoon character with sleepy eyes and tousled hair.

"Tom"Simon acknowledged uncle.

But uncle didn't say anything. He continued dressing me up. Evelyn ran in along with Tiffany. Just like the bit*h she was, she frowned to the bloody shirt and commented something about my periods in front of all. She earned a stink eye from everyone; even from Evelyn.

However, I was interested with the revolver. When did he own it? I have never seen it before.

Tom finished dressing me up and got me a fresh shirt from the stack and rubbed his eyes. Then, looked at Sam, Simon and nodded his head. Just like that, he walked out. Without saying a word, he walked out; I tried to call him, but he closed the doors behind him.

When he finished dressing me up, the wound started to bitch me so much. No wonder why I wasn't able to lie back properly. It must be at least three inches in length. I think Tom stitched me up; I don't know. To that a big wound, I only felt as if I was grazed. I sighed; wishing if these people would leave me alone.

Then something else happened which startled me. Evelyn rushed to nurse me but was stopped by Sam.

"Are you ok?" Sam asked me in his sleepy foolish tone.

"Do I look like it?" I snapped.

"Looks like you are fine. Party's over, come along now Eve, let's sleep." Sam droned all the while Evelyn tried to stop the emotions coursing through her which oddly felt reassuring to me.

Simon remained back.

"What happened?"

"Why do you care?"

"I asked you a question, Lily."

"And I gave you an answer."

He sighed. "Why do you have to make a fuss like this all the time?"

"And when have you started to carry a gun with you?"

"You don't get to question me here, I am you're..." he paused as if contemplating to say brother or not. That simple moment made my insides boil in shame, embarrassment, and rage. I don't want someone who finds it hard to accept me as their sister. I turned my head, "Elder" he finished his sentence. I scoffed.

"Listen to me Liana, you may find it fun to walk out the street and ride in the night but don't make other finish your unfinished business."

"Whatever. I get to do what I like."

"You will know it one day."

To that screamed, "to hell with your stupid cryptic words you assh*le. I am done with being the fool around here. I don't want to know why the fuc* what the fuc* and whatever the reason is for you guys to do this to me."

He walked out and slammed the door to my face. If I am right, I heard a sob from somewhere nearby. If it was not a ghost then I am sure it was Evelyn. She is starting to act strangely around me these days. Whatever!

I am having classes tomorrow and it will be fun to see what the inside of school will look like.

I carefully lie down in my favorite position and... snored to sleep.

I am done with tears.

One thing I hate about school days is the blaring alarm programmed by Sam for the kids to wake up early and get ready for school. Only if you alarming health issues which make you stick to the bed, will you get a chance to skip school; Blast you, father.

And since Stephen is again crashing with one of his friends, which I doubt is his girlfriend, he need not hear this thing. Simon would have already reached his twenty laps on the college field. Bloody bones, parent's room are soundproof so this thing doesn't create any havoc in there. I have tried to break this thing many times but I have no flipping clue where this thing is hidden in the hall wall.

Oh, didn't I tell you what it sounds like? Bells ringing; oh not the pleasant one dong church bell, this one sounds like a thousand different kinds of bells ringing at a time. Blast, blast, blast you Sam.

And that's not all fellows. I need to walk through the hallway for the motion sensor to pick my signal up and transmit into the bells. Triple blast; and my signal is, "I am up." How childish, how exaggerated, how boring! I always add the word fuc* you with- I am up. But, the signal doesn't accept that.

So, now, I am dragging my sorry ass into the hallways and I shout, "I am up you fuc*er" instantly the bells stopped ringing. Did I say when the alarm is set...? It was set for six in the morning, and I only had my beauty sleep for two hours; if I am right.

Anyway, today I was really interested in going to my school. Sure, all other years my school would have celebrated it, but from what I remember, I used to skip, valentine's day, some dance nights, parents nights and all those damn nights. I am sick of dressing up and acting as if I am the most elegant single in town.

But today, I really want to go to school. It must because of my feelings for Shaun. I don't know.

Anyhow, I flipped through my shirt collections and selected a pale blue combined pink colored tank top with galaxy stars and specks. I paired it with a deep midnight blue legging, high boots, and a black jean jacket. A throw fit of bland fashion; I guess. Well, to highlight it, I streaked my hair with a midnight blue highlight and did smoky eyes and nude glossy lips. Combed my hair, then backcombed it and tousled it to make a snarky hair. Finally, I flipped it to one side.

I looked myself in the mirror, loved myself and did a bird to the mirror. Ta-da, I am done.

Now, off to rock the school.

I never thought that sweet, sweet things were waiting for me in my dear school.

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How did your valentine day go? Me, in bed, squeezing head, screaming at my Hubby- Mr. Migraine!