Chapter 22

                                    

                                              
A/N
                          
It's my brother's birthday todaz!!! Yaay. He's Ten, Happy Birthday Noah. (15.08.14).
                          
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Xaya's POV
                          
"Alright cut it out. It was cute at first but now I can't breathe!." I said in annoyance. 
                          
K.C won't get the fuck off me. She's sticking to me like a leech. 5 stages happened when she saw me. 
                          
1. She froze in shock
                          
2. She fainted from shock
                          
3. She cried from shock
                          
4. She fainted again
                          
5. She's hugging me to death
                          
"Why did you have to call them all at once?." I asked Courtney, who was smiling from the corner.
                          
"Everyone was worried about you. Is that so hard for you to understand?." 
                          
"Yes." He rolled his eyes and carried on texting or whatever it was he was doing. I still don't know where I stand with him, we haven't talked about us or the kiss that I woke up to. He won't even tell me about Marcel or Yats, he just changes the subject. 
                          
"Um Xay Xay?." K.C asked.
                          
"K.C"
                          
"How was it for you?. Being kidnapped I mean."
                          
"K? C! WHAT THE BOMBARASS IS WRONG WITH YOU?. WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT ASKING HER QUESTIONS LIKE THAT?" Courtney shouted in a Jamaican accent.
                          
"Calm down Court sheesh. The girl just asked a question." I wished she hadn't asked it but I guess anyone would be curious. 
                          
"There's only one word to describe my experience. Hell. Can you imagine being beaten up, stabbed, dragged around by any part of your body, locked up in the dark with such a fucking disgusting smell so long you got used to it?, then to top it off you're 
forced to open a bag with the dead body of someone who you used to know in there. Being left down there with only some psycho to visit every now and again because the only friend you had at the time was unconscious 75% of the time. Getting treated like you're nothing and being treated like some disposable object or a piece of useless bait. And worst of all having the people you fucking care about being threatened by some STUPID, UGLY FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!." I guess half way through I started crying. Everyone was silent just staring at me. K.C and Auntie J were crying aswell. Maybe even more than me. I hate crying. It's like a sign of weakness and emotion. Two things which I should have none of considering everything I've been through yet I still find myself feeling happy when I'm around these people and also love. Especially around Courtney. 
                          
"I-I'm sorry. Please leave me for a bit. I didn't mean to shout." I said wiping my tears whilst not looking at any of them.
                          
The door opened then closed. I thought everyone had left but I felt a dip in the bed. I looked up and Courtney wrapped his arms around me.
                          
"I need to book your hair an appointment with a brush." I smiled at his bad joke.
                          
"I don't get you Court."
                          
"Actually I think you get me the most that's why I want to ask you something." I swear my heart several beats so I said the first thing that came to mind.
                          
"No."
                          
"No?."
                          
"Yes?."
                          
"Are you saying yes or no."