Guity until proven innocent - Cama seeney, Monique x (the unexpected everything TXT) 📗

out my dew and sweat drenched jumper. I nodded jerkily and tried to pull my own jumper up but my fingers were too cold.

 

He sighed at my pitiful attempt and pulled up my jumper for me, he turned as I managed to pull my own tee shirt off. I pulled his jumper on top of my bare skin still shivering. I pulled up the sleeve trying not to get blood on Lincoln’s jumper, I stood up and walked dazed into Lincoln’s bathroom. I pulled up the trouser leg of my ruined running trousers, I looked at the bloody gash feeling nothing but numbness.

 

I didn’t fear blood, it was natural. I watched as it slowly fled my body and ran down my calf. I stood there unsure of what to do. ‘I was being chased.’ I told him, turning I watched his expression turn to confusion to anger. ‘I fell…’ I told him looking down at the gash that never seemed to stop bleeding. He nodded and passed me a flannel. I put the toilet seat down and sat feeling a little sick. ‘He – he was right behind I could feel his breath, hear his curses.’ I felt shocked at my own words I sounded calm, monotone in fact. Emotionless.

 

‘How do you know it was a he?’ He asked a little offended. ‘His voice was deep.’ I told him offhandedly. ‘Did you recognise it?’ He asked grabbing another flannel and after widening it he pressed it to my elbow. My eyes watered as the pain set in but I didn’t move. ‘No. How will we know who it was?’ I asked a little worried. ‘Easy, any delinquent not at the party is noticed.’ He replied smiling a little, at my expression he stopped. ‘What if it wasn’t one of them?’ I asked quietly. ‘What do you mean?’ He asked a little confused. ‘You’ve all been saying since the challenge was spoken, lots of people didn’t want Delilah to win. ‘I replied thinking deeply. ‘What’s that got to do with this?’ He asked. ‘Well if practically everyone here wants her to loose, everyone there doesn’t want to be shown up by some new girl with a week’s training.’ I replied off handily.

 

‘Makes sense.’ He replied shrugging, ‘Do you think you’ll still be able to run?’ He asked a little worried. ‘Damn right.’ I replied feeling better. He smiled, never before had I seen such a bittersweet smile. Dimples and all. ‘Two days down, five to go.’ I groaned, Lincoln turned around and began filling the sink with antiseptic soap and warm water. ‘Hands.’ He called already grabbing one and shoving it in. I glared at him and tenderly put the second (free) hand in. ‘Elbow.’ He called already making a grab for it, before he could shove it in I stood up and knocked his hip with mine. Putting my own elbow in the water.

 

‘Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch.’ I chanted good naturally smiling a little as the soap numbed my arm again. I sighed as the pain ebbed away, Lincoln was already on his knees cleaning the dirt and blood away with an antiseptic wipe. I cried out as he wiped over a stone stuck in my flesh. He quickly removed it and carried on.

 

He searched around his bathroom until he found a plaster, it was stupidly defaced with a skull and cross bone. Bright fricking pink. ‘Sorry, there my little sisters.’ He replied blushing, I chuckled and took my arm and hands out of the water, he quickly took one of my hands in his looking for cuts or stones to remove when he found none he moved to the other. He smiled before gently grabbing my arm, and inspecting it before dabbing the damn thing dry. Gotta  admit I didn’t enjoy that part.

 

I sighed as he finally applied the last bandage. ‘Thankyou Lincoln.’ I whispered looking into his calm eyes, calm before the storm my mind whispered to me. ‘Come on, let’s get you warm.’ He told me pulling me back into the other room, I hadn’t even realised I was shivering again. He pushed me gently on to his bed and grabbed a laptop from the corner of the room. ‘Whatta we watching?’ I asked intrigued he just grinned and asked me to shuffle over.

 

Kicking off my shoes I did so. He opened the screen and pushed off his own shoes, pulling his single pillow up he sat up straight. I moved closer and rested my head on his shoulder. As soon as he typed in his password a picture of a dude hanging off a cliff with only a support line to hold him, in the back ground the sun was setting turning the whole picture in to orange, black and blue hues. It was beautiful.

 

‘You climb?’ I asked generally intrigued. ‘Yea, my sister took the picture it was the first time I took her with me. She moaned the whole way, but finally when the sun set I’d never seen her happier she told me where to go and when we got home she passed me a bunch of photos this was the best.’ He told me grinning like a little boy who’d gotten just what he’d wanted.

 

He clicked on something called the ‘Russian sleep project?’ I said aloud it came out a question. As soon as the voice started its speech I shivered moving closer to Lincoln, at the end I sat there frozen. ‘Well I’m no longer afraid of Casper the friendly stalker.’ I muttered in a high pitch. ‘Mission accomplished’ he called out smiling, he turned to my not so smiley face and frowned. ‘As interesting as that was, next time it’s movie night – I’m picking.’ I told him shuddering once. He chuckled and chose a track to play and put his laptop on the floor, a man sung – I recognised his voice. He was really good at singing but if I remember correctly he’s usually screaming.

 

Chapter twenty

 My story

 

I hummed along smiling softly, Lincoln shifted until he was lying flat. I kept myself upright for a few seconds before lying down with him. ‘Did your mother ever sing you to sleep?’ I asked turning my face towards his. ‘Yea when I was little I guess why?’ He asked closing his eyes. ‘Mine never did, she used to sing for Dillon sometimes. When I had nightmares he was the one singing.’ I smiled remembering his high pitched child’s voice and then when he grew older his stronger sadder voice. He was going to play at a bar the night it happened.

 

‘I remember reading that you played the piano, you any good?’ He asked. ‘I can play.’ I replied shrugging, ‘you play anything?’ I asked. ‘Yea, the wickedest air guitar.’ He replied trying to attempt it and nearly falling off his bed. I laughed so hard and nearly fell off the other side. ‘That was truly spectacular.’ I replied. ‘Now you have to play for me.’ He replied grabbing my arm before I fell, I shook my head. ‘No deal’ I said shaking my head venomously. I hadn’t played since Dillon’s accident. ‘Come on – no fare I nearly fell trying to play for you.’ He said pouting, I couldn’t help it I laughed at him. ‘Maybe if you can find a piano.’ I replied cautiously. ‘Consider it done.’ He replied grinning mischievously.

 

Suddenly the track changed into one of my favourite bands, live I recognised the song and the entry speech. I began singing and bobbing my head grinning, I felt eyes on me and turned to see Lincolns shocked face. ‘What?’ I asked innocently. ‘How do you know this song?’ He asked generally interested. ‘Cause I was there.’ I replied, the song wasn’t one of the most popular but it was the one I loved the most. He shook his head with an honest to god baffled look on his face. ‘What?’ I asked laughing.

 

‘It’s just that your supposed to be this nice, honest piano playing girl who messed with the wrong pills on the wrong night and got caught.’ He replied. ‘You know, that’s just bullshit. I never was someone who took drugs. I was drugged. And my music taste has nothing to do with my being here.’ I replied angrily ready to leave. ‘Don’t leave yet. Look, I’m sorry I seem to have become a dick again.’ He whispered sheepishly, grabbing my hand and pulling me back on to his bed.

 

‘Do you want to talk about it?’ He asked in a way that was less curious and more concerned. So I told him, it just started rambling out. I hadn’t told anyone this before, not even Jase. I blew out a big breath and began. ‘I-I guess this all started the night of my brothers accident. I - no we were going to a bar, his band was playing and he promised to take me along. Mum wouldn’t say anything, she couldn’t I was with him. He was more of the mother figure to me than she ever was. Any way on the way there we hit a storm, we seemed to be the only ones out there. Wind and rain battered the car as we turned up the mountain side. The road was unstable always had been, Lightening was striking all over the place. Something blew in front of the windscreen, both of us sat there screaming at this stupid newspaper open and fluttering in the air. He swerved to the other side of the road, and we sat there laughing, little did we know we were seconds away from being rammed straight into the safety rail.

 

My brother’s door nearly crushed him alive, his heart was punctured and he hit his head pretty hard. Another piece of metal lodged itself into my arm forcing me into place.’ Tears leaked down my face as I moved his jumper away just below shoulder bone and close to the side of my armpit sat the horrible puckered straight scar. ‘They got to us pretty quick, the metal didn’t go all that far into my arm after a few stiches I was fine. Concussion and nothing else. I walked around the hospital aimlessly looking for him, hours later he was taken out of the OR. They said he’d be in a comer for some time. They had to drug induce one or something so the swelling in his brain would go down. Months later and he’s sill not fine. My friends used to joke the wrong twin was in the comer me loving my sleep and him loving life an all. Ever laugh was like someone lighting a little part of my heart on fire.

 

Eventually I had enough of embracing the pain, so I gave them all up. That was until Jase came along forcing me to be his friend. He was the only one not asking questions, he works in the hospital where Dillon is now. He never spoke like he wasn’t here anymore, he was the only one.’ I sighed, next part of my story. ‘We had a best friend when we were little. His name was Scott. His farther learned that he was gay and he threw him out.

 

I asked him if he needed a