ROOK'S GIRL.

CHAPTER FOUR.

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CHAPTER FOUR.

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ROOK.

Pain comes first. The sharp sting of my head told me I was alive, before opening my eyes. I wipe the dust off of my face. Just the perfect setting to be trapped... In a god d*mn mine. Both my pulse and heart hammers, panic bubbling through my chest my breathing turning hard. I thought I was better now, but apparently trauma doesn't leave you easily. To think I followed that b*st*rd as if there was something worse than being in the confines of a confined place. My breathing turns rapid, vision blurry. I look around for an anchor. My therapist said I was strong and could turn anything into an anchor. A conclusion she came up with when she tested my endurance apon my father's orders. But at the moment... It feels like a big fat lie and I was drowning.

I knew something was fishy. And he's going to wish he was sorry for almost killing me. I try to get up on my feet. I look around for a way out but I see none. I cough desperate for anchor, something. Anything to keep me from collapsing and eventually dying. Anything... please.

And then I see something. A figure. Trapped in the middle. I draw closer and that's when I see her. The girl from before. I pull her out. She's got to thank that big rock that saved her. I check her pulse, breathing. And somehow through that I find my breathing too. In. Out. Steady... Matching my breath with hers. I hug her close to me, my breath still ragged. She has a scratch on her forehead with blood ozzing out. My eyes find a bottle of water on the ground, I take out a handkerchief from my pocket and use it. To clean the wound and dust from her face.

When I am done I put her in a sitting position. Hopefully she comes around while I draft a plan on getting us out of here. Usually I'd say me but she found me on my righteous day. And at the moment she's my anchor... This siren just saved me from drowning. So yeah, I'll get us out of here. The cap has a torch light. So I use it to look around but find no place to escape to. I kick the stones cussing Jonathan.

Then I hear it, the groan that escapes from her mouth. Then moments prior to the collapse come around. They knew each other? Change of f*ck*ng plans.

" Congrats you're not dead flowers," I mutter down at her. She blinks at me, unsure of what to say or do. " However... I can't say the same about those flowers," at my words, she groans and takes them out of her, now messy hair. " Quick question though ... " She faces me, for a minute I'm tempted to look. Just for a minute. I still have no explanation for what just happened. " Do you always tend to get in people's way or is it a habit?" I have to ask, she could be that b*st*rd's little b*tch for all I know. But then she's my anchor too, so for the sake of myself I choose not to rely heavily on that.

" You know... Most people know better than to stick their noses where it doesn't belong," her gaze is narrowed. " You can't possibly be blaming me for this? Are you?" " What do you think Sherlock Holmes?" As if getting in my way doesn't automatically term her as an obstacle I needed to get rid of in my books. But I can't do that anyways. But then, I smelt it a mile away. That's something wasn't right. But yet you walked in anyways...

" You're the one who had a death wish to begin with... Who smokes in mines? I wouldn't want to attend whatever school you go to," i raise an eyebrow at her sudden outburst. I'll enjoy breaking her, however, she was the least of my problem, my order of priority didn't include a prideful Fesbury in it.

I lean against a stab of fallen stone. Half shredded in dust and shadow. Forcing my shoulders loose, casual, like I didn't just have an episode.

" Who the hell are you?" She rasps, like I'd tell her. " Someone you shouldn't ask about and... Didn't ask to be followed," I reply. " Followed?" She's playing dumb with me. " You ran after that man. And caused a cave in," I state and she chuckles getting up from the ground. " I didn't cause anything! " She snaps, " I was confronting my landlord- ," she shakes her head. Landlord? Johnathan? " I am not explaining anything to a deranged maniac who smokes in places they shouldn't... You'ren't even a Fesbury."

" You got that part right," and a deranged maniac? The bloody nerve of this siren. She's got some balls I'll give her that. But then she's only this way because she doesn't know who I am. I'm curious... Would she still be this brave ? " We need to think of a way out. We need to formulate a plan. We need to think," I scratch the back of my neck. " About the level of oxygen you are selfishly might I add, wasting by talking?" I put forth, she throws her hands up, pacing back and forth. " Are you this unbearable or I am just special," I smirk. " What do you think flowers ? Huh, I thought you had my whole personality figured out earlier," she sighs, " You're unbelievable ," she stares at me dead in the eye.

" And you're loud," I shoot back. We fall back in silence, the heavy kind that fills the lungs with more dust. I don't know her. And she most definitely doesn't know me. And now we are just two strangers stuck in a mine. With a high possibility of dying if this town's rescue team is as whack as the mines itself. Dying by suffocation isn't exactly a death I am looking forward to. My fist clenches around me, the b*st*rd probably thinks I'm dead. He better be a good runner. Because when I find him I'll make sure I get rid of him.

For now I'll focus on not triggering my claustrophobia. And hope that somebody actually finds us. Fast too.