Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel Chapter 67

"Claire, what did you do?"

"Oh, my God, Damien."

"Claire."

"Somebody please help him up."

Ayisha called. Evelyn eyes were already welling up. All the girls had flocked around Damien who was lying face-down on the earth. The arrow eating deeply into his back. He was making no movement. Unconscious and lifeless?

Some of the girls turned him gently to the side. They couldn't make him rest on his back because of the arrow.

His face looked cold and pale. His eyes shut. His lips forming a strange sort of cracks.

"Is he dead?"

Evelyn was shaking as she stood a distance away from the unconscious Damien.

"Why would you say such a thing? Why would you wish him death?"

Tendzel lashed out at her.

"What are we supposed to do, what are we supposed to --"

Allison started pacing, not sure of what to do.

"Put him on my back. "

Tendzel offered.

"Let's treat him here. The arrow didn't hit in the left part. It would had crushed or squished through his heart. We might still have a chance to save him."

Ayisha schooled them.

"Let's take him to the castle. That's a better idea. We can't promise what might happen out here."

Allison opposed.

"I agree with Allison."

Majority of the girls supported Allison's suggestion. That seemed more reasonable. Damien was put on the back of Tendzel who led the girls towards the castle.

Claire couldn't leave the position she was. She stood glued there. Allison looked back at the last time.

"You'll die by my hand if I see you again today."

She threatened, and kept on following the girls, guiding Tendzel and steadying Damien on her back like the other girls.

"What's happening? How could he give up that easily? No, he can't die."

Claire shook her head, her eyes about to well up. She pushed a lump down her throat, shaking her head again.

"No, he must be pulling a prank on us. No, no way."

A stray tear trailed off her cheek. She gulped again.

"Why didn't he stop the arrow? I'd seen him do the impossible. How did the arrow hit him?"

She shrugged at the thought, shivering.

"No, he's not dead. He's just pulling a prank. I'm sure."

She seemed to had come to a final conclusion. She ran along the path to catch up with the rest of the girls. Making sure to keep a reasonable distance behind.

Back in the castle, Laurette's eyes flipped open and she slowly sat up on the foam board. She noticed a sort of blanket on her. She touched it. Then she felt something soft beneath her. She touched it.

"A foam board?"

She muttered. She looked across the room.

"Who did th---"

The vibrant brain tossed the recent memories of her in the arms of Damien being carried home.

"He's not that bad."

She smiled at the thought. The memory stretched down to when he helped her lie on the foam board. When she pretended to be asleep then grabbed his wrist.

"Why the fuck did I even do that?"

She wasn't happy with herself. Or she pretended not to be.

Suddenly, the restless brain zoomed to the events which happened before the mushy ones. She flinched when the dreading thought leached off her emotional stability.

"Bug!!"

She looked down at herself, her eyes scurrying in her sockets. It was then that she noticed his cloth on her.

"That fool."

She cussed, jumping to her feet. She slowly edged to the door and opened the door. She staggered back.

"The wolf."

Her eyes widened. The wolf was lying by the door, well-stretched, eyes closed, heads between her front limbs.

"What's she doing here?"

She gulped, her heart increasing the breathing pace.

"Could he had left her to watch me?"

She quizzed. She obviously didn't have an answer to that question. When next her eyes did what they ought to, she saw the wolf staring at her. She almost passed out.

The wolf slowly looked away as though she didn't care, stood up and began to walk down the hallway.

Laurette walked slowly to the door to ascertain. She gently followed the wolf. She wasn't sure of what else to do.

"I'll make that fool pay for putting me through this again. As if the bug thing wasn't enough. I can never forgive."

She swore as she climbed down the stairs into the vast space of the living room. Suddenly, she heard some sort of noise coming from outside the castle. More like a racket tamed by chatters.

"That must be them. Hear how happy they are? They don't even care that I just came back from the brink of death."

Her eyes were red now.

"I don't care about them. I must make Damien pay for that."

She hurried past the wolf and ran out of the building.

"Damien, Damien, you jerk!!!"

Her excitement and rage powered down when she saw the long faces of the girls. She was confused. Her eyes trailed off their gazes and fell on Tendzel who had something on her back.

She took two steps forward. Damien on the back of Tendzel.

"Is that Damien?"

No one was willing to answer her. Tendzel who was already weak struggled to find her way into the living room.

"Someone speak, what happened to him?"

Laurette's anger seemed irrelevant even to her at that moment. She noticed how bewildered the girls looked.