Read Online Aries: Book 2 in a Young Adult Paranormal Romance Series (The Zodiac Twin Flame Series) by Rachel Medhurst - Free Book Online
Authors: Rachel Medhurst
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control my temper. It was no good sitting on the floor all night. I leant sideways to grab the wheel of my chair. I pulled hard and it started to fall on me. I managed to catch it with my other hand just before it hit. Using the momentum, I rocked it upright.
‘Will you just—!’ I hissed through gritted teeth as I pushed on the wheel. The chair flew away from me so I punched the floor.
The tears came. They ran down my cheeks and dripped onto my bare chest. I sat there feeling like half a man as my body shook.
‘Can I come in, mate?’
Scorpio was back. Why wouldn’t he go away? I didn’t need anyone to see me. The door opened and light flooded the room. I didn’t look up. I closed my eyes and pulled back the sobs that tried to escape.
He didn’t say anything. I heard him sit down in one of the armchairs. I was surprised. I thought he might try to help me but instead he gave me my space. I wiped my face and glanced over at him. His light hair was ruffled where he had run his hands through it, or had a woman do it for him.
His blue eyes pierced me when I dared to make eye contact. He had always seen straight through me. His tall frame slouched in the chair. He crossed his arms over his chest, causing his biceps to bulge.
His intense stare inspired me to move. I couldn’t sit there with him watching me. I would get in the bloody wheelchair. I would join my friend around the small table and talk to him, like old times.
‘It’s bloody cold in here,’ he said as I placed my fists on the carpet and lifted my body.
‘Turn the heating up then.’ I puffed as I swung myself towards the wheelchair.
Scorpio got up and grasped the handles. I glared at him. He stepped back and went to fiddle with the heating. I lifted myself and swung forward again. The muscles in my thighs burned as I struggled to keep them straight. My arms shook as I put my whole weight onto my fisted hands.
‘Got you a lager,’ Scorpio said, coming back into the room.
A bark of laughter left me. I hadn’t had a drink for a while. He was the first one to think of it, even though he didn’t drink himself.
‘Thanks.’ I grunted as I reached my new mode of transport.
I had never pulled myself into the chair from the floor before. I switched the brakes on and stopped for a moment. Scorpio handed me the can, and I clicked it open. I sipped the froth as it bubbled over and grinned at my friend. He was back in his seat, drinking from a mug.
‘That tastes good,’ I said, putting it on the floor beside me.
I glanced at my friend. He nodded. He wasn’t much of a talker in general but he was always there. A strong presence in a hard situation.
I felt small looking up at him but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. Reaching up, I put my hands on the wheelchair arms. I was lucky that my body was longer than average. I pulled myself onto my stumps. I almost collapsed as a shot of pain radiated through me, up into my head. I gasped, trying not to show weakness. They had warned me not to put any pressure on my stumps. Now I knew why.
‘Even without the bottom of your legs, you’re almost as tall as Cancer,’ Scorpio said.
I didn’t look up or reply. My teeth gritted tight together. I couldn’t say anything, even if I wanted to. Using my arms, I pulled on the arms of the chair again and managed to swing my body enough to get one of my butt cheeks on the seat. I hung off sideways before I shuffled around and somehow ended up in the chair properly.
‘I might get ridiculously long prosthetics so I look like I’m on stilts all the time.’
Scorpio spluttered his drink.
‘You git, I just burnt my tongue!’
I laughed as I tried to get my breath back. It felt good.
‘Thank you.’ The room fell silent.
‘What for?’ He blew into his cup. The brown liquid rose up in a wave. He pulled back quickly to avoid the splash. He often forgot that he could make liquid move. His power was one that I admired very much. In fact, I admired all of my
‘Will you just—!’ I hissed through gritted teeth as I pushed on the wheel. The chair flew away from me so I punched the floor.
The tears came. They ran down my cheeks and dripped onto my bare chest. I sat there feeling like half a man as my body shook.
‘Can I come in, mate?’
Scorpio was back. Why wouldn’t he go away? I didn’t need anyone to see me. The door opened and light flooded the room. I didn’t look up. I closed my eyes and pulled back the sobs that tried to escape.
He didn’t say anything. I heard him sit down in one of the armchairs. I was surprised. I thought he might try to help me but instead he gave me my space. I wiped my face and glanced over at him. His light hair was ruffled where he had run his hands through it, or had a woman do it for him.
His blue eyes pierced me when I dared to make eye contact. He had always seen straight through me. His tall frame slouched in the chair. He crossed his arms over his chest, causing his biceps to bulge.
His intense stare inspired me to move. I couldn’t sit there with him watching me. I would get in the bloody wheelchair. I would join my friend around the small table and talk to him, like old times.
‘It’s bloody cold in here,’ he said as I placed my fists on the carpet and lifted my body.
‘Turn the heating up then.’ I puffed as I swung myself towards the wheelchair.
Scorpio got up and grasped the handles. I glared at him. He stepped back and went to fiddle with the heating. I lifted myself and swung forward again. The muscles in my thighs burned as I struggled to keep them straight. My arms shook as I put my whole weight onto my fisted hands.
‘Got you a lager,’ Scorpio said, coming back into the room.
A bark of laughter left me. I hadn’t had a drink for a while. He was the first one to think of it, even though he didn’t drink himself.
‘Thanks.’ I grunted as I reached my new mode of transport.
I had never pulled myself into the chair from the floor before. I switched the brakes on and stopped for a moment. Scorpio handed me the can, and I clicked it open. I sipped the froth as it bubbled over and grinned at my friend. He was back in his seat, drinking from a mug.
‘That tastes good,’ I said, putting it on the floor beside me.
I glanced at my friend. He nodded. He wasn’t much of a talker in general but he was always there. A strong presence in a hard situation.
I felt small looking up at him but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. Reaching up, I put my hands on the wheelchair arms. I was lucky that my body was longer than average. I pulled myself onto my stumps. I almost collapsed as a shot of pain radiated through me, up into my head. I gasped, trying not to show weakness. They had warned me not to put any pressure on my stumps. Now I knew why.
‘Even without the bottom of your legs, you’re almost as tall as Cancer,’ Scorpio said.
I didn’t look up or reply. My teeth gritted tight together. I couldn’t say anything, even if I wanted to. Using my arms, I pulled on the arms of the chair again and managed to swing my body enough to get one of my butt cheeks on the seat. I hung off sideways before I shuffled around and somehow ended up in the chair properly.
‘I might get ridiculously long prosthetics so I look like I’m on stilts all the time.’
Scorpio spluttered his drink.
‘You git, I just burnt my tongue!’
I laughed as I tried to get my breath back. It felt good.
‘Thank you.’ The room fell silent.
‘What for?’ He blew into his cup. The brown liquid rose up in a wave. He pulled back quickly to avoid the splash. He often forgot that he could make liquid move. His power was one that I admired very much. In fact, I admired all of my
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