Queen of the Rogues

of the unexplained and her past

i feel it
my walls are breached,
my defences crumbling down

M A D D I E ♛

Silence.

That was all I heard after Chase's mom left us here, silence.

Oh sure, there was the coursing of the river, the singing of the birds and whatnot, but between Chase and I? Silence.

It was weird because I was used to him always talking and laughing, but now he didn't even put up a smile.

As expected, he was angry at me. I remembered what he told me last night, a warning to be exact.

But everything that happened, me attacking his mother were situations that at that time, were out of my control. I thought he would understand me on that because at the short span of time that I knew him, he seemed to--

W-w-wait. Am I acknowledging that he seems to understand me?

My thoughts caused me to choke on the sandwich that I was eating and I started coughing. Chase was quick to grab a cup of water and give to me. I was still coughing when I took it from him and drank it.

When I got rid of the piece of food that obstructed my esophagus, I took a deep breath and drank the rest of it.

"Are you alright?" Chase asked, I was surprised when he was now right beside me, a knee on the ground, a hand on my back, assisting me if I needed anything else.

"Y-yeah, I'm alright, thank you." I say. Chase pulled away and stood up.

"Are you done then? I still have work to do."

That made me feel disappointed for some reason. What followed next was frustration. Frustrated that he was acting like this, he didn't even give me a chance to explain to him and he's being mad at me!

I held my tongue, I didn't want to fight with him and feel even worse. So I stood up and started fixing the leftovers back in the basket. I hurried in doing it and Chase even tried to help me, but before he could hold anything, I snatched it away quickly and put them in the basket.

Without saying a word, I started walking back to the pack. I heard him shuffle beside me and I stopped in my tracks when he tried to take the basket from me. "I'll carry that." he said.

I didn't let go of the basket though, so it was both of our hands holding the basket at either ends. I stared into his hazel eyes and he didn't seem to appreciate it because his eyebrows met.

"What?"

"If you have something to say to me, say it. If you want to take revenge for what I did to your mom, do it. I'm always up for a fight." I lash out, frustration clearly making itself known.

"Is your solution to everything really just fighting?" he asks. I could hear that he was equally frustrated. There was a tone of mockery and disbelief in his voice which unnerved me.

My breath was already getting shorter, my patience threw itself out the window by his question.

"Yes! Because it's all I've ever known in my life, Chase!"

Fighting has been the solution to the problems I've ever encountered, whether it be to save my own life or to save the life of others. There was no room for hesitation, I had to trust my instincts at every threat possible.

I wanted to say that to him too, but I could already feel a lump in my throat, a damning pain starting to arise.

Chase was stunned for a bit, but then he recovered. "Well I hate to break it to you but that's not the solution to everything."