Cheyenne by Lisa Wiedmeier

Author:Lisa Wiedmeier
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2011-07-13T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

It was silent—only the sound of my heartbeat broke through the invisible barrier surrounding me. I was in pain; every labored breath felt like stakes piercing my lungs. My chest burned, and I wanted to scream. I realized I was lying down; I needed to sit up, to relieve the pressure.

I attempted to move my right arm, and it felt as if thousands of needles were pricking my elbow. I opened my eyes and looked down. There was a brace on it.

Confusion immediately set in. What happened?

I used my left arm and rose to a sitting position. I was in the back seat of the truck. I moved, and all at once everything began to spin. Closing my lids again in an attempt to stop the nausea, I knew it was no use. I was going to be sick.

I managed to throw the door open, and the screeching of the car alarm sent me even faster to my knees a few steps away. I vomited, which caused excruciating pain in my left side. I was barely balancing on my quivering left arm.

The alarm ceased, and a cool hand pulled my hair back and held it at my neck while another arm wrapped around my waist.

“I’m here, Cheyenne,” Callon said warmly.

I was breathing in short, shallow pants, which made the pain more bearable. I remained arched over the ground, waiting for the spinning to stop.

“We’re here,” he repeated. “I won’t leave you.”

What was he talking about? Why did he keep saying he was here and wouldn’t leave? Why did my side hurt, and why was my arm in a brace? All the confusion and fear was adding up quickly, and I began to cry. I knew who he was, but why was I hurting so much? What had happened? Callon said he’d protect me . . . but from what? What was so dangerous that I needed protecting from? I fought to remember, but my mind was so muddled.

Something bad had happened, I was sure of it, but I couldn’t think what. Callon was here though. That meant it would be alright? Wouldn’t it? I was moving towards the point of hyperventilating.

I tried to speak, the words barely forming on my lips. “Where’s Colt . . . Daniel?”

I looked up and saw Callon’s face riddled with anxiety as he helped me kneel upright again. I leaned into his shoulder, unable to hold myself up on my own.

“Cheyenne, calm down,” he said as he rubbed my back. “It’s going to be fine. Daniel and Colt are fine. I’m fine. You had an accident, and you’re disoriented. I won’t let go of you. Shh, now. Everything is going to be okay. We’re all here for you.”

A part of me didn’t want to believe his kindness, but it was warm here, safe. Callon would never hurt me, and he said he’d protect me. Eventually the tears ceased, and my breathing returned to normal. I stared out into the woods. It looked unfamiliar and different, somehow.

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