Break in the Storm by Sherryl D. Hancock

Author:Sherryl D. Hancock [Hancock, Sherryl D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Vulpine Press
Published: 2017-05-11T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

The next morning Xandy was up before Quinn, which usually never happened. It was a testament to how drunk Quinn had been the night before. Xandy made herself busy by taking a shower and getting dressed. She then returned to the room to keep an eye on Quinn. She could see a couple of bruises already on Quinn’s arms which were extended in front of her as she slept on her side. Xandy imagined there’d be more.

Xandy sat on the bed, trying not to disturb Quinn; she had a book to read that she’d bought on Irish history, one that Bryan had suggested. At one point, Quinn stirred and turned over to face her. Glancing up with bleary eyes, she moved to lie on her stomach putting her head in Xandy’s lap, and wrapping her arms around her waist. Xandy smiled fondly down at her, reaching down to stroke her hair, careful to avoid the area that had been injured.

Around nine o’clock there was the lightest tap on the partially-open bedroom door. A man with dark red hair and green eyes exactly like Quinn’s stuck his head in the door smiling at her.

“Good morning,” he murmured softly.

“Hi,” Xandy said smiling.

“I’m Finn,” he told her, looking down at his sister who still lay with her head in Xandy’s lap. “She’s gotten more ink since I saw her last,” he remarked, leaning a knee on the bed to try and get near Quinn’s head to take a look.

Even though Finn moved with the utmost care, Quinn sensed it and opened one eye, the one closest to Finn.

“Morning Finn,” she murmured tiredly.

“Morning baby sis,” Finn said affectionately. “I heard you saw some action last night.”

“Check YouTube, you can see it,” Quinn growled.

Finn chuckled, as he continued checking the wound to Quinn’s head.

“Your head hurt?” Finn asked.

“Can’t tell where the bangin’ ends and the hangover begins,” Quinn said.

“I hear you’re thoroughly medicated though,” Finn said.

“S’not my fault that people were buying me drinks,” Quinn said.

“True, if they’re paid for, you legally have to drink them,” Finn said, winking at Xandy. “Okay,” he said, moving off the bed, “gonna need ya to turn over, sis. Ma’s worried about that hand.”

Quinn groaned loudly as she moved to turn over. Xandy got off the bed and went to get Quinn some aspirin and water. Walking back over to the bed, she handed the pills to Quinn, then went to hand her the water. Quinn shook her head, putting the pills in her mouth and swallowing them. She winced as Finn pulled the bloodied bandage off her hand. The cut, extending from the heel of Quinn’s hand to just under thumb, looked angry and sore.

“Oh…” Finn exhaled in surprise, “what did you do to yourself baby sis?”

“My hand met a sharp object,” Quinn said simply.

Xandy could see that Finn was waiting for more of an answer, and Quinn didn’t look like she was going to be forthcoming, so she spoke up.

“It was a razor blade,” Xandy said, frowning.

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