Fell asleep

Ariellas pov

My head felt like someone had punched me a million times. Nomatter how hard I tried to reel in the pain it just kept coming. A throbbing pain that was like clock work. No amount of tossing and turning did the job.

"Help." I groaned. Hopefully my father would hear me. He was usually very alert and nomatter the time he would come running.

Silence was all that filled my room besides an annoying clock that kept ticking. Who put a clock in my room?

"Daddy." I called out, causing the throbbing to take ahold of my temple. I lifted my hand to try to massage my head but my arms felt like jelly.

I couldn't even panic right because every time I sobbed or freaked out a pulsing pain shot through the side of my head.

Where was he at? I couldn't call for him anymore because just the thought of the pain that talking caused had me panicking. He would be up to check on me soon. I hoped.

For now I would try to fall back to sleep. Tick, tick tick was all I heard and it was driving me crazy. Who put that stupid clock in my room?

Tick, tick tick. Again the noise. My headache or migraine whichever one was more appropriate to mortals was not letting up anytime soon and I couldn't stand the sound anymore.

I slowly peeled open my eyes that seemed to be glued shut and blinked rapidly. The sunlight was hitting me and even when I turned to the side it still was hitting me.

Why was their so much light in my room? Nothing was making sense. I never had trouble with the sun in the morning. When I turned to my left the sun would disappear so why was it still hitting me?

I took in my surroundings. Sun was hitting my blankets like it was no longer coming in from the west but the north of my room.

Why was the sun not coming from the right? I took in the sheets and stiffened. These white and peach granny sheets and blankets weren't mine. What was going on?

The migraine that was attacking my head was no longer my top priority. "Daddy." I screamed loudly. I never called him daddy unless it was important and he knew it. "Daddy." I screamed again.

"You know I never took you as the type to say daddy. I always thought you would say dad or papa, maybe daddi but not daddy." A male voice to the right of me said.

I shot up into a sitting position not caring at all about my stupid migraine. The bright room spun fast and it was like I was seeing double. My hands flew to try to steady myself but even that wasn't enough.

"Shit." Someone cursed as I slowly fell over. Was I dying?

"Drink this." The stranger demanded right as they forced my head back.

I guess being on my side helped them out because whatever they had was forced down my throat with little to no effort.

"I'm glad I came to make sure you were ready early." The deep voice said. Get me early?

It seemed like whatever they gave me worked wonders within seconds my migraine was gone and the memories of why I was no longer at home came back within a flash. There was only one thing that made no sense.

"How did I get in bed?" I asked as I slowly sat up. The room that was once spinning was now picture perfect. Blake was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room. I mean this room was huge. Bland but still huge.

"You fell asleep during class. The healer had to come to make sure you were okay but other than that it was no big deal." Blake said with a shrug of his shoulder.

"What time is it?" I whispered as I turned to look out the window that had a nice view, that is If I planned on looking at trees all day. I couldn't believe I wasn't facing all the excitement.

"You have about two hours until first class." He stated. It was the morning. No big deal my butt. I slept the whole day away and night.

"Did they say why I passed out?" I asked. Blake definitely was giving nothing away. His face was blank and his posture told me nothing. He didn't go rigid with my questions and his eyes didn't even twitch.

"You overworked yourself or something." He lied through his teeth. Even if he showed no signs of lying, I just knew he was. I would let him off for now but I had pulled all nighters before and never passed out.

"Okay." Two could play the game of pretend. I looked at him with a simple smile before I was standing up. My feet hit the floor with a thump.

I had to to close my eyes to gain the strength to not strangle this God in front of me because if I was still wearing my clothes from yesterday I couldn't promise I wouldn't try to kill him.

I knew I was from the feel of it but I had to hope and pray that I was imagining things.

"Is everything okay?" Blake asked with faux concern. His pretending was no longer fooling me.

I completely ignored him and slowly looked down at the outfit I wore yesterday. I didn't care if the clothes were magically made to not get dirty. That did not matter.

None of it mattered. I was put in bed without a care in the world. They couldn't even take off my shoes. They put me in bed with my dirty clothes.

"Ariella." Blake started but I was walking to the vanity and completely ignoring him. I would take a shower, Tear the sheets off my bed and never talk to Blake or anyone at this God forsaken school again. How dare they put me to bed filthy. How dare they.