A Little Piece of Heaven

Val's POV

The guys were pretty quiet while they ate which was extremely weird.

They were always yelling and laughing.

The bus door opened and in came Michelle.

I felt my skin heat up and I quickly turned away from her.

I walked back into the bunks, trying to control my anger.

I could still see outside and Michelle froze when she saw Cynthia standing there.

She still had an ice pack on her face and I could see the purplish hand print on her face.

Cynthia turned and saw her standing there.

Michelle shrunk back and fell onto the couch when Cynthia approached her, carrying a frying pan.

Cynthia was standing right in front of her, looking down at Michelle.

"Cee?" Matt asked in a worried tone.

Cynthia didn't respond to him.

She lifted her arm with the pan and moved closer to Michelle's face.

Right when it was about to come in contact with her face, Cynthia brought it past her and set it on the counter behind Michelle's head.

Michelle let out a shaky breathe and sat up straighter.

Cynthia pulled the ice pack off her face and studied the bruise closely.

Now that I looked at it, I cringed a bit.

I had really hit her hard.

"Val did a number on you." Cynthia said with a chuckle.

She pushed on it lightly, and Michelle flinched.

"Ouch." She cried.

"I'm sorry." She said gently, going over and grabbing a rag with antiseptic cream on it.

Michelle cringed again.

"I didn't mean to hurt you." She said gently.

"You are not the one who should be apologizing." Michelle said, sorrow evident in her eyes.

Cynthia opened her mouth to speak but was cute off.

"I am so sorry, Cynthia. What I did---," She tried to say.

"I don't want any explanations." Cynthia said.

She turned around and looked at everyone, making sure they all heard her.

"I already told Syn that. And I'm serious." She replied.

I got up from the bunk and walked towards them.

I leaned against the door frame and watched as Cynthia took the cloth and pressed it against her face.

"God, that stinks." Michelle protested.

"It's gonna really help with the swelling." She said in a soft voice.

I saw Michelle look in Cynthia's eyes as she softly pressed the cloth to her aching face.

Her eyes quickly filled up with tears.

She stood up and ran out of the bus.