In Your Time

Chapter 14

By the time Braden and I got home, I was drained. Being briefly pulled back to the future really did a

number on me. Elizabeth dropped us off at the house before going to run errands. The first thing I did

was go to my room, change out of my school uniform, and check my bruises. My suspicions were Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

correct. They looked worse than before and my ribs ached. Hopefully there would be some time before

the next pull or I was going to break a rib at this rate. I hissed one a breath as I poked at my ribs.

"Shit, when did that happen?" I heard from my doorway. I looked over to see Braden standing there

looking at my exposed torso. I quickly pulled my shirt back down.

"It's nothing," I lied. I knew I didn't have a valid excuse to explain where the bruises kept coming from.

No one was beating me up, and I couldn't say that I got the bruises from time traveling. Braden walked

into my room and lifted my shirt slightly to look at my back.

"How did it get worse?" He asked. I lowered my shirt and took a step away from him.

"You don't need to concern yourself with this," I snapped at him. I was frustrated. Braden managed to

catch and see everything I was trying to hide. He stopped and watched my quietly. It was a moment

before he sighed and grabbed my arm.

"Come with me," he said as he dragged me out.

"Why? Where are we going?" I asked as I tried to pull my wrist out of his hand. It was a futile attempt.

He didn't say anything more as brought me to his room and sat me on his bed before he disappeared.

When he finally came back, he was holding a few gel ice packs. He set one on the bed before laying

my back on it and placing one on my stomach. I laid there quietly as he went to sit in a computer chair.

I couldn't help but notice the guitar in the corner.

"Can I hear something?" I asked. He looked at me confused before noticing where my gaze was

directed.

"As my one and only supporter, I guess it's only fair," he said as he picked it up and sat back in his

chair. He strummed a few chords before doing a cover of a song from this year. His voice was crystal

clear and beautiful like it was in the future too. I closed my eyes with a smile as I listened to the whole

song. I couldn't help but to enjoy my own private concert from a soon-to-be international superstar.

When he played the last chord, I moved the ice away and sat up.

"You have an incredible voice. I think it'll take you far," I smiled at him. He sighed before putting his

guitar back.

"I don't know. I tried the talent show last year and didn't even place. I think I'll just study medicine like

my dad. At least it's a stable and reliable job for my future," he said disheartened.