Chapter 47:

Arya scowled at the curtains, surprisingly mornings were not her thing, especially when she was stuck with injured legs and crutches.

"Arya." Her elder sister, Samantha joined her staring at the curtains with her. "Are you taking your meds?"

"Hell no." She stood there, watching how the curtains flickered against the wind.

Samantha closed the notebook in her hand and sighed wearily. "I am only here to make sure you are okay, unfortunately, I have better things to do at 9:00am." Arya scoffed at her little sister.

Sam wore a grumpy smile, before ruffing her younger sister's hair, "So childish."

"Hey!" Arya stretched her hand forward, letting out a ruffle of laughter. "Don't do that."

Mantha released her hand, placing it back where they belong, "My little sister is already growing up, look at her already married to Devon Brookes."

Arya turned to face her sister, a gloomy expression on her face. "I am sorry." She whispered.

"For what?" Her sister leaned in, folding her arms, and pushing he