Hello. I'm back. I really don't want to write this story anymore. It's not appreciated and I believe that it could be better. But I will continue writing this because I'll be DAMNED if I let some amateur continue MY story! That pissed me off! I mean, I wanted to discontinue the story and then pick up on it later, but some IDIOTS offered to continue MY FU**ING STORY! No way in hell am I letting that happen. So here you go.
Jack's POV
Shit. Holy shit. The girl's awake! Wait . . . how did she get away from Nick?
He probably thought she would be out for a while. And please keep you're language G rated, Jack.
I turned to face Carla, pissed that she was in my head. She had been doing that more and more often. It had begun to grate on my nerves. The only escape I had was a mental block that Carla herself had come up with. It was a block that severed my bond with Carla. It was something like a wall. Keeping others out, but keeping my thoughts protected inside. Concentrating, I began to build the wall that would keepCarla out of my head. I felt the pressure building inside my head, the severing of the bond taking place. The searing pain that came along every time he began the process of creating this wall.
Focus. Build your wall. Keep Carla out. I need that wall.
I gritted my teeth as the pain increased.. I hadn't felt the need to put up a wall for weeks. But now, trying to put one up reminded me to practice this method of privacy more often. I allowed a gasp to escape my mouth, but no tears. I could not cry in front of these refugees. They would take that as a sign of weakness. And weakness was not acceptable.
I heard Carla begin to speak and mouthed a silent thanks. Carla knew about the pain I went through when I tried to put up these walls. When I tried to keep her out.
"Silence! Guards! Escort these two to my tent! I will NOT have an uprising in my own camp! "
I could still hear the others speaking. Yelling is more like it. I knew Carla was about to explode. Disobedience was not something Carla tolerated.
"I SAID SILENCE!" Carla shrieked.
Immediately, all was quiet. Everyone watched in shocked silence as the blonde and the prisoner were escorted from the tent. Nervous breathing and pounding hearts became the soundtrack for the refugees as they waited in the excruciating silence that followed Carla's outburst.
I started to walk out of the tent and, out of the corner of my eye, saw Carla follow behind me. I knew I was walking into what would soon become a war zone. These two soldiers would be thoroughly interrogated by Carla and myself. Execution was not an option at this point. I knew at that moment what needed to be done.
