Hello my lovelies. Here is chapter 21. I don't really know how it's going to end up so….I hope you enjoy. I know it's short but I have some major writers-block. Review and send in ideas on what you want Chapter 22.
Trace POV
My skin burned.
My head felt like someone cracked my head open.
My insides felt like someone had friend them to ashes. I wasn't worried about me for a second.
I was worrying about Alivia…who wasn't anywhere in sight.
I tried to sit up but I could barely move.
I turned on my side and groaned.
It hurt so badly.
I bit my lip and almost screamed as I sat up. I let out a deep breath and stared through the glass. Alivia was nowhere in sight. I banged my fists on the glass and muttered "Stupid."
I only wanted to protect her and keep her near me. Keep her safe. That was a major fail. The door to the room opened and I saw two men walk in. I stared at them and they stared at me. "Let's make this easy boy. If you don't fight back, we won't hurt you."
It didn't matter.
I was all out of fight.
They pulled me up and held me between them. As we walked out the hall they spoke in low tones.
I wasn't listening until I heard the words "Alivia", "move", and "Berkley, California." Either my hearing was messing up or my brain was seriously fried because they started to talk about making Alivia forget…everything.
They threw me into the room that Alivia and I had first been held and shut the door behind me. I crawled over to the wall and leaned my back up against it. I shut my eyes and sighed deeply. Alivia might be moved to another COC base.
I might die here….without here. Our friends might not come and get us.
I had been beaten, tortured, and bruised so badly my eternal clock was messed up. I forgot how long we had been in there.
I couldn't die without Alivia.
No way. That was not going to happen…ever.
I had to get my girl back.
If her face was the last thing I saw then so be it.
If I ever got to see her face again.