THANK YOU VERY MUCH "THE UPTOWN GIRL" YOU HAVE REALLY HELPED ME WITH THE
FORMATTING. AND DON'T WORRY "NAT" THIS IS NOT A SUICIDE STORY.
She looked up at him with pained filled eyes, trying to see his face clearly through the haze that had taken over her body.
"Where does it hurt sweetie?" She smiled weakly at him before responding.
"Everywhere." He nodded and pressed on her ribs, extremely gently. She hissed as he hit one in particular and he immediately stopped.
"Looks like they did a number on you." She let her eyes drift close and just listened to him speak to her. He murmured in French then translated into English, as if she couldn't understand.
"Tu vas etre ok, je te prome. Il faux juste que tu reste revelle. Sa va alle, je te prome."
"You'll be ok. I promise. You just need to stay awake, it's going to be ok. I promise."
She ground herself to his voice, keeping her attention on him instead of the pain coursing through her body and stayed awake. Yet before she could really get comfortable the door flew open. In walked Sark. The guards grabbed Sydney, pulling her out of Vaughns arms. He gave a cry but the paid no attention.
"Now, Mr. Vaughn, if you plan on keeping Sydney from anymore pain, you are going to have to tell us a few things." Before Vaughn could answer, Sydney rushed in.
"No, Vaughn don't. Don't say anything." He could not look at her, he just turned towards Sark and nodded. He would not be able to ever look at himself if he was the cause of more of Sydney's pain.
"First things first. How many Rhambaldi artifacts do you have?" Sydney screamed a no as Vaughn answered but was shut up by a kick in the stomach.
SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER BUT I WANTED TO GIVE YOU GUYS SOMETHING SOON.
She looked up at him with pained filled eyes, trying to see his face clearly through the haze that had taken over her body.
"Where does it hurt sweetie?" She smiled weakly at him before responding.
"Everywhere." He nodded and pressed on her ribs, extremely gently. She hissed as he hit one in particular and he immediately stopped.
"Looks like they did a number on you." She let her eyes drift close and just listened to him speak to her. He murmured in French then translated into English, as if she couldn't understand.
"Tu vas etre ok, je te prome. Il faux juste que tu reste revelle. Sa va alle, je te prome."
"You'll be ok. I promise. You just need to stay awake, it's going to be ok. I promise."
She ground herself to his voice, keeping her attention on him instead of the pain coursing through her body and stayed awake. Yet before she could really get comfortable the door flew open. In walked Sark. The guards grabbed Sydney, pulling her out of Vaughns arms. He gave a cry but the paid no attention.
"Now, Mr. Vaughn, if you plan on keeping Sydney from anymore pain, you are going to have to tell us a few things." Before Vaughn could answer, Sydney rushed in.
"No, Vaughn don't. Don't say anything." He could not look at her, he just turned towards Sark and nodded. He would not be able to ever look at himself if he was the cause of more of Sydney's pain.
"First things first. How many Rhambaldi artifacts do you have?" Sydney screamed a no as Vaughn answered but was shut up by a kick in the stomach.
SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER BUT I WANTED TO GIVE YOU GUYS SOMETHING SOON.