Chapter 2
Beka was trying to think of a way out. She had gone aboard to tell Dean it was over. Whatever 'it' was. Unfortunately, it had not gone according to plan.
She was now stuck in a room the size of a matchbox, staring at the wall contemplating why every single one of her boyfriends turned out to be a jerk. She had even made a list. There was not even one name on there, where the relationship had not sucked.
It was never easy.
She kept coming back to Dylan. Why did she never choose him. He didn't want her that was why. A couple of weeks before Rommie had shown her a recording of Dylan's words to Peter. There was another disaster. Peter.
"Beka, Beka you can have, but me? I'm not that easy." That was Dylan's view of her. So instead she would flit from one bad guy to another just in case, in the end, maybe Dylan noticed.
Doyle had noticed. How hard she was finding it. The bruises. The exhaustion. But instead of talking about it. Whatever 'it' was. Beka pushed Doyle away.
"There you go, Valentine." Thought Beka to herself. "There's the problem, you're scared to let people get close." However that wasn't the truth. She did let people get close, the wrong people, people who would beat her up if they were bored, people who left her, people who betrayed her.
If only she had a watch, being stuck in perpetual darkness was bad enough but not knowing how long she had been here was even worse. So, she sat and did nothing for there was nothing she could do. That annoyed her more than anything else.
"Come on Dylan, play the hero, and get me out of here." She whispered hoping, somehow he woul hear.