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Chapter 47:

America:

"America I'll get them! Go!" Maxon yells at me pushing me through the secret door.

But he can't carry both children on his own! He just doesn't understand that! Ever since the twins arrived it's been non-stop chaos with the rebels. It's like we hit our fifth and sixth child mark and they all of a sudden are attacking us full force! But the twins are almost two now! This is getting out of hand!

So I rush into the nursery anyways. Maxon already has Andrew in his arms as the child squeals in fright. I rush over to Matthew's crib and scoop him out.

"America! I told you to go downstairs!" he places a hand on the small of my back and starts shoving me forward. "Go!"

I grab his wrist and start pulling him with me. Maxon slips in and I hand him Matthew. "I need to see if the others are out!"

Maxon grabs my wrist but so does someone else. I whip my head around to see a rebel pulling me out of the secret stairs. Maxon can't let go without dropping one of the kids and I am in no shape to fight. I think Maxon and I need a break from this kid's thing. We have six but…God snap out of it! Now's not the time!

"Go!" I tell him nudging the door.

"AMERICA! NO!" I hear Maxon scream before the door seals shut.

I turn to the rebel cutting the circulation off in my wrist. My blood freezes and drains from my face as I recognize who it is. Before I can say anything he pinches a spot on my neck and everything starts going hazy...

Maxon:

"Daddy?" Olivia says coming over to me.

I crack open my eyes and see her standing in her little white night gown. Her arms are crossed over her chest and the goose bumps at the nape of her neck remind me that's it only about fifty degrees down here. Slipping off my robe I wrap her in it and bring her strawberry blonde hair away so it doesn't fall in. Motioning to little Rebecca I wrap her in it too. She has America's fiery head of hair and it takes a lot to not start falling apart. Olivia wraps Rebecca in her arms and they walk over to the bed in the corner. I can make out Gavin's little blonde head under a mountain of blankets but Alex is lounging in the corner. He leans against the wall with his head tipped back. His eyes are shut but his position is taunt. He's probably more on edge then me right now. I at least didn't experience such harsh attacks when I was his age.

Two sets of brown eyes stare at me from their Grandmother's lap. They both are asking silently where their Mother is. To be honest I wish I knew the answer. But she shoved the door closed on me and I could do nothing now but wait.

My Mother doesn't not look too good right now. She's been having a rough week with an illness and right now her face is almost as pale as a sheet. Then I realize something. She's not moving…

"Mom?" I rush over to her. She doesn't respond. "MOM?!"

I move Andrew and Matthew off her lap and place my head on her chest. Nothing…but…but…NO!

Did she have a stroke? Wait why didn't she say anything? How long had I been asleep? She did look bad when we came down but what's going on? She can't just die on me! Not now!

Unknown:

I can make out seven figures using the infrared scope. Of course since there are no windows or accessible doors I can't just shoot into the ground and hope it goes through. The walls and doors are blast and bulletproof. Shooting in there is like shooting through lava. You can't. But why are there only seven figures? I can make out all six children and the King. But where is the Queen Dowager? She was in their a few hours ago but now she's absent. Interesting. Well when the King sees his precious Queen suffer maybe he'll reveal the location of the books. Or we can keep her captive until the next child arrives and torture them both…hmmm decisions decisions….

America:

"Tell us you little tramp!" Celeste screams in my face.

I cringe from her but am cannot move. A serious sense of déjà vu hits me when they chained me to the wall. But they kept me chained by my ankle this time for some reason. Either way I didn't break then and I won't break now. "No." I say in my best kick-ass voice.

"Listen here! You can either tell us and you suffer. Or we wait and the baby suffers too! Choose!" she snaps.

I place a protective hand over my stomach. They'll never touch the child. They can keep me in here for the last three months but they will never touch her. "I swear to God if you try laying one finger on my child…"

"You'll do what? You can't go anywhere! And I've always wanted a little baby. She'll make a perfect daughter…" Celeste said, getting lost in her thoughts.

"I said you'll never have her! The girl is mine." I paused thinking about what I said next. "And Maxon's."

A deep growl vibrates from her throat and she lunges at me. I place my hands up in protection and try fending her off. But she's too strong and frantically scratches at me.

"Enough!" someone bellows behind her.

She straightens up and turns to the man in the door. I recognize his green eyes anywhere and my stomach twists in revulsion when he wraps an arm around Celeste waist. But I don't recognize him anymore. Aspen's lost to me.

Olivia:

He wraps an arm around my shoulders and hugs me tight. I bury my face in his shoulder and cry yet again. Sam hasn't offered me any reassuring words but I can't help but wish he would. I need them. I want them. Anything will help but I need to know that my Mother will come home. I need reassurance that she'll be alright. It's been almost two weeks!

"Olivia…" Sam finally says. When I look up at him he continues. "I know it's heartbreaking. My own Mama doesn't even have the heart to get out of bed. Your Mother was – is – her best friend. She'll come back. She always does."

I nod and wipe a lone tear. "I just…why can't…" but I can't form words.

Sam hugs me tighter. No more tears fall out of my eyes and I just sit in Sam's arms and melt into his warmth. For mid October it's actually quite cold and I gather closer to him. He lets me but then unexpectedly unwinds his arms from around me.

"You should go." he says. "People will wonder where you are."

I nod. "Thank you." I tell him. "I'm sorry I was being a burden."

He shakes his head. "You're not a burden, Vivi."

I offer him a sad smile. "It's what I feel like. Just shipped around place to place, person to person, looking for someone or something that can be my own."

He leans in and kisses my cheek. "Don't think that."

I am shocked for a moment at his intimacy. Finally I give him a nod farewell before rushing back to the palace. Placing a hand on my cheek I feel my skin burn from where his lips were a moment ago. Letting out a giggle, I smile my first real smile in weeks.

Sam:

Did I really just do that? What was I thinking?! She probably thought I was a freak for doing that! What eleven year old kitchen boy kisses a princess?! I didn't even think about it! I just freaking kissed her!

"Samuel, why are your cheeks all red?" my Mama asks when I enter the kitchen.

She's washing dishes today and I walk over to help. I guess she managed enough to get out of bed and help around. Though my Father insisted she doesn't: one because she's too depressed, two because she's eight months pregnant with my baby sister, three because he told her not to.

"I'll tell you later." I say softly.

She glances around the kitchen. I forgot it's everyone's lunch break so we are the only two here. She puts down the dish she's washing and faces me, leaning a hip against the sink. "What's wrong?"

I take my time drying the dish I'm holding. When I notice the impatient foot she's tapping I turn to her. "I…I k-kissed Olivia."

"What?!" she exclaims.

"On the cheek!" I clarify.

"Samuel! H-how could…why did…" she stutters with a hand over her heart.

"I wasn't thinking! It just all of a sudden happened! She didn't say anything or correct me! She seemed to..light up." I whisper.

Her eyes gleam for a moment before turning hard again. "Don't do anything rash. You're young. And she's a princess. Just be careful. When you play with fire you always get burned."

I nod. "I know." But in my head I kept telling myself that it'd be impossible not to play.