Christin Solomon
Chapter 7-Memories are a Nightmare
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! I'm happy Cammie and Christin are cool again too. Hope you like this chapter!
Christin's POV
After we got back from Roseville, I hung out with my little brothers for a while before going to my room, hoping that nightmares wouldn't come again. Of course I wasn't that lucky.
"Christin!" Shane and Shawn yelled as I was dragged away from the cell that me, my brothers, and mother were being kept in. I knew better then to try to fight the big men that were leading me through halls. Memorizing everything, I tried to identify weaknesses. But the Circle of Cavan wasn't weak at all. So I focused on what had gone wrong.
My mom chose to take us on a mission that wasn't supposed to have been this dangerous. The Circle of Cavan had shown up. I had fought along side my brothers, but a four year old body can only handle so much for such a length of time. Point made, we were captured. Now I was being dragged away to face what ever hell the COC had planned for a little girl. We entered a large room that was dark except for one spot of light in the center. The men threw me onto the center of light and an electrical shock ran through me, so painful, I barely stopped myself from screaming.
"Tough little girl you have, Tessa Solomon. She didn't scream, it doesn't mean she won't." An evil voice said from the shadows. No, I mom was hear, they were using me to get to her. Another shock came, stronger then the first, but I refused to scream or make the reactions they expected from me. My brothers taught me not to scream, no matter how bad the pain. Once again the shock came, but this time I felt a wound. Just a tiny knick, but it was bleeding.
"You see Mrs. Solomon, the shocks will get stronger and as I get closer, they will make cuts, getting bigger as I get closer. You know you can end this right now, just tell me the secrets I need to know, and your sweet children, along with yourself go free." Blood welled up as another cut happened. I could hear my mother's silent tears though I couldn't see her. This went on for another half an hour, twenty nine minutes and thirty three seconds to be exact until the biggest cut went straight a crossed my abdomen. It wasn't enough to make me bleed to death.
"Ugh! Nothing! She didn't even squeak! Take the girl back to the cell." The man's voice roared as one of the men grabbed me by my arm and dragged me out of the room. Another man came from behind us, my mother's face was bruised, and she met my gaze evenly, and I could see it in her eyes, I'm so sorry. Then she stopped, rammed the back of her head into the man's face and took him down. Then quickly took down the one that had me. She picked me up and ran me to the exit that was least guarded.
"Run, as fast as you can. There's a CIA base on Walnut Street and 16th, Roma Italy. I think we are in Rome though. I'm going to go get your brothers. You have to run, don't stop, don't look back. I love you my precious darling." She kissed my forehead and carefully hugged me before opening the door.
"I love you too mama." I choked out before I started running. I ran, the bleeding wasn't bad enough for me to not be able to run luckily. I was a mile and a half away when I heard a big explosion and turned around to see the warehouse go up in flames. There overwhelming need to keep running took hold and I ran as fast I could till I got the CIA base. A man came into the room I was staying in till they could get a hold of my daddy.
"I'm sorry Christin. They couldn't have survived."
"I know." I whispered.
"I know! I know! I know!" I shouted before I woke up. I was breathing raggedly. I fell back against the pillows and hid my face, "I know" I repeated in a whisper. Instead of going back to sleep, I went to the bathroom, and lifted up my shirt. Pale scars were slashed all a crossed my abdominal area. The biggest was the most dominant. Why me?
I missed my mother like crazy, but maybe even more then my mother, I missed my brothers. Shane was the oldest and probably the toughest on me. He was never afraid to hurt me, knowing I could handle it. He was always brooding and was never open. But at night, when I had a bad dream. I would go crawl into his bed and he would reassure me that everything was Ok, and when ever I fell asleep, he would carry me back to my room. Shawn was gentler and would take the time to explain more complicated things to me and never ever told me no.
I struggled to hold back my tears. I didn't cry, no matter what. It was my own personal rule, DO NOT CRY! Slowly, I turned the bathroom light off and went to bed, praying to God that for just this once, that tomorrow night, I wouldn't have this nightmare, any nightmare but this one.
A/N: So this is what happened to Christin. This just answers what happened when she was four, but not much else except her brothers and mother. Please review. If you want to throw an idea about her past, go ahead. I will give you credit. There are many more reasons why Christin is the way she is. Just a question, why do you think Christin feels so protective over Zach, Grant, and Jonas? Her experiences are probably why. I know, I answered my own question. Once again, please review and thanks again to all of you who have. Peace in the middle east.