After the heavy beatings we had everyday, I was feeling like giving up. It's been two weeks. Two weeks of hell. Two weeks of having to go through endless beatings. Two weeks of seeing my ex-fiancé being beaten with me.
Jack and I were pulled together. I rested my head on his shoulder and thought of the past. When we first got engaged. He had come back from Iraq.
"Jack, are you positive?" I asked. Jack had just told me he was going to get the Christmas tree by himself. After Iraq.
"Yes, Kensi. I already-" his eyes went wide. He was having another episode.
"Jack!" I yelled. I grabbed his hand. "Jack, it's Kensi. You're not over there. You're home. You're with me."
"Kensi! They had you and they were closing in on us." he said. I buried myself into his arms.
"I'm safe, Jack. I said. "I have you."
He left that night.
"Kens, you alright?" he whispered. I really wasn't. My head wound was bleeding, I threw up a few times yesterday from being punched so much, and my whip wounds were on fire. I'm not feeling like bringing up that memory again, let's just say it was worse than anything I'd ever felt before.
"Not really." I whispered. I rested my head on his shoulder. He kissed my head lightly. He like he did before. I had tears almost flowing down my tears.
"Kens, don't worry. They'll probably leave us here. Who knows?" he whispered.
Notice he didn't say "They'll find us, Kens." or "We'll be okay." A few man came over. I clung to Jack. I was afraid of being... you know what. But they didn't. A girl came over. She was probably an orphan. A child soldier or something like that. They yelled at her to do something and she got a knife and cut our rope off. Only the one holding us together. We were still tied, our hands behind our back. One pulled me against the wall.
I was sobbing now. Afraid. Take me now, I prayed. But they shoved a rag into my mouth. They moved us outside. The sunlight burned my eyes. It had been so long since I had been outside. They put some sort of necklace on me. But when it jabbed my back, I realized it was a gun.
They were sending us on a death march. Goodbye, Deeks. Goodbye everyone. Tell my mother I loved her.
They pushed us and we moved farther away from our prison.