Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2015 19:35:51 GMT
Adalyn had been chained in a bright white room for the past month, after giving birth to her baby girl she was ripped from her life. Thirteen soldiers, doctors, any type of military coming in. Demanding answers about her husband, answers she refused to give. Though with her not cooperating came the consequences, they showed no mercy. They knew she was strong, she was one of them after all. A tall man was the only face she could memorize, he has dark hair and eyes. He was the worst of them, he showed no compassion, no guilt. They were keeping her as leverage, they knew Trigger would do anything to get her back. They were betting on that, she just hoped he wouldn't do anything to endanger the kids.
The days dragged on and on, the month feeling like a year in her own personal hell. Same questions being asked every day, the same answer flowing from her lips. "Go to hell." Or "Piss off." Something along those lines. She'd not slept in what felt like forever, she could feel the dark circles forming under her once sparkling eyes. She had to get out, she had to see her family again. The only thing keeping her in reality was the wedding ring on her left finger, the one thing keeping her going.
One day after she'd been given her lunch she kept the plastic fork she'd been given, using one of the spikes to pick the lock on her chains. A sigh of relief washed over her as the clasp came off, her wrists red and dry from the cover of the metal. Once the guard came back, realizing the fork wasn't there he entered an empty room.
She'd slipped out behind him, quickly moving down the dark hallways. Her bare feet padding against the tile floor, fork still firm in her hand as if that were going to do anything. She only came across one guard, he tried to stop her which ended in pain for him. Thankfully it wasn't long before she saw the light at the end of the tunnel, day light. Something she hadn't seen in a while.
The cool air kissed her skin, the sun a little bright while her vision adjusted. Quickly she made her way past the awkward stares and people pointing to the train station. She needed to go home, back to four.
She'd gotten maybe five minutes of sleep on the train before pulling into her home station, the salty air of four filling her lungs. Her feet were on a mission to get home, adrenaline slowly fading from her system, her house within sight. Body slowing as she felt the energy and determination draining from her. Vision blurring as she approached the front steps of the home, head feeling light and airy.
Her hand touched the door knob before her body collapsed on the wood porch, she only hopped whoever found her didnt take her back to thirteen.
The days dragged on and on, the month feeling like a year in her own personal hell. Same questions being asked every day, the same answer flowing from her lips. "Go to hell." Or "Piss off." Something along those lines. She'd not slept in what felt like forever, she could feel the dark circles forming under her once sparkling eyes. She had to get out, she had to see her family again. The only thing keeping her in reality was the wedding ring on her left finger, the one thing keeping her going.
One day after she'd been given her lunch she kept the plastic fork she'd been given, using one of the spikes to pick the lock on her chains. A sigh of relief washed over her as the clasp came off, her wrists red and dry from the cover of the metal. Once the guard came back, realizing the fork wasn't there he entered an empty room.
She'd slipped out behind him, quickly moving down the dark hallways. Her bare feet padding against the tile floor, fork still firm in her hand as if that were going to do anything. She only came across one guard, he tried to stop her which ended in pain for him. Thankfully it wasn't long before she saw the light at the end of the tunnel, day light. Something she hadn't seen in a while.
The cool air kissed her skin, the sun a little bright while her vision adjusted. Quickly she made her way past the awkward stares and people pointing to the train station. She needed to go home, back to four.
She'd gotten maybe five minutes of sleep on the train before pulling into her home station, the salty air of four filling her lungs. Her feet were on a mission to get home, adrenaline slowly fading from her system, her house within sight. Body slowing as she felt the energy and determination draining from her. Vision blurring as she approached the front steps of the home, head feeling light and airy.
Her hand touched the door knob before her body collapsed on the wood porch, she only hopped whoever found her didnt take her back to thirteen.