Trapped (Full Story)

Chapter 23

*y/n's P.O.V.*

While I was talking to Newt, Nick barges into the room and drags me to the slammer.

"Woah! Wait a minute Nick! She should still take care of Newt! She knows what she's doing!" Alby protests behind Nick.

"Punishment first. Two days. Only bread and water." Nick says, continuing to drag me. Something told me I could take him, but I was so shocked I couldn't react.

Nick unlocks the slammer before shoving me in. I get back up and run to the door, only to have it slammed in my face.

"Alby will bring you your food later." Nick says before walking away.

Alby's face comes into view once Nick leaves. "Sorry y/n, I don't know what's gotten into him. I tried to make him wait to give you the punishment but-" "It's fine Alby." I sigh. "Just make sure Newt doesn't move his leg and that he's eating properly. And have someone watching him so they can help him with anything he needs. Also, keep everything that can be used to cut away from him," I instruct.

Alby nods his head and walks away. I then look around my dank cell. Nothing but dirt except for a broken, three-legged stool.

I sat down and that's when I began to hear the catcalls. "Hey gorgeous! You get In trouble?" Someone whistled. "Hey, I bet If you take off some things the slammer will be better!" Another one smirked.

I ignored them and laid down on the cold ground. I tried to get as comfortable as I could, but it was difficult.

Soon the catcalls ceased and a knock sounded on the door. I got my food from Alby, thanking him before I slowly begin to enjoy my plain meal.

I then lay down and try to go to sleep, continually waking up with my body shivering badly.

The day wasn't much better. Catcalls and the boredom never were fun. But I just had one more day before I could get back to Newt.

Just one more day before I could get back to helping the gladers.