The Enhanced

Chapter Forty Nine

Apparently keeping me safe meant locking me in my room as much as possible. Except for allotted times where I could leave my rooms for lessons, bathroom breaks and shower time if I so wished, I was stuck in my room. Two guards were always stationed outside, ready to take me down if I so happened to break my door down and make a run for it.

It seemed that they thought I was a flight risk.

I was provided with meals and water in my room three times a day, but I rarely ate them.

The next day I wake with an email on my computer with a lesson schedule for me, it was simple enough. Very similar to before. I had my first combat lesson this morning, somewhere within me a small ounce of happiness stirs at the thought of seeing Aaron again.

The hour goes particularly slow as I busy myself with chewing on some breakfast and getting dressed, waiting for the familiar click of the lock before someone appeared to escort me to where I needed to be. I hadn't seen anybody since the meeting, except for random guards, my only contact was through email.

Finally, a guard appears at my door and gives me a stiff nod as he allows me through the doorway and walks a pace ahead of me as he leads me to my room, someone also fell in line directly behind me. I was boxed in wherever I went.

I arrive at the familiar door and enter with both guards at my side. Aaron hears and stands instantly a big smile on his face, his grin falters as he makes eye contact with my guards. He looks at me and I glower slightly at the situation. He seems to understand. Even he looked older now, much more mature. His eyes looked tired and he ran his hands through his hair worriedly.

The guards peel off and take position on either side of the only exit and Aaron waits for the door to close behind them.

We stand, several feet away from each other, staring, slightly unsure of what we were supposed to do. When suddenly, he bounds over to me and scoops me up in a huge, tight hug, so hard I can't breathe. I embrace him back and feel a smile come to my lips ever so slightly.

We clutch each other for a while until he finally pulls back and gives me a disapproving look. "What happened, Juliet?" he asks, looking me up and down.

My gaze falls to the floor. No one had bothered to ask my why I had left, or even why I was back. And I realise now that I don't know how to answer. I feel myself shrug slightly and he crosses his arms over his chest.

"Are you hurt?"

I shake my head lightly.

He seems to ignore me and begins to looking me over, taking a moment to check my face and neck and arms. The scar on my wrist from long ago was still visible and he notices instantly.

"What's that? That's a new one," he points out.

There was no sense in lying. "That was a tracker, I cut it out," I reply, quietly.

His face twists slightly and he sits down on the bench behind him. I approach him, worried what might be the matter.

"Juliet," he murmur, through his hands.

I wait for him to continue.

"I am so, so sorry," he says, such pain and regret in his voice that my heart begins to twist and writhe in pain.

A tiny whimper escapes my lips and I turn forwards and hold my face in my hands, fighting off the tears. Fighting off the wave of emotion that was threatening to crash down on me and incapacitate me.

That session we don't do anything, in fact, Aaron says little more for the next hour as I sit there and sob into hands. He lets me cry. At some point, the door opens and I recognise Jones' shoes through the gaps in my fingers. He stands at the doorway for a second, silent.